Forgotten Memories

Chapter 4

The Guardians of the Galaxy were all in their seats. They all hung around as Quill played his tunes. Gamora sat back rolling her eyes as he danced immaturely. He threw a kissy face towards her. Suddenly there was an alert on the ship.

The guardians of the galaxy were relaxed one minute, and then tense the next. There was an alert on Gamora's head. Quill did not look happy. Rocket looked at Gamora and said, "You know we could use the money."

"What," Quill asked.

"Yeah what," Gamora asked. She looked at Rocket with murder in her eyes.

"I am Groot," Groot said.

"Now calm down, I just mean that we can take the bounty and then steal her back."

"Well mayb...."

"No, Thanos is dangerous."

"Yeah Thanos is dangerous," Quill said.

"I am Groot."

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"We demand to see the council room," Thor said.

"There is no council room."

There was Thor staring down the person at the front desk.  "It's on the 600th floor," Loki said bored.

"There is no 600th floor."

Thor looked like a vein was going to pop out his skull.  "Hey, man," Percy said. 

He walked up to the front desk.  Thor looked at Percy his eyes widened slightly before a smile transformed on his face. 

"Perseus," Thor called out.

Percy glared.  "Percy."

Thor's smiled slightly faded and he nodded.  "Percy," Thor amended.

Percy walked up to the front where the commotion was.  Annabeth was moving her dagger back and forth.  Thor saw her gulped slightly and then called out to her too.  "Annabeth, friends," Thor said.

Loki snickered.

Percy stared at the person in the front desk. He gave Percy a nod. "You can go on up."

Thor whirled his head to the man in the front desks. "What about..."

"You don't have permission. You need an invitation." The person in the front desk laid there feet back on the desk.

"It's cool. Let them up," Percy said.

The guy in the desk nodded. "I am not taking responsibility if they get mad."

Percy nodded and motioned them towards the elevator.  They all got on the elevator.

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Tony looked across the table at Steve who he hasn't seen in a while.   The atmosphere was tense, and it was hard to escape the suffocating environment.   One could only hold their breath in hopes that they don't take in the toxic fumes.

"Well are we doing this," Steve asked.

Tony popped his cheek.  "Let's do it red, white, and blue."  He got up from his slouched position in the chair.  

That's how Natasha found them when she walked in.  Clint was watching them from his perch in the vents.    Why was he in the vents?  He wanted to avoid the confrontation that was inevitably going to happen between the two.  

Natasha read the situation, walked toward, and then pulled out two tasers and tased them both.  There was a short moment of pain on both of them and they jolted.  The heart of Tony stark seemed to gain more charge.  They both looked at Natasha with accusatory glared.   Natasha just smiled and sat down as if to say "don't make me do it again, because I will."  Both of them seemed to get the message, mostly, Tony seemed to be contemplating something reckless.

"Why do you even have a taser," Tony asked.

Steve stared at Natasha to, wondering the same thing.  Natasha usually didn't have taser guns.  Maybe something she could electrify your with, but electric guns were not on the list. 

"In preparation of coming here I had to take in security measures."

There was chuckling from inside the vent. Tony looked up. "You got to be kidding me." He looked up at the vent exasperated. "Clint get down here."

Clint got down from the vent. His feet landing on the ground. He looked up and smiled sheepishly at Natasha.

"We need to talk about Percy."

Natasha walked over to another room. All of them looked around asking where she went until she came back. She came back with several stacks of Manila folders. "Grab a folder and study the information. Then we need to come up with a plan."

Tony was about to reach out and grab one. Steve too looked like he was going to grab one. "Not you two. I hired a therapist and you two are going to work on your problems together."

Tony shook his head. "No way."

Steve looked at Natasha. "The guy is unreasonable."

"Don't get me started," Natasha said. "I will tase you both."

Both of them stopped talking, Natasha led them away to a separate room like a couple of school children.

She sat them down at a table with a nice lady and a clipboard.  The blonde lady smiled at both of them.   Natasha looked at both them and gave a small smile.  "Behave."  She then handed the lady two tasers.  The lady looked down at the two tasers perplexed.  She looked up at Natasha with a raised eyebrow.  "Trust me you are going to need them with these two."

Then she walked back to the room with Clint.  Clint looked at Natasha.  "Do you think that is going to work."

"Probably not, but it will make some progress.  We can't be on a mission with them two trying to kill each other.  At least now they will get whatever they want to say off their chest.   Later we will scheme up a way to get those two boys from roughhousing."

"That's one way of saying trying to kill each other."

Natasha smiled at Clint and they came up with a game plan on how to find one Perseus Jackson.