Marvel Short Stories

Chapter Two

*Vixen's Cove*

I wake up, and first thing I do is walk over to the safe, ensuring everything is there and I grab todays supplies. I will definitely need my deck, as well as Peter's tracking device. I also grab a couple guns and knives, hiding them in various places on my body before finally, grabbing my cloak and draping it over my body, hiding my most obvious feature. As soon as I leave, they're going to pick up Peter's tracker, and then they will come to me. I only need to stall them long enough to take one. I walk to Peter's cell, knowing what I have to do, but I stop, looking over the sleeping boy. He's still tied up, and that's hardly comfortable.

"Kill him," the shadow orders, and I move toward the boy to do the unspeakable. I untie him and pick him up, ensuring I don't wake him as I lay him on the bed, the shadow growling at me. I know I need to kill them all one by one, but he's just...

"A kid," Other Me sighs, finishing my thoughts. "Just like we were."

"No! Not child!" Shadow yells, and I worry she'll wake him. "Target!"

"Not target!" Other Me snaps back. "Friend." I chuckle darkly at Other Me's words, looking at her.

"Even I know that's not true," I tell her, bringing my cloak's hood up to cover my face. "Monsters don't make friends."

"He will be friend. We will see." I shake my head, leaving the cell and checking one last time to Ensure Shadow didn't touch him as his chest goes up and down in steady breathing. Ensuring he lives, I leave, using one of my cards to teleport from the safety of my cove to the middle of Brooklyn.

Cars screech to a halt in front of me, the sound of honking horns filling my ears and I look around, pulling out the tracker to see it beeping. "Come to me," I murmur, looking at the tracker one last time before placing it in my pocket. Walking down the street, I watch as Stark is the first to arrive.

"You must be the famous Vixen," Stark announces as he lands a good ten feet away from me. "Where is he?" I tilt my head, curious as to why he's the only one to arrive. "Cat got your tongue?" He asks when I don't answer him. Confused with the question, I open my mouth and show him my tongue, and the lack of a cat. When I put my tongue back in my mouth, Stark continues. "Never got that response before. Are we gonna dance?" He aims his hands at me, and I'm about to fight when I see something glinting in the sunlight. Raising my hand just in time, I catch the arrow with my bare hand and frown. Twiddling with the arrow, I take note of Clint up at the top of the skyscraper. So Stark is not the only one here. Where is everyone else? I doubt they'd bring Bruce in this early in the battle, but that still leaves-

Stark fires at me, leaving me no choice but to use my cloak to shield myself from the fire. Thankfully, I don't have to take it off, but by the look of the god currently flying in, I know that if I'm going to survive this fight I will have to eventually take it off. Stark charges, but I dodge as I move to the side, jamming the arrow into a chink of the man's armor and driving him to the ground. As I only got his shoulder, though, Stark gets back up with ease and fires at me again, but I dodge once more and the blast nearly hits Thor.

That's when I sense it. The use of an illusion. Copying the ability, I'm able to see through it and look at Loki, pulling out my card deck. He looks back at me, surprised I can even see him. "You're not an Avenger," I start, pulling out a card. "You have no quarrel with me."

"What can I say, I'm a changed man," Loki states before materializing a dagger and throwing it at me, which I catch with ease only to swing it back and hit him in the shoulder. "You interrupted my initiation." This complicates things. Only one more target, but that's a wild card I hadn't counted on.

Another glint in the sunlight sends me dodging, the arrow burying itself in the road and noticing the type of arrow it is, I know I have no time. The arrow explodes and I shroud myself in the only protection I have, white feathers flying everywhere as my cloak falls off my body.

After the explosion, I cautiously open my wings up, stretching them out to ensure they weren't injured. Looking between all of my enemies, the shock on their faces gives me just enough time to take the card I have and slap it on my arm, letting it absorb. "Now things are interesting," I sneer, anger rising in my chest. They could have hurt my wings. My precious feathers. The only hint I have to who I am. Reaching my hand up, I sense the power I just absorbed, and I fire at Stark, using his own blasts against him. The blasts don't get very far, but with the arrow still in his armor the arrow ends up burying itself deeper and Stark yells, clutching his shoulder. "Oh, poor Tony," I sigh, my eyes going red. "Did you get a little owie?"

"Stop!" Thor yells, firing lightning at me. My wings block his lightning strike with ease, and after copying that ability, I peel off Stark's blasting and use Thor's lightning to strike the skyscraper, and with my vision, I see Clint go down with ease. "You have to listen to me!" Thor seems to be trying to tell me something, but I'm too angry to care as I fire at him as well, knocking him back.

"Kara!" I stop after hearing that name, turning to Loki.

"What did you call me?" I ask, staring at him.

"Kara, stop! This isn't you." Other Me shows up next to me, smirking at the boy calling me by that name.

"I told you not to kill Peter," she sighs. "Good thing you listened."

Shadow growls, and my eyes turn red as she forces her way into control. "Mission!" she growls, and she flaps my wings. Shadow starts chanting in a language I couldn't understand even if I wanted to, and Loki's eyes widen.

"No!" Loki reaches for me and grabs on just as the scenery changes, Brooklyn fading away until my Cove takes its place, and standing in front of an awake Peter, Loki has joined us.

Shadow pulls out my dagger as she eyes Peter with a murderous hunger, and he visibly gulps. "Kara! No!" Shadow growls at Loki, lunging after him and he dodges, pinning me against the wall. He places a hand on my forehead showing me another illusion, but this time it's not fake. These are memories.