We're more alike than you think

99. The meeting

You spent the next hour explaining what you were about to do, and even if the boys were unsure if having Zemo out of prison was a good idea, they had to admit you had a dangerously good plan. They chipped in every now and then with feedback to help the plan further. That's all you wanted from them. The three of you said goodbye when it was time for you to leave. You packed your things and left.

You flew out the window. The city was loud like it normally was after a disaster. The loudness, the mess was a perfect distraction. Nobody down there could notice you as you flew through the city. It was almost magical looking down at the city from here, but the magic couldn't last for long. It was time to work.

You carefully flew down to the beautiful house underneath you. Of course, American government officials got the best houses for their expenses. You slowly flew around the house, until you found the bedroom window. You carefully unlocked it and entered the room. You stepped down and touched the floor. Everything was silent, but if you had done your calculations correctly, the man you were waiting for stood downstairs. You slowly walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The walls were filled up with family pictures, and art. It was almost like a normal family lived here, but you knew that wasn't the case. You walked down the stairs. You could hear the TV was on in the living room. It was the news running, but the lights were off. You lifted yourself from the floor, making sure no noises were made as you carefully flew into the living room. You heard a click from a gun and immediately dropped to the floor as a bullet flew through the air. You reached out your hand and directed the bullet right into the tv.

"I'm sorry, I had to try Miss. Lehnsherr," The deep voice said as you heard him lay down his gun.

"Of course you had to Ross," you said and looked over at him, for the first time in a long, long time...

Thaddeus Ross or as many liked to call him, Thunderbolt. You hadn't seen the man since Stark's funeral, and little had changed since then. No matter how hard he tried to hide behind his fancy suits, he was getting old, and every single day took its toll on him. You looked down at the gun, altered it, and smashed it. You looked back up at Thunderbolt with a little smile on your lips. You knew a fair bit about Thunderbolt, after the Sokovia accords came on the board, he literally became Tony's boss. Of course, you couldn't meet him since you were a secret on the team, but gosh, Tony had spoken about the man so much that you felt like you knew him.

"I'll admit, what you have done lately is rather impressive. Though, your past not so much," Thunderbolt said, walking out from the silly little corner he had hidden in.

"I'm not here for my past, I'm here for my future," you said and crossed your arms. Thunderbolt lifted his eyebrow, you definitely had piqued his interest. You took your hand in your pocket and reached for the toolbox. You opened it and put it on the table. Oh, this was gonna be a memory for a lifetime. You held your hands on your hips as you turned to face him.

"You're gonna make a team, call it 'the thunderbolts,' whatever you want, a team of so-called villains like me who seek redemption. We will work for you, but..." you said and walked closer up to him.

"I will be leading it," you said with a smirk.