Like Father, Like Sons

▪︎2▪︎ Little talk

Yeah, fuck it, I deleted the last chapter because it was shit, literally.

This chapter would be mainly focused on Feather, aka Minty. It'll be about what he wants to do and why he's there, but I won't spoil it too much, just enjoy!

Tw; mentions of death, describing injuries(?), blooooooooooood

                                ▪︎︎Third POV ▪︎

The Avengers were currently trying to talk a certain problem into telling them what he wanted and why he was there. They used their weapons as threats, even though the man couldn't move, like at all. He was restrained. To a wall, since it was considered better that on a table. As they continued to talk and intimate the minor. The kid final started to talk.

Everybody was relieved to say the least, but weren't still convinced that he would say the truth. "You see. The reason, Tin Can..." The boys eyes landed on Tony, "The reason why I aren't in school is.. well.. I don't have any living relatives. Since I was.. 10? I think. So I took it upon myself to survive, so I did. Scratch that, tried."

The boy sighed, looking at the floor beneath him, a few tears trailing down his pale cheeks. "And they were killed because of me, I was kept hidden in my used to be home, so nobody would see me, I decided to see the world, and that day I regret the most. Swat teams, military, police units all swarmed my house. So yeah, family dead, relatives dead, and here I am today."

The boy seemed to smile sadly, before going back to a frown. "So your wanted?" The man holding a bow, with an arrow loaded in it, asked. "Well. If you think about it...." There was a few seconds of silence. "No, I'm not but if and police or anybody of a high order sees me, I'll be dead." The boy attempted to shrug his shoulders, but the restrains didn't allow him to.

"So your doing this......so you can live?" After that there was atleast a minute of mumbling and whispers, until the focus returned back to the boy. "I guess you can say that, I wouldn't mind answering any other questions. Unless.....their about my family." The boy gave the team an intimating stare, the boys eyes getting a small twirl of red in them.

There was a stammer of nods, and the questions slow started to flood in, everyone getting answered.

~ Hello, this is Bob, your friendly Time Skip ~

The team had their questions answered, and when they did, the boy didn't seem so much of a threat anymore. So they let him go from the restrains, but all weapons that they had pointed at him. "Chill out lads, I'm not going to do anything too bad." The boy said sarcastically pushing the word 'too' as he sat in the corner of the room.

                           ▪︎Natasha's POV▪︎

I currently sat on the floor, against the wall in a darkish room, opposite a person now considered okay-ish.. The team and I managed to get the youngling to talk, so he did, and he managed to spill everything he could. And honestly, now that I, specifically, heard his story, he isn't so bad, except the fact his eyes glow. Kinda unsettling.

But anyway, I'm sharpening my knives, keeping an eye on the teenager as the other have left to take care of something else. I looked up at the boy from time to time, finally breaking the pin quiet silence, "So what do you rather be called?" I asked, not getting a response til a minute later. "I don't really care what you call me, Jacky, Feather, I really don't care. I rarely, or should I say almost never heard my actual name be called." That answered my question.

I had now noticed that the boy was in the darkest corner of the room, his eyes clearly visible, since they glowed. He was barely visible if it wasn't for his eyes. They were definitely different, nothing I saw before. I looked at his hands, they were shaking, and now that I looked closely at his skin, scarrs and bruises on him were...blue? He had blue blood? Now that's something impossible to happen.

I looked him straight in the eyes, before our eyes locked. We both could tell from our eyes how we were feeling. My eyes showed alertness and uncertaincy and his eyes showed pain and sadness. I left the room without saying anything. Tony and the others have gotten back to the tower after their mission. I went up the elevator to the common living area.

"Tony." I said walking out of the elevator. Said man looked up, looking a bit confused. "About the kid, something doesn't sit right with him, do you think you and Bruce could look at a sample of his blood?" After she said that there was a few seconds of silence. "Yeah, sure, why?" Tony stood up, with his arms folded. "Did you notice the scars on his face were blue?" That stunned some of the people in the room. It wasn't exactly bright in the room they kept the boy, so the scars weren't visible.

The others in the room were Clint, Sam, Vision, Bucky, Steve and Wanda, the others were either in their room or somewhere else. I was currently heading to the room we kept Jacky, following Tony and Bruce, they told me to stand by incase the boy resisted, but it went smoothly.

~I'm Bob's brother, Timothy, and I'm another Time Skip ~

                             ▪︎Tony's POV▪︎

After we got a sample of the kids blood, we were surprised to find it was actually blue. Me and Bruce went up to my lab to look at the small sample. As we went in, I put the sample into a small machine, that would look at it, and FRIDAY would tell us anything unusual. And that's what happened. "Sir, I have found something unusual in this sample if blood." FRIDAY's voice said, and proceeded to say "it seems that there are some firm of nano particles or nanobots in the blood." That got both of their attention.

Get a cliffhanger, lol, sorry, its currently 03:59 when this chapter is finished.

I hope you enjoyed :D I can kinda see my writing getting better :P!

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