It's been a long time, and it seems you finally woke up. You don't know what it was, a dream? A nightmare? Yet neither of those are true. It was all real. You lived, you died, and lived again. But you're back. Somehow. Nothing changed, except you. L...
Rumbles and tremors could be heard and felt in the control room of the hellicarrier, but not one agent dared to look at what was happening in the circular room just a few floors below them. It was Fury's order after all.
All the agents worked to get their system back online, to get back in the world.
"Hill, how bad is it?" Fury asked, Maria walking up to him.
"Pretty bad, but we're still in the air." She said as she showed him a tablet, looking at the damage.
He frowned before looking ahead again.
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In a different place on the ship, Natasha and Clint met and started their short battle, he managed to kick her down onto a lower compartment but stopped, looking to his right.
He saw you, standing there, looking at him.
You looked at him as you saw some green light shimmer next to his eye, but you didn't care right now.
"Clint, our last meeting might've ended badly, but right now, we need you back." You said as he looked at you intently.
Time seemed to slow down as you looked down and saw an arrow approaching, aimed straight at your heart.
You grabbed it, inches away from piercing you, from ending your life.
You looked up at him as his eyes widened as a light shone on you.
You had blood on your forearms, a bit on your face and shirt.
He suddenly grabbed his head as it started hurting, the green light shone a bit brighter.
"I'm sorry, Clint."
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Clint spat out saliva as he fell on his knees, clutching his stomach.
"(Y/N)?" He asked as you hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.
You saw Natasha walk up to you and stopped, looking up at your eyes.
The light shine upon you again, showing the blood on your shirt and hands, the pain in your eyes.
"Idiot..." She said in a low voice.
She brought you in for a hug, she didn't know why, but she did it, and you accepted it, releasing a shaky breath.
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In the control room, Fury was talking with Tony and Steve who were sitting at the round table, quiet with mixed feelings.
"There was an idea, Stark knows this." Fury started. "Called the 'Avengers Initiative', an idea to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if they could become, something more." He said as he moved around the table.
