The Gen-Z Avenger| Book 2

021| Cruel Killer

How had it taken the super idiots almost 80 years to destroy Hydra?

That nazi invented hell hole was still there, glooming over the people of earth with its unknown influence, stealing lives and destroying country's from within.

How have they not wiped this place clean?

Hydra's probably one of the easiest armies in the galaxy, worse training than the Chatari and they really suck, so that's that.

"Now folks, think of that time that we went up against those purple people and Alex lost their arm-" I said as we began suiting up.

"I'm questioning why Alex losing their arm is relevant?" Omar interrupted.

"If you'd let me finish, I'll tell you. Remember how Alex would always say, 'They were the worst army ever! Like sucky, really sucky, so how did I lose my arm if they suck?!'. That's why they were always so pissed off that their arm was gone. Alex thought that they should have walked away without a scratch, although the fact that there were rocket launchers in their new arm was a bonus. My point is, if anyone here ends up with a rocket launching metal arm I will personally kill you. Hydras army sucks, it's worse than the purple people. Do good, don't die.." I spoke, putting the headset on and preparing for launch.

As per a deal made, Steve and Tony would stay on communications, listening in to how we worked as a group. Celeste was spending her day with her grandparents, to allow us the time to properly kick some ass.

We flew on a Quinjet, something I hadn't done in years, to a location. We were able to speak, my team, but Tony and Steve were basically hovering around.

Nobody wanted to talk to them.

"Alright children, the contest is to see who can break the most arms, winner gets an under ten dollar meal and a hug!" I said as the Quinjet landed.

"Cruel bets.." Tony mumbled.

"Cruel killer.." I said, pointing at him and Steve.

We stepped off into the battlefield, a fight Hydra definitely wasn't prepared for. Four people with magic powers against an army and still, the four dumb people were to run after them.

People went flying up in the air, arms breaking and knifes being thrown too close to everyone's heads.

It was carnage, we like carnage.

"Any song requests?" I said over coms while setting a man's hair on fire.

"ABBA, I love ABBA!" Fluer yelled back, punching someone in the face.

"We know!" The three of us answered in sync.

"You're not putting music on, you're on a mission.." A gloomy murders voice called out over the coms.

"Well, you sure are good at telling people what to do Stark. Maybe you should-"

Radio silence, which is weird because I'm usually a Spotify type of gal.

"Y/N, are you okay?! Y/N?!" Wanda stopped in her tracks to see if her device was broken or if her wife was dead.

"Someone get in her location!" Omar yelled, almost everyone following suit.

Even on the other side of the line, Tony and Steve were panicking. Maybe they were used to me shutting up, but they have no opinions anymore.

"Fluer your gonna be very pissed off with me!" I yelled through the coms.

"If it's that leg-"

"I may have been stabbed in the top of my thigh, just a little bit.." I muttered, hearing her sigh through the device.

Stupid Hydra bastard crept up behind me and aimed for my heart, although I turned to block his ass and the knife went into my leg. First, they shoot me and then they stab me.

God, can they just kill me already? They've had a lot of chances.

"Okay don't pull the thing out!" Omar frantically yelled.

"I've been stabbed before, like 17 times!" I said, tightening the strap in my suit to stabilize the injury. "I know what I'm doing!"

The suit I had was layered, with a lot of straps and belts, maybe just for the cool ass fit. But it could help in medical emergencies.

"Everything alright?" Steve quietly asked.

"My wife was just stabbed in her bad leg! Not everything isn't alright Mr America Simp!" Wanda yelled through the coms and arriving near me.

"Okay, I didn't mean to. If I had a choice I would be stabbed in the other, I'm serious!" I tried to bargain with her.

"Why don't you just, I don't know, try not to get stabbed?!" Wanda yelled as she tried to help.

"Hey, I'll just pull the thing out, quick fix.." I smirked, waiting for the vultures.

"DON'T PULL IT OUT!" Omar and Fluer yelled at the same time.

"Who raised you? Idiot.." Omar sighed in disappointment.

"The people who raised me are on the line, Omar. But feel free to keep insulting them, I don't mind it helps with the pain.." I shrugged.

"You're in pain?!" Wanda yelled, deciding whether or not to carry me away.

"There's a blade in my leg! Of course, I'm in pain!" I yelled.

"Your leg is in my nightmares, how is that thing still hanging on?!" Fluer yelled, wiping out some other soldiers.

"Wanda goes finish them up, I'll take care of anyone I see.." I shooed her off.

"Your hurt.." Wanda replied.

"And your magical, go kill some people.." I smiled, using the control I had over the air to move her along.

About 20 minutes later, I saw fireworks. More like explosions, burning down buildings. The brick crushed on top of each other, breaking the construction and ruining Hydras hard work.

Like I said, fireworks.

You know eventually, they came back for me, eventually. Fluer removed the blade back at the Quinjet without giving me any drugs because apparently, she needed me to 'feel her wrath'.

"I told you that you would lose this damn leg if you weren't careful!" She yelled, cleaning the wound.

"It wasn't my fault this time! Surprise attack!" I called back to her.

"Oh, it's never your fault! You need your leg to kill Thanos, let's try to keep it attached to your body!" Fluer yelled.

"I'm sorry Dr Laurent, I'll try to keep this no good leg attracted to my body, only for you.." I shrugged, going to get up before Fluer used her wind powers to push me back onto the bed.

"Bed rest, one day and I'll let you move again/"

Before the doctor's orders could be given to me, the two newly made grandparents came rushing in, shielding the baby's eyes from the sight of my injury.

"Is she good?! Is she okay?!" Bucky whisper yelled being aware of the fact that there was a baby present.

"It's just a stab wound, it's fine!" I remarked, trying to stand up again and being pushed down by Bucky and Nat.

"How are you so casual?! You were stabbed!" Nat yelled, the baby not even caring.

"Everyone in this room had been stabbed apart from the baby, so can I give my Cece a hug please?!" I demanded, the tony human being passed to me.

People die every day, a stabbing isn't all that much. Maybe a deadly stabbing to Thanos would be beneficial.

Fluer put me on watch, very, very close watch. Which made what was to come to a lot harder, like, a lot. You can't murder a titan in style when your leg is 90 seconds away from falling off.

Someone just does it already, let me become that terminator thingy Scott asked me about. It would make him happy anyway.