Chapter III

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⚠️ cursing! ⚠️
⚠️ Gore ⚠️

⚠️ cursing! ⚠️ ⚠️ Gore ⚠️

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[May 11th 2016]
[Norway]


After a long cruise, we had made it to Norway. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. There were beautiful mountain ranges, beautiful lakes and rivers, everything was beautiful.

"Ready to go?" Brooklyn asked.

I nodded my head. The first thing we needed was a car. I spotted a red Volkswagen that just sorta screamed my name. "Hey look!"

Brooklyn patted my back. "Genius my dude." She then grabbed my hand and we ran to the car. Unfortunately the car was locked. "Just a setback." Brooklyn reassured me. The windows were rolled down so, naturally, she hopped through the windows and into the car.

"This dip-shit left their keys in the car." Brooklyn chuckled. She unlocked the car for me to get in. She started the car and we sped off.

As we drove I noticed the gas was low. "We need to stop somewhere." Brooklyn pointed up ahead where a gas station lied.

"I'll fill up the car, you get food." She said. I agreed and ran inside.

The inside wasn't so bad. There was a man behind the counter and a couple of people looking around. I spotted some magazines of the Avengers. More specifically, one with Steve and Brooklyn.

Steve had his hand up high, as if he was waving to the world. Brooklyn was looking down, yet smiling. So was Steve. They looked happy.

"In addition to Rogers and Romanoff's escape, Barry Banner and Brooklyn Rogers are still on the run."

Holy fucking shit. I forgot I was one the run. I grabbed some coke bottles, some chip bags, candy, and water, and the magazine and headed to the counter.

The man entered in the price after scanning. "$30.27" he said. I nodded and pulled out a $50 bill.

"Ya look familiar kid. Do I know ya?" The man asked, taking the money.

"Uh...I don't believe so." I turned and saw my face on the news. Well holy shit. I'm screwed.

The man looked at me, and took a good look. "I swear I've seen you before. Are ya sure?" That's when he turned.

He turned around and there I was on the Tv. I was at the UN building when it exploded. I looked down toward the floor and looked at my shoes.

"You." The man pointed to me, angry. "Barry...Barry Banner! I'm going to call the cops."

"Well shit." I took everything and sprinted to the car.

"Brooke, we've gotta go. The dude in the store knew who I was. He knows we're on the run!"

Brooklyn looked up. "What the fuck did you do?"

"I- I didn't do anything!" I said. "Why did you hear something?"

"No. No I didn't. Except for when you told me about the store guy." She quickly put the gas in the car and then ran to open the door on the other side. I ran to my side of the door and got in the station wagon.

Brooklyn gently placed her foot on the gas pedal and we drove off. The whole time I felt like I had done something and my mom was scolding me.

Except it wasn't my mom. It was my dream girl.

And I had just compared her to my mom.

What the fuck?







It was late at night, and we were still driving. Brooklyn looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep.

We continued to drive and listen to music.

"I can treat you better, than he can."

Brooklyn and I sang to the song. She looked happy, like she did in the magazine.

It was nice and quiet, except for our loud singing. As we sang, I felt something pull me forward.

Brooklyn bumped her head against the wheel. The car spun around in a circle and we landed sideways on the bridge.

I touched my head, it was all bloody. I looked at Brooklyn and noticed a trail of blood oozing out of her head. It was like a Red Sea going down a steep hill. She had a bump on her head and blood oozing out of her legs and arms.

She pushed the door until it came off entirely. It seemed like everywhere she stepped, a trail of dark, red blood followed.

I pushed my door until it came off too. I looked up to see a figure pinning Brooklyn against the edge of the bridge. Her blooding nose getting all over the figure's armor.

"HEY BITCH!" I yelled. The figure dropped Brooklyn and started walking over to me. Well fuck. I'm screwed.

They ran over and grabbed a shield that was strapped on their back. They were about to pull it up but Brooklyn grabbed it before any more damage could have been done.

"The funny thing, I know a thing or two about shields." She said. She then started to attack the armored figure. Brooklyn put her leg out to kick but the figure dodged and slit her leg with a knife.

Brooklyn ducked and grabbed her knife, using it to attack the figure back.

She then attempted to stab her but the figure grabbed her arm and threw her to the floor. Brooklyn got up and pinned the figure to the ground.

I noticed something in the back of the station wagon. I walked over to see a briefcase. "BROOKE!" I yelled.

She looked over and saw what I was holding. The figure did the same. "They aren't here for us..." Brooklyn realized: she then ran over to me, grabbed the briefcase and threw it over the bridge.

She then grabbed my hand and we ran to the raking of the bridge. "I'm sorry for this." She said before pushing me into the water.

I screamed until I belly flopped into the water. My glasses started to sink. I grabbed it and put the glasses back on. That's when I found the case. I grabbed it and moved over for Brooklyn to belly flop.

But of course she didn't.

We swam until we got to a beach like area in god knows where.

Brooklyn opened the case and we found more than one vile full of blue ooz.

Brooklyn looked over to me and whispered one word.

"Lily."



































A/n: OOOOH we are getting to meet Lily y'all

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A/n: OOOOH we are getting to meet Lily y'all. Ahhhhhh.

I feel like this story wasn't very good and more cringy.

Also rn I'm doing a concussion test for XC lol. I might not be able to post as much cause yk...

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