Infinite - An MCU Story

Prologue

It was long past midnight, of that he was certain. The perfect time to strike and eliminate his next target. He was masked from head to toe in a suit of black material, a mask with only two pieces in the shape of sharpened eyes and nothing else. A hood attached to the upper piece of clothing, which also worked as an overcoat, warn over his masked head. Attached at his hips were his weaponry of choice.

It was going to be easy, the same as the rest. Eliminate the target, and be gone before anyone could blink. Or at least...that's what he believed. 

From just a few rooftops away, he could hear a voice.

"Target in sight."

With quick precision, he took one of his guns from his hip and fired, the sound of the shotgun covering at least a few blocks.

"Marvin's hit! I repeat, Marvin is hit!" 

He could hear another, most definitely speaking through comms with others. So, with a click of his tongue, he removed a grappling hook from under his coat and shot towards another rooftop. Without another look, he swung away.

"Target is fleeing!"

"Delta Squad 3, clear to engage."

As he continued to move among the rooftops, he could hear them chasing him down. But it didn't matter in the end. When compared to his experience, they didn't stand a chance. 

He hooked to another building, before turning and pulling out the second shotgun from his left hip and shot, hitting the approaching enemy in the knee. They fell with a scream, but he simply turned and continued swinging across the city.

They were persistent, he'd admit, chasing him for as long as they did. In the end, he'd reward them, as he moved to the edge of the city and into the dense forest.

"Proceed with caution, Delta 3."

"Copy that."

The squad moved through the trail with their guns at the ready, flashlights on as well as to make sure they didn't miss anything. 

"Is this guy really worth the trouble?" One of them near the back questioned, looking up at the tree branches.

"Did you not need read the reports, Agent Hernandez?" The one at the head retorted, like a parent scolding their child. The obvious leader of the Delta Squad 3, Trevor Hayes. "This guys been dealing out assassinations for the last three years, and we've only just now gotten close to him. This is our one chance to bring him in. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, sir." Hernandez was quick to reply, as only the sound of dirt under their boots could be heard after. That was until another Agent spoke up.

"Why do you think the guys done what he's done?"

"Could be anything, really. Some people kill just to kill. This guy could be the same."

"I'd hope not, otherwise what does that entail for u-" The Agent at the very back of the group was cut off, as everyone else turned back and aimed their guns, but the only thing there was a blue light that slowly disappeared into nothing. 

"The hell was that...?" One questioned, gulping down saliva as his body shivered.

"Keep focused." Trevor told them, slowly turning forward again. "We have our mission, let's keep our attention on that."

"B-But sir, Bill, he just...he disappeared!" Hernandez shouted back, sweat dripping down his face. "If that could happen that fast, what does that entail...you guys hear that?"

Everyone listened, trying to hear what their fellow agent heard. And soon enough, they did, it was...

"Beeping?" Trevor questioned, before his eyes widened. With haste, he turned to his squad. "Everyone, move no-!"

BOOM!

The ground beneath them exploded, setting fire to the nearby tree's and sending the agents flying, some of which were injured in the process. Left where they stood was a semi-sized crater.

Slowly, Trevor got to his feet, not sporting a scar across the right side of his forehead.

"Is everyone alright!?" He called out.

"Peterson is down!" One called back, knelt next to their fellow agent as they pressed their hands against the side of Peterson's left leg. Quickly, Trevor moved to his earpiece.

"I've got wounded. Requesting backup immedia-" He stopped talking at the sound of something dropping behind him. Slowly, he turned, and the only thing he could see within the darkness, were those bright blue eyes of the mask.

Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired...but he stood there, unfazed. He even seemed to mock him by tilting his head to the side. Trevor clicked his tongue, before the figure brought up his own gun and shot Trevor in the left shoulder.

"Gah!" He fell back with a thud as the figure walked closer. "W...Why didn't ya' just finish me quick, huh?"

"I have no intention of ending your life." The figure spoke, confusing Trevor. "You're not my target." 

The figure turned and went to walk away, but that was futile at this point. Why? Well, when one is surrounded with guns pointed at them from all angles, what's one to do? Even if his suit was bullet proof.

One of those surrounding him stepped forward. An African American man wearing all black with an eyepatch covering one of his eyes.

"So the Director comes himself. Nicholas Joseph Fury." The figure spoke, placing his gun back at his hip.

"You've proven to be one annoying son of a bitch to find, you know that?" Fury questioned, the figure chuckling in response. Fury looked at those around them, before nodding. With slight hesitation, they all left, some helping the injured. "You gonna return my agent?"

The figure tilted his head, before sighing. A portal of some sorts seemed to open next to him then, and out of it dropped the disappeared Agent, unconscious.

"For you to come all this way, and just for me. I should feel special." 

"When it comes to someone like you, I ain't got no choice but to come myself." Nick retorted, as the two were finally left alone. "Should I expect to die within a few moments, or am I not a target?" He shot his own words back at the suited figure.

"No....You're no target of mine, Nicholas." The use of his full name earned him a glare, but the figure didn't seem to care.

"I'm curious, really." Nick began to pace with his hands held behind his back. "What're you doing going around using the name of a long dead assassin? Trying to strike fear someway? What is it? Huh? Tell me, 'Deadeye'." 

"What do you mean?" The supposed, Deadeye, asked.

"The first person to go by the name of 'Deadeye' disappeared back in '68, the next in '75, then in '99, and now you, thirteen years later. Why?"

"It pains you a little, to not know every little thing, huh Joseph?" Deadeye questioned back, ignoring the one presented by Fury. "And yet...you could've captured me long ago, and yet you didn't."

The two stared at one another for a few moments, before Fury sighed.

"Because, the skill you possess...could be used in a different manner."

"I'm no protector, or anything you S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are." Deadeye stated.

"I'm not talking about S.H.I.E.L.D. right now." Fury brought a peach colored folder from under his coat. He walked closer, holding it out for Deadeye to take. 

The assassin sighed, before taking the folder and opening it. What he saw nearly made his breath hitch, but he managed to keep his composure. The first thing he was was a picture, one of a blue glowing cube. Under it he could see another image, one of a red skull with six tentacles under it.

Fury seemed ready to talk again, but Deadeye closed the folder and handed it back. Fury seemed confused, but took it back regardless as Deadeye reached up and removed his hood. The hand moved back up and removed the mask as well, revealing a white male with light brown hair and hazel eyes.

"What do you need me to do?"