I've stopped adding to this for now. I might come back later but for now this is all!
~~~~~~
Killing is all she knows. And she's good at it. Too good. She gets another target, same as usual. But she's not prepared for how personal the Avengers take...
Stark pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a long sigh. “Alright. So you figured out that the spheres are containers and that this particular one was holding an extremely flammable gas?” he asks, looking at Parker.
I can’t focus on their conversation, the fact that Stark somehow managed to get information about me sent a shock through to my core. That information isn’t supposed to be accessible. How could he have-... GOERGE! He’s the only person who could’ve had access to that information. My hands clench into fists against my legs and my teeth grit together.
“So, Ms. Brantley.” I shake myself from my thoughts and lock eyes with Stark. “Let’s finish our chat.”
“Let’s not,” I say instantly, taking a small step toward the door.
“I have S.H.I.E.L.D agents on speed dial and they can be here in less than two minutes. If you leave this office I will not hesitate to call them,” he threatens, watching me cautiously.
From my periphery I notice Parker glancing rapidly between me and Stark. “I’m not sure what there is to chat about,” I murmur, noticing smoke leaking out of my gloves. I quickly hide my hands behind my back and try pulling the buildup of heat in my palms away.
I frown and feel very unnerved when Stark leans back and relaxes in his chair, his expression turning from a threatening glare to a contemplative look. “I know we started off on a very bad foot. You killed a good friend of mine and I got upset about that-” Where is he going with this? “-but, someone decided to make me see some reason, which, regrettably I did, and I realized that you had little to no choice in the matter.”
“What are you trying to say?” I ask, wary.
“Rogers wanted to talk to you about some things but couldn’t find you. I did some digging, which is how I came up with this information,” he says, holding up the folder, before continuing. “And now. Here you are.”
“Stop beating around the bush and spit it out,” I grumble, letting out a small, relieved sigh as the heat in my palms starts decreasing.
“You are gonna come with me to the Avengers’ headquarters and talk to Rogers,” he says, leaning an arm on his desk.
“And if I refuse?” I ask, staring him down.
“I know you won’t. You’re just as curious as I am about what Rogers has to say to you,” Stark responds, a smug look on his face.
I hate to admit he’s right, but he is. “Fine,” I mutter indignantly. Stark leads me and Parker up to the roof where a helicopter is sitting and motions for us to get in, which both Parker and I do haltingly.
I notice no one is in the cockpit but don’t comment after remembering who’s sitting across from me. The helicopter lifts into the air and starts moving, making me slightly light-headed from its movements. I can be in a plane fine, most of the time, but helicopters move differently, and I’ve only been in one before this one, many years ago.
I keep my eyes shut the entire ride and don’t open them until the roar of the propeller fades away and is replaced by the soothing sound of bird calls and a gentle breeze that blows into the body of the helicopter.
I slowly peel my eyes open and slump against my seat, relieved to see the ground. I stumble out, catching myself against the cold metal of the outside of the helicopter.
“Not a fan of flying?” Stark asks smugly, stepping down after me.
I shoot him a dirty look. “I’m just tired,” I mutter venomously, forcing myself to straighten. I slowly look around, taking in the red, orange, and gold of the trees around us, marveling as they practically glow in the sunlight.
“Does this mean I’m an Avenger now?” I hear Parker ask, his voice overflowing with excitement.
“Not quite, kid,” Stark replies, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Let’s go,” he says, motioning for me to follow him.
I push off the body of the helicopter and follow after him as he starts down the road between the landing spot and a massive, absolutely stunning mansion. It’s very different from Olivia’s, which is quite gothic, and Victorian era style. This one is modern, but not in the plain, boring way you’d expect it to be.
Expansive windows take up almost all the walls. Parts of it are sticking out, taking away from the flat, bland feeling of most other modern mansions, and the dark greyish-blue stands out nicely among the hues of reds and golds from the trees.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
(This is sort of what I image the front area to look like)
This feels unreal. The gravel in the steps crunches quietly as we walk up to the doors. “Welcome back Mr. Stark,” a robotic voice says from no particular direction, making me jump slightly and look around. “Would you like me to notify Mr. Rogers of your arrival?”
“Yes. Thank you,” Stark responds, shutting the door behind us.
I’m still frozen in place from how beautiful the inside is. The walls are a lighter version of the outside color and the furniture ranges from dark woods to shades of light greys, the natural light from all the windows adding to the calming feeling. I look down at the plush carpet underfoot and the polished wooden floors.
“Where are we?” I ask, still looking around.
“The Avengers’ headquarters,” Stark responds smartly.
I roll my eyes slightly and let out an annoyed sigh. “I’m aware of that. But where in New York are we? If we even are in New York,” I say, muttering the last part to myself.
“Upstate,” Stark says simply, walking down the steps in front of us into the living room. Parker skips after him, his eyes full of wonder as he takes everything in.
I cautiously follow after them, the rest of the space coming into view. As I look around my eyes land on the familiar face of Steve Rogers.
