We're Not All Heroes - AOU

4

"The strongest metal on earth" Tony tells the group.

I feel a quick buzz from my back pocket, realising it's my phone, I go to check it.

Unknown number: Meet me in Brooklyn, old appartment building on the corner of 5th and 6th.

Me: New number who dis?

There wasn't any reply from the strange text.

"Yo, Im not gonna be able to make it to Africa with you lot." I let everybody know, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

"May we ask why?" Tony asks me, seeming annoyed and yet cocky at the same time. If that's even possible.

"No. You may not. And I need to borrow a computer real quick."

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Once everybody leaves I sit myself at a work bench that has a computer. I do some hacky hacky on the phone number, only to find out that the person used a burner phone. I'm not sure how to figure out any more than that and finding an approximate location.

I sigh to myself and run to the weapons locker, putting on the black jeans and t-shirt I brought here. I don't normally wear a 'super hero' suit or whatever, just whatever I have plus some holsters for all my weapons.

I get dressed and clip on my double hand gun holster around my back, my thigh holster clips on and I slide in a couple knives. Last is just a small belt loop that I slip my collapsed bo staff into.

You can't be too cautious.

I show up to the old building, turning the keys in my bike, making sure it's off. The lights to the bike go out and I can no longer see what's infornt of me. The street lights are dead, and there arnt any other lights anywhere.

The front door to the building was unlocked so I pull out one of my knives, holding it infront of my chest in a fighting stance as I enter the building.

I take the first step onto the staircase and feel a buzz in my pocket. A message from the stranger.

Unknown number: Floor 12, room 306

I look around, and sure enough, there's a security camera facing towards me. It's little red light taunting me as I stand in the dark.

I make my way up to the 12th floor, yes I check the elevator. Luckily, I had training in stamina so 12 floors of stairs is nothing.

I finally reach my destination, slowly walking down the hallway until I get to room 306.

The door is shut, but unlocked when I try the handle. The room is lit with a soft yellow glow from the lamp in the corner.

The room is quiet for a few seconds until theres a shift and a single foot step. I throw my knife at the sound but it hits the wall behind the figure.

They take another step, then another until he is standing in the light. He was facing down, his long hair in the way of his face.

"I told you to stop looking for me." He mumbled.

James. The ex-winter soldier and assasin.

"Are you here to kill me?" I reply in the same tone of voice.

"No"

He looks up, his face is dirty and there's stuble growing on his jaw. I guess being on the run means there no time to look after yourself.

"Then why did you ask for me?"

"I know who you are." He can't possibly mean he knows knows. Right? "Vanessa morgan is just a cover. I don't know your real name or where you came from, but I do know that you have advanced Red Room and Hydra skills. You have been living a normal life until 2012 when suddenly you went off the grid. No trace. But there have been photos and stories of some sort of, I don't want to say 'assasin' but it fits the profile," he pauses and pulls a folder off of the table, he opens it and pulls out a couple of photos of a girl with blond hair, the photos never show her face though. "This is you, is it not? My first guess was that you were a Hydra spy, until I dug further. Every couple of weeks you go to a house in the suburbs of New York. The Surname on the house is Nomaffaron, which is an anagram for Romanoff."

Well fuck.

This one is really short but I thought that was a good ending. And I wanted to post it since I haven't in a while