WHEN TONY STARK DIED, THE AVENGERS DIED WITH HIM.
The world's mightiest heroes are now gone, but their enemies aren't. If anything, they've multiplied, stronger and smarter. It's...
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BROOKLYN FELT SOMETHING WAS WRONG THE SECOND SHE STEPPED INTO THE PLACE. And it wasn't that she was past bedtime, she was underage at Sharon's art gallery party, and the fact there was no ice blue-eyed agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Peter and Florence were also missing, which was probably why Keefe insisted to hold her hand. Which Nick seemed to think was overkill. And Brooklyn agreed. "I don't need you to 'protect' me, whatever that's supposed to mean."
"I'm a Protector." He replied in a matter-of-fact way, "It's my job to protect the ones close to me."
Which was briefly heartwarming, until he explained that, in distance, Brooklyn was the closest to him. She calmly distanced herself from both of the boys, while Keefe started an argument over icee, in which Nick seemed to believe that Blue Icee was superior to Lemonade.
Brooklyn didn't even know what those were.
"I'm sorry ma'am, are you lost?" A guy asked kindly, he didn't seem too threatening, with curly black hair, gray button-up, and massive round glasses, but Brooklyn apologized and said she was looking for her aunt, quickly rushing off to see if there was anyone familiar.
Good news, she found someone, bad news, Peter seemed to be trying to have a moment with some girl.
"Excuse me," Brooklyn said promptly, interrupting Peter's serenade about the beautiful dame. Peter glanced at her.
"Hey Brooks, do you mind...giving me a second with Sunny over here?" He asked, she glared at him.
"Yes, I actually do-"
"Oh look!" He gasped, which was totally fake. "That's Elizabeth over there, why don't you go bother her?"
Brooklyn turned, looking for a blonde, but it turned out that Peter had sped off with his new girlfriend much to her distaste. She pushed through the crowd, noticing small things: All the guns had the safety on but loaded, knives hidden in belts, a brown-eyed woman at the bar carefully polishing a glass while another one slipped something in her pocket...
And also a woman with jet-black hair, giving a blonde who was chatting with Sharon Carter a suspicious look.
The idea seemed preposterous, but Brooklyn approached her. "Lovely weather this morning, isn't it?" The girl asked cheerily.
The woman smiled, apparently enjoying the question. "Yes," Her eyes glanced over Brooklyn, seemingly knowing the right answer. "but I always carry an umbrella."
Brooklyn didn't see an umbrella hidden under the woman's black uniform, so she went with the code. "I suppose you can't be too careful." She admitted.
"Best to be prepared for a shift in the wind."
"Mist?" Brooklyn peeped, the smile disappeared from Elizabeth's face, and she made a disgusted sound.
