Byakuran's Guide To Screwing With The World(Avengers X Khr Crossover)

Chapter 31: A gloomy sky should have been a warning of its own

Fury is not happy. And no, the reincarnators were the least of his problems. He took one look at them (actually, he took multiple looks along with things like stalking and spying on them for almost a year) and decided that they'd cause benign chaos at most. Which is fine for him; he's seen worse.

They're as irritating as racoons at most.

Except said racoons were on some kind of steroids and were very, very dangerous if handled improperly. However, as long as nobody poked at that hornet's nest, they'd be living together in harmony like bees and humans.

And so, after he decided that they were mostly benign, he decided to fuck protocol and ignore that whole bag of worms all together.

Unfortunately, said bag of worms like to occationally hurl itself at his face for whatever reasons, and if he's lucky, said bag of worms will help his settle even more migraine inducing crisis. Which is more than he could ask for, to be honest. Unless he is trapped in a room with them for too long. Which is what is happening with this piece of manace one of his staff had brought into the helicarrier.

"What, trash?" The manace says and despite his words, Fury could not feel any malice from his words. It's like he was just giving a normal greeting. Except said greeting was a bit (not a bit, in fact, it was very) discourteous for someone with a very polite mother. And it stayed that way, last time he checked.

Of course, he investigated her. He is that paranoid and she was soneone who worked near one of their land bases at a shop nearby. The base where the aircrafts that are used to send people to the helicarrier are stationed.

Now, that wasn't the problem here. Well, it is, but it was not a kid's presence in the helicarrier that made Fury want to pull out his non-existent hair. No, it was the fact that somehow, this had hopped onto a jet of one of his best agent undetected, gotten off the jet with nobody questioning his presence, and took a tour around his helicarrier like he owned it until Fury had gotten wind of his little presence.

And so, here they were. Having a stare -down. What was impressive was that the raven haired kid was standing his ground at Fury's stare-down. Also, he looks as if it was perfectly normal that he was in a helicarrier with secret agents walking all about. It was not as if the kid was subtle either. He was wearing a pure white T-shirt with some kind of jeans for kids. Simple but stylish.

It brings implications that Fury is not happy about.

At first, Fury thought it was the child of one of his agents, who had somehow gotten lost after following their parents unintentionally to this place. But Fury doubts it after taking a look at the angry looking child. His eyes do not look like that of a child.

So, another reincarnator it is. Hopefully. At this point, it was the best case scenario. Either that or an alien that likes to take the form of a kid. Yeah, so hopefully, it's the former. Much easier than to deal with the paperwork that comes with a new alien. Luckily, he has just the thing. "Wait, here. I need someone else to deal with this." Fury gave an exhausted sigh. "Hill, get me one of those reincarnators... No, at this point, I don't care who. Just get him out of here immediately."

The kid glared at him. "Also, get me some dull coloured clothes. Preferably black." He added after he saw the kid brooding even more. "The kid looks as if he wants to murder those white T's that he came in with." Seriously, that's some serious disgust on the face of the not-child. Despite looking like a handsome little lad in it, Fury had a feeling that he hated the pure white shirt that was donned on him with a passion that tells a story that Fury does not want to hear for the sake of his sanity. Fury was also sure of another thing. This resting bitch face kid was desperately was refraining himself from tearing the obviously new pure white shirt; possibly due to untold consequences that the kid would rather not deal with.

Fury knew that the kid's mom was a nagger (yes, Fury does go through every one of the files and remembers them. How do you think he ran this mad house?), so it was probably that. Nagging.

But in hindsight, Fury slightly regrets that he had the courtesy of offering a change of clothes for the child.

Fury hopes Hill will take a longer time to fulfil his orders just this time. It's been a while since he was able to enjoy the discomfort of the little terrors.

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Xanxus is not happy. Not happy at all. It all started where one Scott Lang had to babysit.

Again.

That trash is too talkative for his own good. He was lucky Xanxus did not have a gun, nor does the scum himself that was under house arrest have one. If not, a bullet through his head was the least of his worries.

The house was filled with eyes monitoring the bug trash. Xanxus hates being monitored, even if the target isn't him but someone standing a meter away from him. He gets twitchy and trigger-happy. Which is what he is right now, trigger happy.

"Get the trashes looking over here to scram." He snarled and the man who came here to monitor Scott while he was in this house.

"Now, now. There's no need to get so angry, little guy. Once Mr. Scott here has finished his babysitting duties for the day. We'll get out of your hair immediately." The warden tried to coax Xanxus. As if Xanxus was three. The nerve of him. He's getting the next bullet if he continues this. "I know! Why don't we all play a game! Calvin, how about you choose the game?"

Xanxus slightly bristle at the name and glared at the warden. His fingers twitched and instinctively wanted to reach for his gun, but he remembered that he was now 7. And no, unfortunately, he does not get a gun on his 7th birthday. Which is un-fucking-fortunate, because of all the good he could do by just killing this smiling officer right in front of him and allowing him his peace and quiet.

There's a proverb or something in a language he could not bother to remember taking it from; don't slap someone with a smiling face. Or something along with those lines. Who the hell came up with that term. Byakuran that fucker was all smiles as he decimated the Vongola bases all around the world. Xanxus himself would like shoot that fucker in the ass personally even in this life but after weighing the efforts he had to put in as well as the aftereffects of doing so, Xanxus decided to put the plan on hold.

Also, he does not have his trusty guns with him, so he is unarmed and so his plan has a low probability of succeeding since he has no guns to shoot that bastard in the ass in the first place. And Varia does not go in with a plan that at least spells succeed. Even if the plan goes wayward, at least the first plan had enough guidelines for them to wing it to a certain degree. By a certain degree, he means raze-the-city-to-the-ground certain degree.

But the point still stands, Varia quality does not entail a plan with no chance of succeeding. So, Xanxus will bide his time.

Although...

Xanxus' eyes strayed to the warden's gun. "Sure! Let's play 'you give me the gun, and I'll shoot all of you fuckers to death!'." He gave a bloodthirsty grin.

The warden was visibly startled and looked at Scott in askance.

To which Scott responded by shaking his head and waving his hands to signify that it was not his fault and the brat was already like this when he got him.

So, in summary, he ditched the place, decided to see his mother to bargain, but decided the moment he reached her mini little shop that he wanted to check out the interesting wall two shops from his mother's shop. Which caused him to end up here. With this fucking pirate on a pirate ship. In the fucking air. This was some major mist fuckery happening right here.

"Hi~ I heard you called?" A kid a bit older than him came in with a skip in his steps.

Xanxus thought the day could not get any worse, but apparently, it could.

At this point, he would rather have stayed with the mini trash and call it a day.

Welp, never thought I would update this chapter anytime soon. Or at least, not today at 1am in the morning instead of sleeping but welllllll... here it is. Hopefully, I can end this soon. But the story seems to think otherwise. 🫠

Word count: 1544 words.