eleanor rigby | avengers¹

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Mackenzie was sat with Tony and Steve in the meeting room. Eleanor had a minor leg injury after getting pummeled by Hulk and was getting treated. She was running off adrenaline the entire rest of the fight, not noticing the gaping wound in her leg. 

The young boy was fine mostly, except for a bruises here and there. What was mostly hurt was his heart. Mackenzie didn't really like killing people and even though these people were trying to kill them, most were being controlled by Loki. Most of these people had lives before all of this. 

Fury looked at the three of them, disappointment evident on his face. "These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them." He said throwing the cards towards Steve. He grabs them and looks at the design which was covered in blood.

"We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming", Fury explains. Mackenzie looked up at the man to see his eye intact. He must have meant Coulson. 

Mackenzie didn't know him that well, but he seemed like a nice guy. "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more." He continued. 

The group kept their eyes on the table, mad they let something like this happen. "See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes." Fury said. 

Tony gets up and walks off, not wanting to hear it anymore. Mackenzie gets up, wanting to go to his room and stare at a blank wall. "Well, it's an old fashioned notion." Fury sighs.

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Eleanor lays in the medical bed, the bright lights blinding her. Nat and another man (she'd learn that his name is Clint) were there too. The man was trying to shake off Loki's mind control and Natasha was trying to comfort him. "Clint, you're gonna be alright." She said. 

Clint looked in a lot of pain. Both mentally and physically. "You know that? Is that what you know? I got...I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out." He said, sleepily. Like he just got out of a coma. The young red head stared at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. 

"We don't have that long, it's gonna take time." Nat warns. 

"I don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?" Clint rasps. Eleanor did know what that was like for 10 year, she and her brother had been in control of HYDRA. You didn't even get a bit of freedom. 

It was always, attack, attack, attack. She never got a break. Mackenzie told her that their parents were brought there before she was born. That he was kidnapped and she was born into it. "You know that I do." Nat said. 

"Why am I back? How did you get him out?" The archer asks. 

"Cognitive recalibration. I hit you really hard in the head." Nat says, unbuckling the restraints holding him back. He stood up and surveyed the room. He took notice of the younger red head, lying on one of the other beds. "Who is she?" He asks, pointing to her.

Eleanor heard this. "You know it's rude to talk about someone behind there back." She said. Clint coughed, embarrassed. "Sorry. But who are you?" 

"Eleanor Hollister, pleasure to meet you. I would shake your hand, but I've been instructed not to get up." She said, raising her hand. Nat smiled at the young girl. "She's part of the initiative. So is her brother." She said. 

"Loki, he got away?" Clint asks. 

"Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?" Nat asked. Eleanor tuned out their conversation, until she felt Clint tapping her arm. "Do you think you're well enough to fight?" He asked. The young girl tried to stand up and faltered a bit. 

But her walking was fine, just a small limp. She nodded. Steve walks in full uniform, with Mackenzie waiting by the door. "Time to go." He said, looking at the three of them. 

"Go where?" Eleanor asked. 

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" Steve asks. Clint comes out of the bathroom, putting on his gloves. "I can." Eleanor smiled, while the blonde super solider just looked concerned. Nat nodded and that was all the conformation he needed. "You got a suit?" Steve asks.

Barton nods. "Yeah." 

"Then suit up", Steve says formally. Everyone gets ready for the battle. Steve puts on his helmet, while Tony fixes his suit. Eleanor shines her swords, 1 by 1, as Mackenzie polishes his guns and put ammo in them. The widow puts on her gloves and Barton gets his quiver ready.

The five of them walk into a random jet. Tony had decided to fly along side, free up some extra space. "You are not authorized to be here..." A SHIELD pilot says.

Steve holds out his hand. "Son... just don't." Eleanor smiles as the ship sails off. Mackenzie wraps his arm around his younger sister, pulling her close. Who knows if both of them will make it out alive? Eleanor kept a dopey smile on her face, not knowing what would happen in a hour.