The Last Avenger [What If...? x DCAMU Crossover]

28. The Stuff What Don't Get Spoke

Indiana Stark, A.K.A. Tony Stark's little sister, became the deadliest woman known to man.

And there came a day unlike any other when, Earth's Mightiest Heroes found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, she joined the Avengers.

This is what she does now that they're gone.

She lives in a building. The bad guys want the building. They have fought, beaten up, bloodied, and deafened Indiana.

Now Indiana and the Outlaws- a zombie and the world's greatest sharpshooter - and her neighbours - who are just her neighbours - have holed up and are ready for all Hell to break loose.

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I don't exactly love Gotham. Not like I did New York. But in both cities, you could pop out of a strip club you just busted up, hail a cab and head down Crime Alley and nobody even looks at you funny.

That was last night. Today was the 24th of December 2015. Christmas Eve. We worked the whole day, setting up traps and placed Roy's small explosives where they'd disorientate the enemy. The main staircase and obvious exits were blocked with furniture from our flats. It was risky, but I decided it was strategically necessary. Then we created a crawl space so we could move through the building when the enemy couldn't.

It was almost dark as I stood in my room. I held the Daredevil suit out in front of me, wishing Matt would materialise and spout some catholic wisdom. Would he be okay with me wearing his suit, considering the blood on my hands?

I don't know.

I decided not to wear the suit anyway, it'd attract to much unwanted attention and open a whole other can of worms I didn't need to deal with. For now, I'd have to be content with what I had.

I picked up Cap's shield and slung it over my back.

I'm not saying I'm going to fight as Captain America. Just going to do right by Steve. Do right by the Avengers. My family.

Bruce and I hadn't talked since the other night and I wasn't really expecting him to show as I walked to the roof and got into position. I could see the others doing the same, Jason, Roy, Deke and Tito, Aimee on her bike ready to ride off and double back to take the Tracksuits by surprise. I was glad so many had stayed: Grills, Natya, the Stoll brothers, old man Frank, Alexander. Simone had taken the kids and left town.

I did a head count: just under a hundred of us in all.

Not many to fight a war, but I'd fought with worse odd. Everyone looked nervous, and I understood why. They weren't soldiers, they just wanted to protect their home.

As I looked at their faces - all these people I'd known for almost a year now - a nagging voice whispered in my mind: One of them is a traitor.

But I couldn't dwell on that. They are my friends. I need them.

Roy came up to me. He was dressed in black camouflage, his red baseball cap on backwards, with his quiver slung over his and bow in hand. I had Clint's gear propped up against the edge. Me, Roy, and Grills were the first line of defence. The BBQ was chock-full of hot coals ready to dump over the side.

So, okay... this looks bad.

You cowboy around with the Avengers some. Guys got, what, armour. Magic. Super-powers. Super-strength. Anger issues. Shrink-dust. Glow-rays. Magic. Healing factors.

I'm an orphan on steroids fighting with a frisbee and a stick and a string from the  era.

So when I say this looks 'bad'. I promise you it feels worse.