May 2nd, 2015
Y/N'S POV
I cautiously hold the blade in my hand, the one that was previously used to slice through quite a few bots with. The cloth glides against the sharp Katana as I wipes away the residue of the fight.
"Where'd you learn how to use a blade? HYDRA?" Natasha asks as she sweeps up the shattered glass pieces from the floor.
"Parts of me were conscious when I was with HYDRA, I learned how to easily wield a blade. Weather it be a kitchen knife or a Katana." I explained as I set the weapon down.
We finished cleaning around 2 am, and by then nobody was going to rest until we found Ultron, and figured out what his plans were.
_ _ _ _ _
I sit next to Nat early the next morning as she skims through files on a computer.
Steve hands Thor a tablet, "who's this?" he asks.
"A Message. Ultron killed Strucker." Cap sighed.
Tony glances at the image on the device. "And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us." He sarcastically mumbled.
"This is a smoke screen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" Natasha shakes her head.
"Strucker knew something that Ultron probably wanted us to miss." I chime into the conversation. "Nat check our files on Strucker...." I skeptically say.
"You're right! I bet....yeah..." The redhead clicks through the files as the computer dings. "Everything we had on Strucker's been erased."
I smirk. "Not everything." I motion to stacks and stacks, piles, boxes of files and papers.
We start digging through all the boxes looking for any valuable information that could help us in any way.
"Baron Strucker had a lot of friends." Steve flips through a folder with papers.
Bruce speaks up. "Well, these people are all horrible."
"Wait," Tony pauses reaching out for a paper Bruce held. "I know that guy." He examines it closer. "From back in the day he operates off the African coast, black market arms."
Steve looks at Tony questioning why he knows so much.
"There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything." He pauses once more. "He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer. It was all very Ahab." Tony explains.
"This?" I ask pointing at a symbol on the man in the photo's neck.
"Ah, it's a tattoo, I don't think he had it-"
"No, those are tattoos," I point to other inked symbols and art on his body. "This looks like a brand of some sort." I mumbled, examining the photo closer.
Bruce sits down at his computer and attempts to find what the symbol means. "It's a word in African dialect meaning 'Theif'....in a much less friendly way."
"What dialect?" Steve asked.
Bruce confusingly looks at the word and tries to pronounce is. "Wakanada....? Wankada? Wakanda."
Tony rubs his face. "If this guy came from Wakanda he probably picked up some trinkets." He sighs.
"I thought your father said he got the last of it?" Steve questions.
"I don't follow...what comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce chimes in.
Immediately I answer. "Strongest metal on earth. Vibranium." I glance down at Steve's shield.
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