Memories: An Avengers Fan Fiction

C.8 ~ Cautious Cora

Chapter 8 ~ Cautious Cora

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Five seconds after Cora's video, Pharaoh phones in.

When the call alert started going off, I fell out of my chair. What? If you hadn't been expecting a loud blaring alarm you would have too. Don't lie to me. Howie leaned over and pulled me back into the chair just as Pharaoh was calling.

"Excellent choice of words my dear. How long did it take you to write? Two minutes?" Pharaoh's face, while it is fuzzy, appears on Kim's computer screen, "I believe the repetitive 'We know that...' Might have been a bit much. Also, this laptop has a lovely software."

"Remind me to burn this computer when we're through," Kim says to me in whisper.

"No problem."

I wouldn't want Pharaoh having my computer's access.

Cora sneers, "like you could do better on such short notice."

"So what would you like to discuss?" Pharaoh crosses his arms across his white toga.

Toga?

"Is he wearing a toga? That doesn't make sense?" I say.

Wait? Why do I keep saying stupid things out loud.

"No. It is not a toga. It is Egyptian Cotton woven into a Shendyt, to which I added a shirt for your pleasure," Pharaoh says, "which for those of you who were not classically trained in the art of the Egyptians, it is a..."

"Skirt?" Howie interrupts, "that's what it looks like."

"A toga dress!" Tammy laughs.

"The kid has spoken. It is so. He wears a dress," Howie says.

The comment doesn't seem to phase Pharaoh in the least. Which shocks me because I expected him to full blown scream or something.

No he just sits there. With his hands crossed, as if enjoying Tammy's chatter and Howie's insults.

"You're Next Avengers are quite something. Although they lack humility, grace, and teamwork," Pharaoh says to Captain America and Clint.

"We do to have teamwork," Reba snaps.

She's still torn up about her mother. You can see it in her eyes. That and Kim told me she cries whenever she's alone.

"Yeah we're together 99% of everyday," Howie snorts.

"During our get together yesterday, I was able to review your team and their fighting style. You lost one team member in ten seconds of fighting," Pharaoh says.

"It was actually like four seconds," Pete corrects.

"You see? And when you attacked me, you came one by one. Not together at all. Your forefathers, the real Avengers came as a team. Now, half of them are dead!" Pharaoh laughs.

"You seem happy about that," Clint says.

"Oh I am," Pharaoh replies.

"Why the children?" I suddenly ask.

There's my big mouth again. Asking stupid questions that no one wants to answer.

"Pardon?" Pharaoh asks.

I clear my throat, "you're attacking the adults. Why? Why not the children too?"

"Children are easier to conquer. Easier to rule if you will. Adults fight back while children will submit to the first person who saves them," Pharaoh says.