"Is there a reason you called me out here, at what? Six in the morning?" Tony Stark complained as he barged into the meeting room, noting that all the other Avenger teammates expect Thor were present the moment.
"So nice of you to join us, Stark," Fury retorted sarcastically, rolling his one eye and gesturing for the billionaire playboy to take a seat.
"Whatever. Make it quick. My lab is calling out to me," Tony rolled his eyes, plopping down on one of the black chairs, right next to Bruce Banner and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. Fury rolled his eye once again and turned back to a holograph that shown next to where he was standing, an image of a map with multiple red dots marking the gridlines.
"As I was saying before I got interrupted," a state was pointed towards the genius who had his feet up the glass-topped wooden table. "There is a threat out there that we have been trying to subdue for a while now, but we've been unsuccessful so far. All the agents I sent came back beaten up and knocked out cold."
"Is she one of those inhumans? or enhanced?" Wanda Maximoff asked while drumming her black painted fingernails against the glass.
"I'm...not sure," Fury answered reluctantly, not bothering to scold the young girl for looking into his mind. He knows that she won't look into very important government information, he trusts her enough not to.
"Huh, near saw the day coming where Fury doesn't have intel on the threat we're facing," snorted Stark, pulling out his phone, ready to hack into any and all government files that held information regarding the 'she' Wanda was talking about. "I need a name."
"I...don't have that either," Fury sighed. "All I know is that this threat is a girl, short, really likes dead roses and is 100% psychotic."
"Dead roses?" Steve Rodgers asked, furrowing a blonde eyebrow.
Fury didn't say anything at first, opting to gesture at the hologram that changed to a picture of a dead rose that had dark red stains on the thorns of its green stem. "I found that in my office last night with a message: Try again."
"How come we're hearing about her now?" Natasha Romanoff asked, pushing red strands of hair away from her face.
"Bringing in the Avengers wasn't necessary to subdue one single threat. She, however, proved me wrong. She has conducted multiple murders in the past two months, leaving a dead rose on the victim's chest once they're dead then leaves without a trace." The hologram changed back to the map. "All these red dots? Locations of her kills. It was entirely random and each victim had no relation to the other- there's no pattern to her killing and it's getting attention, attention that we don't need."
Tony hummed and started his hacking process, getting into multiple security footages around and in the locations in which the threat had struck and looked for anything that stated that she was around, you know, other than the corpses and the dead flower.
"My gosh," his eyes widened at the scene.
"Is there anything significant about the- uh- the bodies?" Bruce asked, fidgeting in his seat.
"You tell me," Fry gestured to the hologram that once again changed. This time, the image turned into one of the murder scenes. The concrete ground was still stained with fresh blood, the same blood that was splattered against the red brick walls. The victim was male, overweight, mid-fifties it seemed, pale with eyes glossed over, fear visible in the man's expression.
"Okay, well-uh-uh-well," Bruce stammered and then stopped, clearing his throat as he began to talk in a clear voice. "From what I could see, his ribs were bashed in, that's why the mid-chest area seems dented. Um, a hard hit to the head that caused most of the bleeding coming from behind the top of his body. Shoulder may be dislocated but I'm not sure..."
"Was she able to do this on her own? Or did she have help from others or possible powers?" Sam Wilson asked, a grimace curling lightly at his lips as he surveyed the image.
"The body was clean of any fingertips- clean of anything that might have told us who she is," Fury shook his head grimly.
"What do you want us to do?" Clint Barton asked, twirling a wooden drum stick between his fingers, which was weird since the team knows that he doesn't play drums.
"I want you to find her and bring her in- alive. I'd like to know what her motive is and how she's conducting all these killings before sending her off to a place she's never getting out of," the man in the eyepatch answered firmly.
"And how do you think we should do that? You said it yourself, we've got nothing on her," Wanda asked.
"You're the Avengers," Fury smirked, "you'll figure something out." And with that, the man in black left, his trench coat whooshing past him.
"I'm telling you guys, he is the master of dramatic exits," everyone rolled their eyes at Tony's statement.
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