The End Game | MCU FanFiction

Chapter 33

"How are the prisoners doing?" Mark heard someone say from behind him. He could practically hear the smirk in the voice. He closed his eyes for a second, counted quickly to ten to calm himself down before turning around, a fake smile on his face.

"Hungry, miserable, just the way you like them." He said, the smile still on his lips, although there was no humor to find. Finn just smirked back.

"Good." Mark turned back around to hide his eye roll. He heard Finn come in closer, looking around at the screens where the prisoners were displayed. Finn looked at them with a approving nod. Mark clenched his teeth. Finn was a real a-hole, evil to the core. Finn Stane, the leader of the group of HYDRA agents here, in the Netherlands. Which was actually very stupid, because he didn't know a single dutch word.

"Ezel," Mark mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?" Finn snapped. Mark smiled, and bowed a little to be over dramatic.

"Nothing, sir. I just admire your work, sir."

Finn eyed him suspiciously.

"Then what does that mean? That word you just mumbled?" he asked, narrowing his  eyes at the  younger man.

"Nothing but respect." Mark said, bowing his head a little out of fake-respect for the jackass in front of him

Like he was going to tell him he'd just called him a donkey.

They stayed like that for a while, Finn puffing  his chest as if his ego couldn't fit in it otherwise. Mark stood beside him, thinking of curse words to call his boss in dutch, until they heard the sounds of gunshots. Finn cursed under his breath, moving the camera's to see armed people fighting their way through the hallways, on their way to the prisoners cells. The so-called 'heroes' killing their guards. Mark just sighed in relief, but used the same tone his boss had as he  mumbled 'eindelijk'. Finally.

He'd been waiting for someone  to break in for years. To finally free the people trapped in here. He had been planning to do it himself but he didn't have enough people on his side to do so, so that was basically hopeless. 

Stane was yelling now, barking orders to some poor guards around him. Armored people were running to the group now, but they were all struck down immediately. Finn hit his fist on the desk in anger, his face red, as more and more people were killed on the screens. 

"I have to do everything in here myself!" He yelled as he grabbed a machine gun from one of the racks and stormed into the halls. Mark just kept his eyes glued on the screen, praying the heroes would succeed.

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Michelle stayed close to Mr. Stark, Peter, Natasha, Bucky, and Steve, while the rest of the team split up in the gigantic building, which had around 150 guards on every corner of the building. She heard the gunshots from the others as they apparently ran into a group of guards. The sounds were on her left and her right and echoed off the walls. She gripped the AS50 Bucky had given her tighter, holding it ready for attack. She loaded the gun, she wasn't really looking forward to this part, since it meant she had to kill people. But if killing bad guys meant she could save her friends, then she would try.

Seemed like that date would have to wait a bit longer...

"Be ready," Steve ordered, his face serious. Michelle looked around the group. Peter's face was hidden behind his mask, but she could see his confident strides as he walked next to Mr. Stark, whose helmet was off, and he was on high alert, but as soon as Steve heard guards coming, a smirk appeared on his face. He looked at her, clapping an armored hand on her shoulder.