Creation

Devastation

This chapter is an entry for the Round 5 of Fanfic Bootcamp.

Fandom : The Avengers (Hawkeye)

Unlike me, troubles don't seem to know when to retire.

"What's this, Natasha?" I asked curiously, glancing around the vast wheat field. "You want some cereal?"

She slapped my upper arm harshly, casting me an alerting look. "You saw what the TVs are frantic about."

Someone's not in a laughable mood.

"Yeah. Bloody asphalts and stacking corpses. Gross."

"Avengers reported, so far, those people didn't realize their actions, since they barely responded when they're called or mentioned. They're like incomplete zombies, just undead."

Is it possibly brain control? Who would've developed and implemented it on a worldwide mass? How could it spread? And why aren't we infected?

Those questions poured out of my mouth as soon as Nat stopped talking. Unfortunately, she can answer none. She said this field is the key for those locked mysteries.

"Our satellite screens at the New Avengers Facility showed unidentified signal from this field. Tony, being a bustling man he is, asked us to investigate."

"Otherworldly signal?"

"No. But advanced enough. The creator must've been as..."

"Insane as Tony?" I joked, earning another slap from her.

The wheat stalks reached our shoulders as we passed the narrow manmade path. Nat revealed a tracking device from her jacket—another Tony's invention, presumably.

"So... How many unaffected countries left?"

"Six. All remote countries with not much people, including the one we're at. And," a shrill beep from the device interrupted her. Tony, within his iron mask, appeared on a part of the palm-sized screen.

"You should revise it to five. Singapore's been hit."

His news stopped us midways, tensed as we rooted on our spots.

"The aftermath to this disaster, the remaining funeral owners will be billionaires, like me." I could imagine him smirking nonchalantly behind that flat mask. "Breaking news' over. Anyway, have you found something?"

Nat shook her head briefly, a solemn expression on her face. "This is getting ridiculous. Who might've done this?"

"Someone. Or some group of psychopathic maniacs. Do a live report when you're there, okay?" And the connection severed one-sidedly, returning the screen to its original state.

We're getting closer to the blinking red dot.

Nat exhaled heavily as she clutched the device tautly. She allowed me to walk ahead of her since my eyes are better than hers.

No offense. There's a reason they codenamed me Hawkeye.

"Stop. Turn right." And we swerved right, through another crowd of stalks. Getting nearer to our target makes me nervous, and I readied my bow, just in case.