INERTIA ↠ AVENGERS FANFIC

TWO- ESCAPE

HI! MY NAME IS...

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"What?" asked Fury, seemingly taken aback about how I could request such a simple thing for such prize information.

"One condition, though. They must be from Dunkin' Donuts." I say.

"And how do I know you'll tell me the truth?" Fury asks.

"Well, I'll probably be stuck in a cell for the rest of my life. You're bound to find out the basics, and I'd rather just tell you myself."

Now now, I know what you're thinking. But I'll have you know I've thought this through. If I get the donuts, and they are indeed from Dunkin', I will know we are on the ground and I'm good to go anytime. Besides, I don't mind answering a few questions. And I do plan to be honest. What they do with that information is a future Zara problem.

"Any three questions?" Fury says skeptically.

This is a master plan.

"Any three questions," I confirm.

Fury uncrosses his arms. "I'll be back in 10 minutes."

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Guess what? It's 10 minutes later and he's back. I can see the packaging as he slides the food through the slot, it is indeed Dunkin' Donuts. I march over to where the snacks are, pick them up off the tray, and sit back where I was before.

"It's time for you to keep up your end of the bargain."

"Sure thing. But remember, you only have three questions. Ask wisely."

Fury wastes no time. "What's your name?"

"Zara Keaton," I answer, to which Fury raises an eyebrow. "Have someone on your team check it if you don't believe me."

Fury sits down on a chair, yet remains intimidating. "How'd you get your abilities?" Fury asks in a serious manner.

Damn. I was hoping he wouldn't ask this. "Plane crash," I remark with the same deadbeat tone. Technically I'm not lying, but Nicky doesn't need to know the whole truth.

"Is that all I'm getting?"

"Yes, unless you want me to lie. I'm very good at it."

He still seems intrigued. "Who gave you these powers? The Red Room? Centipede?"

If I answer that, my cover is blown. "One last question, are you sure you want that to be it?"

This shuts him up nicely before he proceeds to his last question. "Tell me, Zara, have you at any point in your life been associated with Hydra?"

"Jesus Christ, Fury. I may be a sociopathic assassin but I'm not a Nazi," I say. "Hydra wishes they were me."

Fury sighs. He totally wasted that question and he knows it. I'm not complaining though, I've made good on my terms.

"Hydra can't compete with a force like me. I could squash them in a second. The only thing they have going for them is the Winter Soldier, and he's been dormant the last couple years anyway. Which is disappointing, he did some great work."

"You are a repulsive human being." Not going to deny that. "And you will spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell."

I stand up, making a grand gesture of stretching my arms and cracking my knuckles. "See the thing is, I'm not," I say, phasing through the glass so I'm standing about a meter in front of Fury. "I can do this thing, where I go through solid objects. Cool, isn't it? Anyways, I'm going to leave." By the end of my monologue, Fury has his gun raised, but I speed away before he can shoot.

Getting off of here is definitely important, but I have one stop fist. Doctor Bruce Banner.

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Arriving at Dr. Banner's lab (which took a while to find, this place is huge), I can see him hunched over his desk, trying to catch something. There's a beaker suspended in mid air, considering I'm still in super-speed. I walk to it, pick it up, and slow down, everything returning to its normal pace.

The sight of me registers in his mind as he shrieks. I hand the beaker back to him. "Be a bit more careful next time," I suggest.

Bruce gulps in fear as he clutches the sides of the lab table. "A-are you here to hurt me?" he asks in a scared voice.

People these days, thinking everything is about them. "Relax, I'm not here for you," I snide.

"The o-other guy?"

I scrunch my nose and shake my head. "No, not even him. You're more than just the Hulk, Banner. You're a pretty smart scientist. You managed to create these." I snatch the power dampening cuffs off his desk, and catch a confused look on his face.

I take off from his lab and run out of the helicarrier into the cold, dark night.