Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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The moment the first explosion went off, he heard the sound of Remington Lennon as clear as a day. He was frozen, staring wide eyed but unseeing.
Are you stupid? We have to get out, Fergus, please! There had been explosions when he and Ref had been near the park. The ground had shook when they had hidden behind the bench, trying to shelter each other from the falling debris and the whole god damn world. oh this isn't good, Fergus this is very, very bad situation! But... Is that Hawkeye up there? Holy cow Fergus! I think half of the team is here! Oh my God I- Wait, let's save ourselves and then admire the fact that we saw Iron Man in action.
He never managed to save him.
The images kept rolling and rolling, it was as if Ref was right there again, wearing those dirty clothes and the red bandana that was currently wrapped around Fergus' wrist. Do a card trick, Gus. He flinched, his fingers getting tangled in his ink black hair as he pulled, trying to get himself out of the flashbacks that seemed to come more forcefully whenever a bullet rang in his ears.
I don't-I don't wanna die Gus, help me. There were claws digging into his palms now, until something hard collided with his temple, making his head jolt left, right into the cement wall that made up the bottom half of the Tower. A heavy crack rung in his ears, making him sway for a second. The image of Ref flickered, disappearing completely. "What are you Mongrel doing still standing here?! You fucking dumbass, useless loser! I'd shoot you right here right now if I could! Here, watch the asshole, and don't think for a second it's over, I'm going to kill you after this!" Braxtons accented voice yelled at gobsmacked Fergus as he shoved half conscious Tony Stark towards the tall teen.
Fergus caught the man, keeping him at arms length as he watched Brax turn around and shoot a man right in between his eyes.
As if he had done it before.
When he saw Brax disappearing into the chaos of gunfire, Ashtons too long, strangling limbs and Leah who was a killing machine, Fergus pulled Stark away, dragging the mumbling billionaire along hurriedly. To his surprise, the man wasn't heavy at all, maybe it was the adrenaline.
When he thought he was away from prying eyes, he pushed the man against the stone wall, attaching the Sleepzer onto his suit, it seemed to give him a small electric shock. "Listen, if you wanna stay alive, you have to do something for me." the man's brown eyes were wide and filled with pain. Gone was the guarded, cocky demeanor that seemed to follow him around on TV. But there was the sort of hurt and panic in his eyes, but also something dark, as if old memories were surfacing.
Realizing the man couldn't speak, Fergus reattached the small, circular object, gripping it in his iron grip. If it weren't for Fergus' hands keeping him up, the man would have slid into the ground, out of breath and weak. “Who-who said I am in danger in the first place?”
His patience was running short, and he was still stuck in the day his best mate was killed by Tony Stark. Suddenly a loud crash made them both look back towards the commotion, the gigantic robot man was there again, blowing up parts of the building. “He did. You help me, I help you. Deal or no deal?” Starks brown eyes wee narrowed, his eyes glaring daggers at Axis who kept crushing the agents pouring from the building.
And Fergus was starting to get more and more anxious, the bullet rain, Axis, Tony Stark... It was happening all over again, and he didn't want to be there when it all went to hell. “I don't do minor favours, but I'm curious, what does the Villain Jr want?” his tone was light again as he dragged his eyes away from Axis who had yet to notice them. Does he ever take anything seriously?
“Throw me as far and hard as you can, I doubt it but if anyone should ask, tell them all I'm dead. Killing seems to be your forte, Stark.” the words came out more bitter then he intended to, and the shorter man, who wa now standing up on his own, seemed to take great offence by those words. “I don't kill innocents, no matter what people say.”
Fergus couldn't believe the situation he was in, he was supposed to deliver Stark to Axis, but in reality he wanted Stark to fake-kill him. And yet they were just conversing while Lennons were shooting down agents and guards alike, probably wondering where the hell was Fergus.
“You had no problem killing my brother, why should fake-killing bother you at all?” his hands were balled into fists, Tony eyes were compassionate. And not ocnr did he seem to be worried about the crazy twins or Axis. “Look, kid.”
“I'm going to—” he suddenly saw something grey and metallic flash near him, when he turned, all he saw was a red star as hard blow was deliver onto his side, making him fly a couple of feet back. All air left his lungs as he pressed his eyes shut, falling limp in a daze. “Hey! We were just starting to get along Metallica!”
The ground shook again, a grenade exploding in between Fergus and Stark.
He couldn't hear anything as he was heavily blown on his side, he felt the ammo dug into his side, an ugly reminder of what was hidden in his pockets. Something warm trickled down his upper lip, his lungs burning and head throbbing.
The ground shook again as he blinked, his eyes fluttering shut for a mere second but he forced himself to stand up. He leaned on the wall, his legs like jelly. Now or never, don't make the same mistake twice.
Fergus, half blind and with ringing ears, kept walking, and walking, and walking... The streets near the Tower had been evacuated, no people.
But he kept going and going and going. But he was so tired, he was hurt, he was a mess. And his hands were shaking, of course they were.
He slipped into an alleyway, curling up behind a row of dumpsters. His green eyes were wide as he pressed his back against the rough wall, his hands pulled close against his chest.
It's just shock, its just shock, its just shock Fergus... Its just shock.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, but at some point, the explosions stopped, and the sound of sirens took their place instead. The streets filled up with people again, and the life went on. The darkness fell over the city in the form of a black night.
But Fergus was still stuck on this one day that kept running through his mind. It was a nightmare, and it kept haunting him.
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Yeah, sort of a short chapter, sorry! But don't forget to leave here your thoughts and theories, would love to hear 'em.
