INERTIA ↠ AVENGERS FANFIC

TEN- GOODBYES: PART ONE

FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS!

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Now that the weapons are disabled, us good guys have a fighting chance. I'm back of the battlefield, swinging my swords in hopes of Kree genocide. Let's just say I'm not a friendly face to them right now, which is understandable considering I just killed their war leader.

Part of me is happy I killed Yon, but a small part of me mourns. He was family, he was blood, and perhaps I didn't appreciate that enough. I like to think people don't change, but I didn't even give him that chance. It's not like he deserved it though.

But most of me is just mad. Mad that I got stuck with a shit family, and mad that I was the one that actually had to do something about it. It's probably a good thing though, one less Yon-Rogg roaming the universe is better for everyone.

So I take out my anger on the seemingly endless supply of invaders, the Avengers in my midst. Thor is a few feet to my right, and after we kill the Kree in our area he turns to me. "Are those the Swords of Catari?" he asks, trying to get a better look.

"Yeah," I show off. "Pretty sweet, right?"

Thor shakes his head. "Those have been missing from Asgard's vault for years."

"Uh... no comment," I cover up, trying not to sound suspicious as my mind flies back to the person who gave me these swords.

"If you two have time to hold an actual conversation, we're pretty overpowered right now."

I look over to where Tony and the rest are and see that he was telling the truth, the remaining Avengers were getting their asses kicked by solders. I wipe the concern off my face and turn back to Thor. "Toodle-loo!" I send him a wave as I bolt back to where the rest of the Kree are, sending jolts of speed-generated lightning to the foes.

"Thanks," blood-smeared Romanoff heaves.

I hold my hand out to help her up. "We're not done yet," I reassure, eyeing the many standing Kree soldiers with animosity.

A loud thud rings from my left side, as the Hulk does his job. I'm a fan of the savage.

"Going a bit heavy with the violence there Bruce?" I cheekily ask and the beast turns to me.

"No Banner only Hulk!" he rages, ripping a Kree soldier in half, decorating the surrounding area (and out faces) with blue blood.

"Noted," I say, surprised.

The fighting goes on like this for what seems like hours until all that is left is a massive pile of dead Kree and a team of heroes standing triumphant.

Well Rogers, Thor and I are standing, and the others are slumped tiredly against a rock. Romanoff just got Bruce back, who's rambling on about how he killed so many innocent people, and oh, did they have children? Poor families, broken apart...

"They're not people," I cut in, eager for Mad Scientist to shut up. "They're sociopathic power-mercenaries and they got what they deserved. Every last one. So grow a pair, shut the fuck up, and accept in this line of work people need to die. We're lucky that none of us died, and are fine for the most part. I'm going to deal with the bodies." I can feel my fuse burning,  anyone else who tries me today is not gonna like the result. "Help would be appreciated!" I impatiently yell over my shoulder.

I have a plan for the dead Kree, pack them all back up and send the ship back to Hala. Show the Intelligence that the scepter is not for the taking, and there is in fact a force that can beat the Kree.

"Hey, you alright?" I turn to see Spandex behind me, lugging bodies like I am.

"Fine," I answer bluntly, tossing a Kree to the floor of the ship a lot harder than I probably should.

Rogers can tell I'm upset, but he's actually being considerate and doesn't push any further. Respect.

"Alright, well, if you need anyone to talk to..." I walk away from him before he can finish. Sure, the offers nice and whatever, but if you can't tell I'm not a person who openly talks about feelings.

We continue heaving bodies in silence, Thor joins in after a minute. All the humie Avengers are too tired, and frankly I'm way to exhausted to use my powers.

Romanoff and Clint tried to help, but Rogers sent them back to the Quinjet to get some rest, we'd be there soon.

"You actually know ho to fly this thing?"

"Better than anyone," I mumble. 

After all bodies are on board, Hammer Time goes back to the jet as well, leaving me and Rogers pacing the body-lined hallways to send the ship back to Hala. After some time with the main computer, I set its course back for the demon planet.

But I can't leave the ship, not yet. I locate a pen and paper and begin scribbling a note with Rogers watching over my shoulder.

Thou Holy One, Ruler of Rulers, All-Supreme Intelligence,
     I'm writing this to you from C-53. Your mission was unsuccessful, so much so that all your troops have seemingly died. Sorry about that. I know you want the scepter, but face the facts, it's not yours and it never will be. By the way, this is Zar-Rogg, remember me? I know, I know, you thought I died, but I'm very much alive.
     Just how far will you go to get what you really want? I hope not too far, because frankly I never want to see another Kree in my life.
     So I leave you with this thought, though you might not know what it means. Fuck you, you pompous douche-bag. Fuck you and fuck all the Kree leeches living under your dictatorship.
     See you later, fucktard dimwit! Hopefully not though.
          -Zar-Rogg

I fold the note up nicely and place it somewhere I'm sure someone will find it.

"Zar-Rog?" Rogers teases.

"Shut up Rogers, it's a stupid Kree name."

Spangles nods honorably. "Call me Steve."