Bobbie carried the branches out from the densely wooded area and near the large, blue tinted metal hexagon that is the base of this crazy organization. "This stuff will burn fast, but it'll smoke like crazy. Chances are someone will come to inspect which will give us an opening to the main point of entry," Bobbi explains as she piles down the light wood branches into a pile.
Clint shrugged, wasn't bad. "Okay. Thor, light her up."
"Hey!" Bobbi shouted over them, holding her hand out. Thor slowly drew his arm back, but still held his hammer tightly. "Am I the only one that realizes that random lighting raining down in broad, blue skied, daylight is a bad idea?" Both of the men in questioned looked at each other and merely shrugged. Bobbi sighed. "It's pretty conspicuous."
Clint held out his hands with a sly grin. "Fine, fine. Do it your way then." Bobbie rolled her eyes, yet got to work on sparking the dry wood. Thor whispered, actually whispered, to Clint while her head was down.
"I do no understand why you continue to harassing the maiden," Thor voices, lightly. Clint breathes in once before answering. He's not annoyed or angry with Thor. He doesn't know these kinds of tactics.
"I think she has an alternate agenda," Clint whispers, softly back. And now Thor is confused. How could the way a lady set's up a fire have anything to do with her betraying them? Then the demi-god thinks a bit more in depth; she was more than concerned about them staying hidden. Her plan was surprisingly well thought out, almost pre-planned it seemed.
"Either she's really that good, or she's trying to play us into a trap right now," Said Clint and Thor makes a mental note to stay alert.
"That should do it," Bobbi declared, taking several steps back. "Now all we have to do is wait."
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"Come on, Pep. One more, just one more." Pepper rocked forward, still griping Tony's hand and pushed one last time to deliver their baby.
The midwife grinned as she scooped up the tiny infant. The infant wailed and it easily over-powered his mothers cries. "Congratulations. It's a boy," the cheery midwife announced.
Tony, himself, didn't even know what to do in that moment. He simply watched as the nurses and midwifes hurried to clean and examine the baby. A few minutes later one of the nurses handed Tony the healthy baby boy. And then Tony was even more confused. He looked helplessly about the room and his gaze happened to stop on Steve.
"Just be sure to support his head...Yup, just like that," Steve said happily as he gently re-positioned Tony's arms. Pepper grinned and cried at the sight of it.
"I thought you didn't like being handed things," she joked, wetly through a mirth of on coming tears. Tony simply smiled and shook his head.
"This time I can definitely make an exception." Looking down at the tiny baby squirm in his arms, with his big grey eyes and dark, raven, strait hair. Tony could barely believe it. This was it. The baby was his, his son. Tony won't admit that he actually cried that day.
A little while later a nurse came in with a clip-board and birth certificate form. "Can I have his full name please?"
"Connor, Rhodes, Stark," Pepper listed happily and the nurse nearly dropped her clip-board.
"Stark? As in Anthony and Pepper-"
"Yup," Tony said, popping the 'p' nonchalantly.
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"You know your way around her surprisingly well," Clint noted, trying not to sound bitter or obvious. "Guess that's comes in handy on our part."
Bobbi shrugged as she led them down the halls. "You get used to it when you spend a lot of time here on a job."
"Must've been one helluva job. I mean, this place is loaded," Clint mused as he looked about the 'weapon's stocked warehouse'. There was enough fire power in here to take Manhattan down here. Clint would know, he was there when others had tried. But it did worry him that some seemingly new organization was able to acquire this much tech and hardware with in such a sort time span. It did raise suspicion. Too much actually.
"As much as I would like to take credit for all of this, it wasn't all me." Bobbi then stopped in her tracks again to give Thor a recap on the whole stealth thing.
"I'm just saying that you must have a had a pretty well paying gig here," Clint whispered, as he was not in the mood to be lectured by Bobbi again.
Bobbi shrugged casually a second time. "Good enough, I guess. It puts some cash in your pocket."
"Ya know, you got a pretty nice gig with us too." And then Bobbi stopped in her tracks again and Thor was prepared to be scolded, but instead Bobbi set her attention solely on Clint. She crossed her arms in attempt to look impartial.
"You've got to be joking," she mildly stammered. "I'm not exactly in the mood to be someone's beck and call lackey." Clint suppressed a smirk and looked the mercenary dead on.
"And what is it exactly that you're doing now?" He shot back with no hesitation.
"Just making a living," she stated smoothly, even though she wanted to punch the cocky archer where it hurt. Yes, she was a mercenary. Yes, she did change sides. Often. But the point was she was still in control of all of that. She still had the freedom to rule her own life.
"Trust me, you're only getting the routine deal here," chided Clint. "I bet the guy running this joint already's let someone take your seat." And as the three approached the Throne Room Clint couldn't help but grin at the sight of the little Asian girl seated next to the shadowed man. "Well, I guess I was dead on the money," he whispered quietly. "Come find me if you want some real interesting work."
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"That is very interesting, my dear," the Watcher muses at the antics of his new pet. The seer smiles and continues to elaborate.
"But the most powerful of them is still yet to come," she says excitedly to her master, while making wild gestures with her hands. The eccentric seer continues to babble on and on about the future legacy of the Avengers themselves. "In a total there will be six boys and six girls all born of the legendary heroes of this world."
"Hm, twelve obstacles and twelve prizes." The seer looked curiously up at the Watcher. He continued to ask her questions of these legendary children that she had foretold him of. He seemed more and more fascinated by the second of her visions and tales of them. "They will all be powerful and skilled beyond that of any human. They will be above the people around them." The seer knit her thin, dark brows in confusion.
"Sir, you speak as though these children won't even be..human," the seer affirmed, quietly. The Watched made no sign of his intention to comment. Instead he simply said something quite surprising aloud.
"Come out from your hiding place. Yes, I know where you all are Heroes of Midguard."
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Welp! That's about it for this chapter. The next chapter will pretty much conclude this story!....unless I decide to write an epilogue.- Anyways! If you liked this chapter, be sure to click that little star in the corner to welcome baby Connor Stark to the M.U!
(M.U= Marvel Universe. If you didn't know what that meant, well, then you probably shouldn't have even read this fanfiction in the first place. XD)
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