Hello from the other side! This week we’ve got an awesome new chapter of my MCU Fan fiction. You can check out the previous chapters here. 😀
“Dammit!” Tony Stark just dropped his piña colada. “F.R.I.DA.Y, make me another one, please.”
“Yes, Sir,” answered the system, with her Irish accent. “Oh and by the way, Sir, before I forget…”
“The Avengers emergency beacon has been activated.”
“What the hell did you just say!?!?”
“Sir, should I trace it?”
“Sir, it is being activated from… the S.H.I.E.L.D base in Alaska.”
“Send the CCTV feed to the mark 46 armor, please.”
“Yes, Sir. Downloading data… Copying data… sending data… you should have it now.” Tony put on his mark 46 and he saw the base full of Loki illusions.
“A skype call has been made from that base to the one in Texas. It has been recorded. Should I play the recording, Sir?”
I want exactly half of you to come to the base I am currently at. I will then go to take over a third base and then a third of you will go there. Understood? Yes, master. Good.
Tony was horrified. “I want you to call the following people: Thor Odinson, Stephen Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton.”
“Yes, Sir. Oh, and, Sir.”
“Your piña colada is ready.”
“Just put in a fridge, please.”
Agents Barton, Romanoff, Hunter, Morse and Hill were still in the warehouse. They eventually found a huge crate with what they were looking for.
“Okay. We have what we need. Now it’s time to get the hell out of here!” ordered Maria Hill. But just as she said that a few dozen armed Hydra agents entered the room.
“Put your hands up, everybody! We do not want a bloodbath. We just want you to leave that crate and surrender yourselves.” said one of the Hydra guys.
“What if we don’t do that?” asked Lance Hunter. Hydra ignored him.
“You have 3 seconds to make your choice. Do you prefer a bullet in your face or just handcuffs on your wrists. 3…2…1…”
“We choose neither,” said Clint Barton.
“Open fire.” The Hydra agents were clearing their entire magazines. But this was a huge warehouse. Clint, Natasha, Lance, Barbara and Maria could easily hide behind some crates and shelves. Eventually, a few stray shots hit the crate that they were after. The crate slowly began to open.
“Damn it! He’s coming out of the crate!” exclaimed one of the Hydra agents. But it was too late for them. Deathlock came out and absolutely kicked their asses.
“Thanks, mate!” said Lance to Deathlock.
“Who the bloody hell are you!?!?” demanded Natasha pointing a handgun at him.
“My name is Mike Peterson. I have this centipede thingy-mabob in my arm and it makes me really strong. When I get too angry, I blow up and kill everyone around me. But don’t worry, I’m with S.H.I.E.L.D. Hydra kept me locked away in this stupid warehouse.”
“I fought alongside Gods, billionaires in suits, giant rage monsters, Stars ‘n Stripes with shields, speedsters, witches, military guys in suits and military guys with wings. What makes you any different?” asked Clint. Deathlock looked at him.
“The thing that makes me different from them is the fact that I’m not an attention seeker. I will get the job done and I don’t go to press conferences to boast about it. Everyone knows about the Avengers, but over 99% of Americans have no idea who I am.”
“We need your help,” said Maria Hill.
“Will I get to kick some ass.”
“Yes, most likely.”
“Then in that case, I’m in.” Just then Barton and Romanoff got a call from F.R.I.D.A.Y.
“Hello, Avenger. Mister Anthony Stark would like you to show up at the following coordinates in exactly 4 hours. 58º 18′ N, 134º 25′ W. This is very important. “