Chapter 29

The Fastest Man Alive

Chapter 29

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FURY – Too Old For This Shit

He was getting too old for this shit; Fury thought as he walked into his apartment. He had a six-hour opening to get some rest, and he was going to take it. Although: when he opened the door, Fury was not expecting who was there waiting on him.

It was late, and he only had time for a nap, not the time for this: right in front of Fury was his sister sitting in his lazy boy like a queen in her court.

“Well well well,”

“J, I just completed a fifty-six-hour shift and only have so much time to myself. What is the issue.” Fury asked as he removed his trench coat while also checking his security. And of course, she created a ghost zone around her chair he thought to himself.

“I heard about that mission you sent my Benny on,” Stated Judith as she watched Fury from her location.

Shit, how did she get that information? It was classified level 8 and up due to its supernatural nature.

“Look, Judith, he was the only power asset I had available.”

“My son is no one’s asset, Nicky!” Judith screamed back at him.

“Sis, people were going missing, someone had to look into it.” Fury spoke as he rubbed his forehead while taking a seat across from his sister.

“Hell no! Don’t you dare use that excuse with me, Nicky. I know for a fact that this shit wasn’t even on your radar until that council member’s family went missing. I told you once before Nicky S.H.I.E.L.D. will never be anything other than those rich fool’s attack dogs. This is why I left in the first place.”

Fury couldn’t dismiss that statement because there were more American billionaires on the council seats than those of any other Nations so of course, SHIELD had to toe the line, but it’s not like he had any choice. There were things that he had to do to make sure that he kept the earth safe.

“Look, sis, I can’t promise you it won’t happen again, but the kid did good work.”

“Of course, he did good work. He is my son after all; listen, Nicky, I don’t need you pulling Ben into your mess. He already has enough on his plate, and with his upcoming plans, I don’t need his attention dragged away with your bullshit.” Judith stated as she got up from her seat.

“Look J I’m…. Thanks for looking after my daughter for me.” Fury stated as he made his way towards his bar. He didn’t even look to see the nod of confirmation from his sister. All Fury knew was that he needed a drink, but when he opened the bar. Fury wanted to cry, his one-hundred-year-old bourbon and all the good scotch was gone. All that was left in its place was a note.

Your doctor says it’s bad for your health and I’m happy to deal out justice so deal with it. -J

Fury couldn’t for the life of him figure out when she even figured out his doctor. Hell, he was sure that no one knew about his last check-up. Fuck, Fury guessed the only thing he was going to get tonight was some sleep.

[Nebraska – Location Classified]

Natasha and her team were laying in wait for a passing convoy of meta-human hunter teams. Alfred had come to her a week ago with red flags about one of the extremist teams Ben had red-flagged in the Black servers.

These weren’t like the U-men that Ben had a vendetta against, but these ‘Friends of Humanity’ as they called themselves were as bad as the others Natasha thought to herself. From the reports that Alfred had sent her, they had a goal to round up any meta-human and to kill them. With the word going around about their killing meta-humans, Natasha wasn’t going to let them get back to their lair.

Natasha was also aware that the group was trying to gain the senate’s approval to create some sort of meta-human registration act. Natasha was trying to avoid that by killing the leaders at all costs because she knew if and when Ben learned of this. He would fall on these guys like Thor’s hammer and ruin his reputation since he lacked all kinds of subtlety at all.

“Widow, the prey is within the kill zone.” One of the Zero squad members spoke over the comms.

“On my mark lets pin them down. Make sure that you don’t hit the prisoners. Storm, I want those choppers down with the first sign of gunfire. Wolverine, be prepared to hunt down any that slip the fence.”

“Copy,” Storm spoke into the comms.

“Roger,” Wolverine growled out.

Natasha almost chuckled at that, but this was a combat situation, and even though her time with Ben and her family has curved her edge, Natasha’s blade has never dulled and has become shaper to protect this small slice of life that she had claimed for herself.

Natasha watched as the convoy slowly filled out the kill zone: there were four heavy-duty trucks within the convoy. Each of the trucks are old military vehicles sold at auction, The back tarp was repaired, and the truck was recently repainted with the fresh grey and green camo colors.

They had three Huey helicopters flying overhead; also in the same grey and green camo colors. With the last truck pulling into the kill zone and the last heli pulling overhead, it was time to put all her targets down.

“In 3….2…1 Mark!”

BOOM!

The choppers went down, while the engines within the trucks were shot out with the heavy-duty B.M.G. set on a hill doing overwatch.

Natasha moved swiftly like a tiger hunting down her prey. This was a solid black mission, and none would be left alive beside those rescued. She was on the first person that came barreling out of the truck, he never saw Natasha coming, and it wasn’t because she was currently invisible.

Natasha had to admit to herself hunting with her powers made her far more dangerous than any of the serums that they gave her back in the red room. They never saw her coming. The first guy lost his head to her blade while the second guy behind the trucks steering wheel lost his head to her silenced pistol.

With the spray of blood, everyone turned in her direction, but Natasha was already under the truck ready for another group of assailants. With a flip one of her legs, she lashed out for another guard hanging off the side of one of the trucks. With her third-person down, it was time for more hunting but, sadly, she had to find her fight somewhere else because her Zero team had already taken them out.

That should have upset her but being able to take out three herself while each of her team took down one each was okay. What she was more worried about was the hostage situation within the back of the trucks.

[Ororo – Wind Walker / Nature’s Beauty / Gaia’s Chosen]

Ororo was alive within her domain of the air, and she was finally out doing her part to help protect meta-human kind. She always thought Charles’ view and stance was nice, but it was far too passive for her taste. Now, Ororo was out in the air taking down these bigots with her gleeful attacks, and ohh was she attacking.

Ororo then evaded the round of bullets fired in her direction and returned fire with a bolt of her lightning. With another push of her hands, Ororo shot lightning out of her fingers, blowing out the engine of the Huey as it burst into a ball of flames. A smile on her face, her next aim was for the other Huey turning as it tried to run away.

“You shall not escape the hands of justice today,” Ororo yelled out as she commanded hurricane-force winds to blast down, crushing the propellers of the escaping Huey. With a twist in the air Ororo went to chase down the last of her prey.

The last huey was flying low over the forest as it attempted to escape from the kill zone, but Ororo was not going to let it escape this night. No, she was going to stalk it down silently like a panther in the night. Ororo dodged the trees left and right as she made her way silently under the Huey.

With her lips set in a thin line, Ororo shot out her hand as she poured her lightning forth, taking down the Huey. Then as the huey came crashing out of the sky, Ororo brought down another hurricane-force wind, crushing and blasting the wreckage to bits as she made sure there were no survivors.

“Widow all birds are down,” Ororo spoke into her comms as she flew back towards the firefight.

“Good, come back, Storm. We have already settled the issue here.” Spoke up Natasha from the other side of the comms unit.

“How many Widow?” Ororo asked as she floated her way up above the treeline.

“One truck had five, and the other truck had seven,” Natasha replied over the comms knowing what Ororo wanted.

“I’m on my way back, our ride out of here should already be on its way with the sound of the first crash.

Robert Drake – Iceboy

Robert Drake hated the week that he was currently experiencing with an extreme passion that he couldn’t even get it into words. This was supposed to be his summer of escape and fun, but his parents sent him away to summer camp, or was it more his father’s forceful nature?

His parents knew how much he hated to go to that camp since he was eleven, but now that he was reaching his eighteenth birthday, Robert wanted nothing to do with going back. Things got worse for Robert when he woke up in the dead of night due to his shivering while sleeping in one of the camp bunk beds.

When he woke up, the bed Robert was sleeping on was frozen solid through and through. The bed didn’t even wait for him to get off of it before it broke into pieces and woke up the other occupants of his sleeping quarters. After that, he was kicked out of the camp for being a meta-human.

Robert had to go back home to suffer through his shitty father’s abuse. But, with his newfound powers, he didn’t want to be known as the freak back at school. So he packed what he could in his bag and left to catch a bus heading for New York. Robert wanted to make his way to Salem, but he was captured before he could even make it out of his home town.

That was what pissed Robert off more than anything about all this if he could only figure out how he used his ice. Robert believed he wouldn’t have been caught, he told himself. They came for him while his back was turned at one of the bathroom stalls. The only thing that he could remember from the encounter was the odd tobacco smell that hit him before the needle pierced his skin.

Robert woke up in complete darkness with the sound of booms overhead. When his body jerked though from the displaced, sudden disorientation; Robert found himself chained down to the floor, hardpoint in front of him. What got Roberts focus though was the sound of gunfire from the guards and the sound of booms from a distance.

Robert took this chance to escape, with his eyes closed Robert called back to the chill he felt that night. What he gained was a calming breeze flowing over his skin, and when he opened his eyes, Robert found that his body was all ice. Robert wanted to yell out with excitement on the discovery of the activation of his powers. Though with that one guard at the back of the truck, he had to keep his voice down.

With a little more push, He was able to freeze over the chains that kept him locked down to the floor of the truck. But before he could do anything else, another one of the prisoners yelled out for him to unlock their chains next. With a curse, Robert held his hand up in front of him as the guard turned around, while he was guarding himself though, Roberts’s hand shot out ice hitting the guard in the middle of his chest.

Robert looked down at his hands in amazement as he was now able to shoot ice. Oh, this was going to be fun! Robert thought as he started to go for the chains tying down the rest of the prisoners like himself.

When Robert had broken the rest of their shackles, he began to lead his escapes towards the exit, but before he could open the flaps, they were pushed wide open. Standing at the back of the truck were the most stunning women Robert had ever laid eyes on. Granted he wasn’t certain of where he stood on his current sex life, but the mixture of stunning figures at the back was breathtaking even to him.

“Come on, the ride out of here is incoming,” Stated the White-haired one as she helped the younger kids out, but what gave Robert pause was the red-headed one.

Robert knew that look alright, she was eyeing him, but he almost didn’t notice her from her standing behind the lady rounding up the kids. He couldn’t figure out why she was looking at him that way until he looked down at his hands and realized that he was still in his all ice mode. With a thought, he was able to release the hold that he had on the feeling he summoned to use his powers.

“Good, now how about you come and meet the rest and tell us more about yourself,” The redhead told him as she ushered him out of the confines of the truck. The sense of danger that had his chest feeling constricted was ebbing away and gave him a sense of relief.

When he was finally able to get out of the truck, Robert found himself surrounded by quite a few people, but what drew his eye was the lady standing at the side with six arms. From around one corner, Robert watched as a man came walking into sight wearing an all back suit; from the words, he heard his name was Wolverine.

He still felt eyes on his back, but before he could ask any questions, he heard a loud screech from overhead. When Robert looked up, he noticed a sleek black jet landing on the grass to the left side.

He had no clue what he wanted to do, but with the way things were going, Robert knew that going with them is the only option at this point.

[Nondescript Party]

Gwen was currently on a date night attending some strange college party for which Jean was able to get them an invite. They had both wanted to wait for Ben. But, with his earlier call letting them know he would be back home soon, Jean had asked him if he was going to make it back to attend the party.

Ben had declined: telling them that he was currently busy, but once he was finished, he wanted to show them what he was working on. Although: it did strike her as funny when he told Jean to take her out and that she, too, should have a great time. Ben had the gall to mention that she was spending far too much time in her lab as if he wasn’t the one pulling half a month enclosed in his own.

Jean began laughing at them as they went back and forth over the comms line which was not helpful at all, but since she was now out with Jean, Gwen guessed it was a moot point. Allen had dropped them off at the party not too long ago and went to park somewhere out of the way.

With all that out of her mind, Gwen decided to just enjoy the night with her girlfriend. Jean was wearing such a tight pair of jeans that if she bent over too much, the seams would rip along the sides.

Jean wore a leather jacket that covered a tight shirt that would have her nipples standing out if she didn’t have any coverings. Jean’s hair was in a warrior braid, hanging down past her shoulder blades. Her eyebrows were nicely arched with an amber shade of makeup.

Gwen wore a set of ripped jeans with a matching leather corset, a sleeveless jacket that gave her already substantial bust an extra perk in the heart-shaped opening. To Gwen, this was now one of her favorite new shirts with the way it fit her frame.

Gwen was looking like a tall, long-legged bombshell going out with her equally hot red-headed girlfriend, but she couldn’t put aside the feeling that Jean was hiding something about this party from her.

The reason Gwen was feeling that way was due to the fact Jean was looking around the party. It was like Jean was searching for someone. Gwen knew that look and could tell that Jean was using her telepathic abilities to search for someone in particular. The look on Jean’s face gave Gwen pause, and she wanted in on the action immediately.

“Jean, I know you’re up to something, dish now or I won’t do that thing with my tongue you like so much,” Gwen whispered as she backed her girlfriend up against a wall as the party thrummed around them.

“Oh, I don’t know what you’re talking about Gwen,” Jean replied as she placed an arm around Gwen’s waist, pulling her in.

“I know you’re looking for someone because of that distracted look you have on your face. So tell me, and I can make it worth your time,” Whispered Gwen as she nibbled on Jean’s ear, gaining a soft moan from her girlfriend.

Gwen knew her temptation was working on Jean. From the slight flush on her face to the way her eyes locked on her own during that brief teasing. Though even with the teasing Jean didn’t break and give up who they had come to the party to find.

Before Gwen could capitalize, Jean was distracted by a passing platinum blonde walking by with a red-headed guy. Jean’s eyes were following the platinum blonde like a bird of prey on her target.