FLAME ON!!: //Assembly//
dailybugleparker:
iron-liver:
Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he was in no mood for interruption.
“Gentlemen. Ladies. I’ve called you here…
Peter, who had been spending most of the meeting trying to get his emotions under control, turned when Johnny placed a hand on his shoulder. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Johnny was willing to help him out, but the fact that he was willing to go as far as risking death spoke volumes to him. Slowly he walked up to the head of the table, the gold and red shining under the fluorescent lights. It was a rare thing for Peter to speak up like this, but this was something that he had partially initiated. Because of this, he felt it necessary to explain himself to the team.
“Guys…..” He began, swallowing the massive lump in his throat. He had to keep his emotions under control, and it was becoming harder now that he was facing the entire team. “I feel like I dragged you into this. I was so freaked out when Clint died, and then when I found out HOW he died, it was just the last straw for me. I was so filled with hate that I wanted to kill Loki, and even Tony. But it’s because you guys cared enough to wonder what I was doing that I’m here with you instead of out there committing some kind of unspeakable horror. I’ll be honest, I haven’t felt that much hate since the symbiote, and I don’t want to repeat that.”
He paused, crafting his words carefully before he continued on. “Clint was my mentor here with the Avengers. He was the one who put me through training, and I want nothing more than to avenge his death and make Loki suffer. I can’t do that alone. Last time I did something like that, I killed a man for a crime he didn’t commit.” He said, turning his gaze to Steve now. “You were a hero to my Uncle Ben. I want to see that hero in action, and I would be honored to hear anything you have to say.”
His blue eyes glisten a little as he listens to Peter speak from the heart. Above all else that’s one of the things next to his unbreakable optimism that he appreciated about ‘Pete, he…much like Steve, was just a good, honest person inside. The last few months have been rough on Captain Rogers, dealing with suddenly awakening in the modern era, the feeling of alienation, the missing hours from his life, the loss of old friends, and the all out battle he had with a man he still calls his best friend. His eyes have always told a story, one of stern determination and unwavering loyalty to what he believes in, but there has always been a sorrow hiding within them ever since his arrival in the time of The Avengers. Losing a friend is never easy, not even for a soldier…not even for a super soldier. Clint Barton had always had glaring personality differences when it came to Steve, but they still got along and confided in one another. Clint had taken him around NYC one weekend, with no ulterior motive but just to be a good friend to him, so he wouldn’t feel as lonely as he often does. Steve was always willing to give him training and tactical advice as well, and fairly often, he learned some things right back from Clint. He now worries he may never get to do any of these things again. Yet another part of him is missing.
“Thank you, Peter. Well—” he seems to struggle with his words at this very moment, much the same. ”I felt a lot of what you felt. I was angry. At the world. I was angry enough with Loki to begin planning an all out invasion of Asgard in response, but I quickly realized the repercussions of what that could mean for us, and the rest of the world, to be so hasty and foolish. If we have learned anything, I hope that it is simply: We do need to unify. Separate egos and pride. Think and re-think our actions before we go rushing out there trying to seek blood for blood. At this very moment, I will confess that I am still trying to figure out a way that we can fight our enemy. But I continuously run into a wall on the “how” aspect of just about every battle plan. This guy does outright malicious and wicked things just for a giggle as far as I can tell, and we know damn well he can alter our reality to his liking. Even going as far as invading our minds as we sleep. I thought the visions he subjected me to were something I would never forgive him for. But his involvement in the slaying of one of my brothers…THAT is truly something I will never forgive him for.”
His hands begin to shake, he’s visibly leaned against the table, a snarl crossing his face, but he realizes he’s allowing himself to get angry once more. That’s not where he needs to be. He takes a moment to breathe and regain composure. ”I guess what I’m trying to say is, for the moment, we have the right idea. One of us may not be able to come up with anything to solve this problem. But all of us as a cohesive unit, I certainly believe we have the brains and the willpower to get the job done. We all need to lean on one another in this time.”
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His blue eyes glisten a little as he listens to Peter speak from the heart. Above all else that’s one of the things next...