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Unorthodox Anger Management	By : Narrie Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The fact that people are still finding this story enjoyable is awesome because I worry it get's a bit boring. I tend to write a story more than a smutty fic, which is the way I like to write but isn't always what everyone wants to read, so thank you for sticking with it, but some smutty fun will be coming up soon, I promise.
With that though, please enjoy the fic!

Chapter Eleven
My hands were shaking vigorously as memories ran through my mind. Reminders of who she was, what she was capable of doing and the fact that I could only fathom what she would do to Bruce when she found out that I killed Rufe. I felt someone grab me from behind and my instincts kicked in.
I grabbed the unknown person's shirt, pivoted their weight and was ready to throw them across the room till I heard them scream and it was Bruce. "Naomi!" I froze and released him, not knowing what to do. I felt the safety that I had felt over the last week crumble before me, the thoughts of having a happily-ever-after with Bruce fell short of my reach.
I knew I would have to leave, to run away for Bruce's safety and for Pepper and Tony's too; yet I felt torn. Forever…I promised Bruce I would be with him forever. I didn't know what to do. If I left I would break his heart, he would never recover but he would live on, but is that living? If I stayed then he would be killed and his blood would be on my hands… would I be able to survive that?
I heard the door break open and I turned around, ready to run for the attacker but I felt Bruce wrap his arms around me, trying to restrain me. "What has gotten into you? It's Tony!" I relaxed slightly, knowing that for the moment we were safe. Bruce turned me to look at him, but I diverted my eyes from his gaze.
"What happened? Jarvis said it was urgent. Everything okay?" I felt Bruce shake his head and he released my still body. I closed my eyes and just listened; for voices, for brain activity and for her.
"I don't know. She won't talk to me! There was a letter addressed to her, she opened it up, read it and ripped it to shreds. Now she's been standing in the same place, not moving, not speaking. I tried to touch her, to hold her and she tried to throw me!" To most people Bruce would have sounded angry, but his voice was dripping with concern and distress. I reached out and calmed him and I heard him laugh.
"And even though she won't speak to me, she'll still calm me." He let out a sigh, obviously at loss of what to do.
"Naomi." It was Tony talking to me now. He walked in front of me; I could feel his breathe on my face. "Who was the letter from?"
"S." I said. I couldn't feel anyone else except for Bruce, Tony and I in this room. I sighed and opened my eyes, finally looking at the expression of concern on Tony's face and Bruce's. "I'm sorry… I…" my voice broke, not knowing what to say. Bruce just smiled and I knew I was forgiven.
"S. It stands for Siren and also stand's for Sandy. She was the other person in the lovely family trio I had with Rufe. She was older than me and in love with Rufe, it was when he started to favor me that she decided we had become enemies." I paused for a moment, wetting my lips.
"Her ability is powerful, to say the least. Just with her voice, she can charm people into doing her bidding. If they are a weak willed person, they can be under her control for the rest of their lives. Part of me believed that Rufe was under that spell till he started to show affection for me, something that she never planned on, which weakened her grip on him." I took a deep breath in, forcing myself to sit down.
"The last time we fought, I just shut off her ability to speak which rendered her ability useless but she is still an amazing assassin. She would give Natasha a run for her money. That happened a few days after Rufe had asked me to destroy the hospital in Toronto because it had one of the most influential people of the organization we were trying to take down visiting that day." I heard Bruce and Tony shift their weight, obviously uneasy about the idea of a hospital being my target.
"I refused, there would be too many innocent people lost. Later that week, she brought in my mother and father, to show me what it meant to see the innocent die." Tears started to blur my vision. I paused for a second, allowing myself to calm down, and to try and sense any more movement.
"But truthfully she wanted me to suffer, because she accused me of taking Rufe from her." I let my sentence break with a breathy laugh. "The only good thing Rufe ever did, was tell her to fuck off that day. He told her she was being obnoxious, for a moment I thought that meant that he would let my parent's go, but I was wrong about that. I haven't seen her since then, but she's deadly and she will rip anything I care about from my life and destroy it in front of me."
"Then we'll stop her. Naomi, you have Iron Man and The Hulk here to protect you and fight by your side. We won't let anything happen to you." I shook my head in protest.
"I would never ask you to fight on my behalf, and besides Tony, you don't seem to understand. I can't have another person get injured or… or die because of me. I refuse to let that happen." I looked at Tony's face; he was being serious when he said he would fight with me.
"And I won't either. How do you think we would feel if we just watched you fight someone and you lost? Knowing we could have done something to prevent it but we didn't; I know Bruce wouldn't be able to live with himself." I looked up at Bruce and he had his kicked puppy-dog look. His back was slightly hunched as he stood in silence, fidgeting with his hands.
"You have Pepper to protect." PEPPER! "Where is Pepper Tony?" I was ready to leave, to make sure she was safe but Tony stopped me.
"She's safe, she left the tower. I always do that when there's an unusual security breach, such as this." I let out a sigh of relief as we all stood in silence.
"So you're leaving then?" Bruce spoke in a broken tone and I felt my heart twist and contort itself. How do I answer that question? Do I tell him what I think is best for him? Do I do what is best for my sanity? Either way we both suffer. I decided to tell him the truth.
"I… I haven't decided." He just nodded his head slowly, something he did when he was given an answer he didn't like. "Bruce… you have to understand." He continued to nod.
"I do." He said curtly. I felt furious, he didn't understand; I knew it and so did he.
"If I leave then you are safe! She won't come after you, and I will be lucky if I have a couple of days before she finds out I killed Rufe. I can't have you be killed Bruce…" He looked at me sharply, all meekness leaving his body and fury taking over.
"I can't die Naomi! I've tried putting a bullet into my body, and do you know what happened? The other guy spit it back out."
"What would the other guy do if your limbs were torn off? Or your head was snapped? I doubt he could fix you then Bruce!" He went silent as I yelled at him with all my fury. "It took a lot for me to accept my feelings for you Bruce, it took a lot for me to let down those barriers and let you into my life. You think I would be so careless with what we have? How could you think that I would be happy to leave you, to leave this life behind me?"
I wanted to cry, I was beyond furious right now. Not only had Bruce and I had our first fight, but also death was on our doorstep and I had to decide between fight or flight. Tony broke the awkward silence.
"What if we just can't hear her? Wouldn't that make her powers mute?" I smiled at the fact that Tony still found moments to make puns when I was stressing out.
"With what though? She'll rip anything out of your ears or off of your head. If you wear a helmet, it will just be easier for her to twist it off while snapping your neck. Her voice won't affect me; I've known her too long for it to do so. Besides, she has stronger effects against men; she doesn't call herself the Siren for nothing." Tony let out a thoughtful sigh; trying to think of something he could jimmy-rig to make her less of a threat.
"We could re-locate the two of you, buy you some time. I mean, think about it. If you have Bruce there, he will be able to protect you as The Hulk." He turned to Bruce. "We can put you somewhere rural, so just incase you lose control… well nobody will be harmed." Tony looked back at me once Bruce didn't openly protest his idea.
"It's the only option you have and that I will give you. I won't let you leave his side, you can't and he has the ability to protect you. You could calm him and bring him out of his rage if need be, or you could fuel the fire. It will be hard for this 'S ' to find you for a while." I looked over a Bruce and he shrugged.
"It's the only option we have, if we still want to be together." His words froze my body, like I had just been submerged into below freezing water and my body was slowly shutting down, trying to reserve heat. I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. Tony looked at me, concern in his eyes but I didn't wait for anyone to say anything. I stalked out of the room, leaving Bruce to stew in his own self-pity.
I walked aimlessly through the multiple floors of the building, eventually finding an empty room I could sit in and calm down. I closed my eyes and found my memories going back to when I first met Sandy.
I was sitting in my room, holding a doll Rufe had given me as a gift. I had awoken from another nightmare. Sandy had sat down on the floor with me and ran her fingers through my doll's hair. "Did she have a nightmare? Maybe dream about monsters?" Sandy asked, looking at the doll, obviously trying to comfort me but it just made me think of my mother.
I missed them; I wished that I hadn't run away. I wanted to tell my mom about all the places I had seen. To have my father tell me about his day at work, I missed it and I always had nightmares that bad people would go after them, and hurt them because of what I've done.
"She doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic." I paused my sentence, playing with my dolls clothes. "My mommy said there were no monsters, no real ones… but there are." Sandy hushed me and held me close, she was only 6 years older than me, but she mothered me a lot. She always wanted me to see her and Rufe as my new parents. She wanted us to be a family.
"Nobody is coming for you Naomi. There are no monsters in your life." I knew that there was evil all around us, people were of corrupt and selfish nature and that in my mind was evil. I didn't kill bad people because I hated them; I did it to save the lives of those they would have ended, if I did not end their first. I did it to save people, not to seek vengeance.
"…But there are." I repeated; scared from my vivid dreams and from the world that now surrounded me, the world I had to live in from that day forth.
Sandy was a vengeful killer, she found joy in hurting and destroying those who had scorned her; its what made her such an amazing assassin. She was truly a breed of her own, but she didn't understand that her powers were greatly wanted, that's why Rufe put up with her antics.
There were days where he wanted to kill her. He once told me, "Naomi, if you were old enough, I know you could do it. You could off Sandy, but I would never risk losing you." He always had a way of bringing it back to me, but I knew he was being serious.
Sandy and I sparred, and she was always different with people that she knew. She wasn't as vigorous, as lethal. At first I only thought it was because she didn't want to hurt me during practice, but when she first tried to go for my throat, she fought the same way.
I had always hoped that there was something inside of her, which told her it was wrong to kill those she thought of as family, but that was a long time ago. I am just a shadow of the person I used to be, of the cold-blooded killer I once was.
"Oh Sandy…" I whispered quietly to myself.
"Miss me that much Mimi?" My eyes shot open and I was up on my feet instantly, looking at Sandy, the women I loved as a sister and feared as an enemy.
"Don't call me that. Why are you here Sandy? You were supposed to leave me alone, that was the deal!" Sandy frowned, crinkling her freckled covered face. She looked similar to how I remembered her; it had only been a year though. Her hair was still short and in a pixie-cut. It was jet black, but it had a large green stripe in it now and her olive skin was still as beautiful as I remember.
"Oh, but that was what Rufe and I always called you. You used to like it." She walked towards me slowly. "I came to see the family again, I missed Rufe. I went to go see him, but I found the base in ruins. I asked around, even talked to the big boys but no answer on what happened to anyone." She stopped a foot from where I stood, muscles tense and stance strong.
"Then I saw your pretty face on television. Look's like you've become everyone's little hero. Oh little Mimi, if only they knew the things you've done. They would have you locked up in moments, on death row. You would be back with us evil and spiteful people, the one's that society rejects… and for what reason?" I stayed silent, even though she gave me an opportunity to answer.
"Because we're different. Isn't that always the story huh?" She let out an abrupt laugh, more like a mock at the idea. She looked at me and smiled. "I honestly did miss you Naomi, you were so young when you came into our lives. I loved to sing to you, it helped you fall asleep. You loved to hear me talk, for me to tell you stories."
She's gone insane was all I could think. She looked at me like a mother would her first-born child when she first held them in her arms to say hello. "I didn't have a mind of my own at that point, I would have listened to your voice without knowing what poison you were putting into my head." She hissed at my words, not wanting to hear the distaste.
"Still the spiteful little child, eh Naomi? 'Life isn't fair!', 'I was taken from my parent's'" She mocked me. "How DARE you say that Rufe and I would have poisoned and clouded your mind. We encouraged you to further your knowledge, to push the boundaries of your abilities. We wanted you to be the best you could be."
"The best killer." I interrupted, "That's what it was always about with you and Rufe, especially you. You taught me and pushed me to places that benefitted you. If I wanted to read a book because it sounded interesting, you would switch it out with the greatest heists of the century or the mysterious murders of history and you would make me decipher how the assassin killed that person. I hardly call that encouragement."
"You resent what we gave you, but you don't see how lucky you truly were you ungrateful bitch!" She spat her words at me. "And yet here I am, trying to get us all back together in hopes of a happy reunion but that will never happen will it Mimi?" I felt the coldness roll over my body as her voice turned to ice.
"Because not only did you want to humiliate me in front of the love of my life, you wanted to rip him away from me too!" She was right in front of my face now; I felt her hot breath on me. "How did it feel to kill the only man who really, truly cared about you? Did it feel good?" She was smiling in the sick way she did when talking about death.
I knew she wanted me to admit that I enjoyed it, that I had wanted to kill Rufe and that I felt satisfied afterwards because out of all the people I had ripped from the world of the living, I had never felt justified; I just knew I was following orders and that was good enough for me when I was young.
"It felt like a part of my life was being ripped away from me, but that's what he did to me. He stole my parents from me and so did you! You both deserved to lose the thing that you loved most. For you it was Rufe, and for Rufe it was his own life." She snarled and slammed the wall I had been leaning against earlier.
"I WAS THE ONE THING HE LOVED MOST! I WAS!" She screamed in my face but that wasn't the tone I was scared about most; it was what came after she screamed. The monotone voice she spoke in when she was ready to threaten you and follow through with it.
When I was young, it would be about eating my vegetables, cleaning my weapons or finishing my training. She would threaten to spank me, or make my trainers work me extra hard the next time, however I knew this wasn't going to be one of those moments. I knew what she was going to say, my heart and mind knew it, yet I was still shocked when I heard the words come out of her mouth.
"I will come after everything you have ever liked, loved or even looked at with affection. Everything you hold dear in your life I will take from you, holding it right out of your grasp and when you think you will win, that everything will be okay, I will break the world you live in. You will cease to exist, you will have no will to go on and you will end your own pitiful life out of hatred. How are you be able to live knowing you… you are the soul reason so many people are about to die?"
She smirked at me and planted a kiss on my cheek before disappearing into thin air. Not only did she just set off every nerve in my body but also she showed that she was stronger, that she had new abilities and she was sending a message.
The already deadly assassin, who was hard set on destroying everything in my world, was even deadlier than before and nobody was about to stop her from what she wanted.

OH SNAP! Look's like Naomi's in some trouble. What would you do though? Would you leave with Bruce and risk his death or leave him until you took care of the threat yourself? Just curious to think what you guys n gals would do or what you think Naomi would do.
I hope you enjoyed reading the newest addition to this story and as always, let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions or ideas of what could possibly happen next, let me know. I love trying to work in other people's idea's into fic's, it makes me feel like I'm writing for someone instead of having to rely on my own self motivation to write, which can be low on my lazy days. >.>
Like always, thank you so much for sticking with me this far! It means a lot :)
Narrie
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