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Secret Bit of Right From Wrong	By : ChrisCross Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 9417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Ok, ok, I'm not *that* much of a sadist, so I cranked out the next chapter as fast as I could. For those who want to know more about Steve's deisel-like coffee, I'll post a recipe at the bottom. Also, I worry that Steve's a bit Sue-esque, mainly because he is fairly perfect in the comics, so I added a bit of bitching about Hawkeye's motormouth, and he still wants to come out perfect. Sigh. Please leave a review if you've got a good way out of cannon-Sue-itus.
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The next day passed much like the day before. Steve made them breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, and most importantly to the decidedly non-morning-person Karen, a huge pot of cold brewed coffee. He’d learned to make it that way in the War, because it was the only way to make coffee while marching, but it yielded very concentrated results. Morita had called it “diesel fuel masquerading as coffee”. Apparently Karen was enough of a caffeine addict that her default response to coffee delivery was to propose, so Widow and Cate were the only ones allowed to put the coffee in her hands. Although her tolerance was legendary, after just one cup of Steve’s ‘diesel fuel’, she was aware enough to tease Natasha, the only other one of them who spoke fluent Japanese.
“Domo arigato gozaimasu, Natasha Sama.”
“You’re welcome, but you’re using the honorific incorrectly. ‘Sama’ is reserved for royalty.”
“Watashi wa Natasha kamisama ga ittanara, mahō no inryō no engimono, watashi wa obekka tsukai to yoba rerudearou, desu ne.” A sly smile accompanied her reply, which was met by cackling laughter from the super spy.
“What the hell was that?” Clint was grumpy enough in mornings; he didn’t need Nat having a mental breakdown too.
“Joke. Only makes sense in Japanese, but essentially I said that I used the royal honorific because calling her a God would be flattery.”
“Actually it was calling me the ‘bringer of magical beverages’ that cracked me up. Heh, you’re obviously awake enough now, pass me the bacon.”
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Natasha and Clint spent the early afternoon arguing over who had to stay with Karen and Steve that night, and the late afternoon playing something they called ‘drunk poker’, explaining it was derived from strip poker, shots replacing the removal of clothing. Steve finished his advertisement commission, and delivered it. Karen spent some time relaxing with headphones on, occasionally singing along with the music.
Cate had a date that night with Torque, which Karen and Natasha helped her get dressed for. As a result, much of the main room was occupied with women discussing clothing, hairstyles, and make-up and the two men had retreated back into Steve’s room with microwave dinners.
“Man, I do not get it.” Clint was grumbling as he ate. “Nat’s like the coolest customer ever, owns more weapons than the NRA and knows how to kill a guy with his own thumb, but put her in a room with other women talking about clothing and BAM she’s a total chick.”
“Well, she is a woman, all the time. Sure she’s a great fighter, but she’s also human. You’re more than the bow; she’s more than the Taser gauntlets, pistols, martial arts, espionage and aircraft piloting.” Steve wasn’t what you’d call smooth with women, but he was fairly fed up with listening to Clint complain about his partner’s current activity. The archer could talk like none other, and it was starting to piss his friend off. “You go home and fix up your car, play with your dog, or talk to your neighbors at the rooftop barbeques you keep telling me about. Do you even know what Miss Romanova does off duty? I don’t.”
“Dude, nobody knows what Natasha does in her spare time. That’s like, Level Infinity access. But, you’re right, this could be a more common thing for her than I realized.” He shrugged, and then cocked his head. “Do you hear something breaking?”
Rushing into the main room, they saw that something was indeed breaking. A vulpine woman was tying Cate up, Karen was already bound and gagged, and Natasha was having a hard time fighting a slimy looking green man in silver grey armor, her reflexes slow and her coordination sloppy, as if she were drugged. A tall, stoop-shouldered creature with dirty beige fur ran at them, knocking Clint across the room.
“Dingo! Let me take the last one,” snapped the fox like girl. “We have orders to bring him in with little damage.” Her hand lifted in a graceful gesture, indicating without pointing at, the soldier.
Suddenly, Steve felt odd, as though he had been frightened. But why would he be scared? It was the safest, most natural place for him to be, nothing was wrong. With his mind shackled to an illusion, and his hands bound with zip ties, he was lead out of the apartment and deep into Haven’s cavern system.
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Magneto swept in to the room, angry at being summoned to this distant storage room by a lackey he didn’t even know. “Callisto, what is this about? Why did you send a messenger to fetch me all the way out here, when I would have been more than happy to see you in my quarters, or the council hall?”
“Because, I couldn’t have put a neutralizer cuff on you without your notice, and I need this to happen without you losing your head.” As Magneto looked to see a metal cuff encircling the wrist he could have sworn was bare, Callisto pressed a button on the far wall, sending the thin partition into the floor, revealing the bound and gagged prisoners. “I like you, Erik. I really do. But you crossed a very dangerous line, bringing them here. They’re not mutants, I could have told you that before you ever went up to meet them. You brought them down here without even asking. Not checking them, or worse, checking and not caring, has put us all in danger. We cannot let them leave, and I refuse to let your name in Haven be sullied by the discovery that will happen if we let them stay. They must die.”
“My dear girl, you simply don’t understand,” Magneto tried desperately to get through to Callisto. He knew she was bitter about humanity, it was what brought them together, but he never thought she would take it out on people under his protection.
“No, Magneto, you don’t understand. You have a place here only because of the effort you make here. The number of mutants grows daily, yet your ‘army’ has not. Xavier takes in students increasingly, but the X-men have had steady numbers. Haven is not a fort. Its citizens are not a part of your schemes. I let your ‘Brotherhood’ stay only as long as my people are safe.” She said the name of the militant group she was once a member of with brutal disdain, as though it sickened her.
Turning to point at the unmoving figures, her voice took a dark turn. “You brought sapiens here. I’ve seen them move, and I can tell; these are soldiers and spies. You signed their death warrants, bringing them here. I cannot let them compromise us.” Beckoning to the fox-faced mutant behind her, she snapped out a cruel command. “Trixta, get Madman a drink.”
Magneto blanched as the import of the quiet, easy-to-miss dual-identity psychic in the room dawned. While the mutant known as Madman was a relatively harmless far-seer, the dark half of his mind unlocked by strong alcohol was called Bedlam for good reason. “This is insanity! You know what will happen if you unleash him.” Magneto trembled, remembering how Bedlam had once driven an entire town mad, leaving even the man who would free the Phoenix shaken. “Bedlam cannot be controlled!”
“I’m doing this for the sake of my respect for you. Only Bedlam can erase your shame without carrying the knowledge of it. If the people ever knew your betrayal, you would be exiled. You caused this. Remember that.”
“Callisto, surely you’re not this out of control. This isn’t like you….” He let his voice drop off as the truth revealed itself. “Or it is like you, but you’re not Callisto.”
“Told ya he wouldn’t fall for it, boss.” Toad snickered evilly. “Him and Callisto, they’re two peas in a pissed off pod.”
“It would beg the question, though, who are you.” Glaring at his slimy ex-henchman, the Master of Magnetism wished yet again that he had never met Tolansky. “Who did you sell your traitorous service to, Toad?”
“Traitorous? Pointin’ fingers seems a bit ripe, comin’ off ‘a you, ‘cause I remember you leaving me in ANTARTICA!!! I’d ‘a signed on with anybody gave me a shot at you.”
The false Callisto laughed, “I believe Erik has earned this. You may reveal us, Trixta.” She kept talking even as the illusionist’s power melted away, revealing dark green hair and a face familiar to any who fought Hydra. “Such a talent. She actually convinces the aura of a person to change, thereby changing them in all observable ways…”
“You.” Magneto fell pale. “I heard you had died in Japan, Viper.”
“Not quite, though it was close. You don’t honestly think I’d take on the Wolverine to give Yashida a cure for death without extracting something for myself, first? It is remarkable what a dedicated scientist can do with DNA from a mutant who survives…everything. The trip might not have come out the way I wanted, but serpents are good at getting out of tight spots.” She put her arm around Trixta as if she were a proud parent. “Besides, where else would I have found her? Kitsune are very rare outside the homeland,” Following the girl’s nod at a corner, Viper looked directly at the teleporter that had snuck in “and quite good at sensing the trickery of others, Torque.” She turned to the reality that had hidden under the illusion of Madman. “Reaper, take them alive if possible.”
The Hydra assassin leapt forward, his arm stretching out and transforming into a scythe-blade that he swung at the would-be rescuer. Magneto threw out his arm to intercept, the cuff on his wrist smashing under the attack. Torque’s eddying energies swept out from her in ripples, surrounding first Cate, then Hawkeye, Widow, and Steve before reaching Karen at the end of the row. Reaper was just recovering to snatch at the soldier when the group began to glow and shift. The prisoners and the assassin disappeared together in a cascading rush of blinding light.
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Steve's coffee: put equal parts grounds and cold water in a container, preferably not plastic (glass or ceramic work best). Seal it and leave it be for at least 24 hrs. Filter for an intense concentrate, mix with water or milk until the strength desired, enjoy. You don't need nearly as much sugar as you'd think, so taste before seasoning.
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