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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. I'm doing a bit of retcon here, but if this is your first time through it shouldn't impact you. If you're re-reading this chapter, none of the text has been erased or changed, but I'm spliting off a section that was moderately optional and had way too many extra warning codes, and putting it in under the title "Passages extra scene"
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The six people caught in the teleport field experienced dizzying movement that made no linear sense, surrounded by rapidly gyrating streaks of every color imaginable and quite a few that hurt a merely human mind to look at. In the midst of this turbulence, snatches of times both past, present, and future flitted by.
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Karen stood on a crowded street, all of its occupants tattered and forlorn. A few wore sandwich boards advertising their willingness to work, but most seemed to have no hope left. If she had put every desperate, weary, down on their luck or homeless person she had ever met in her life in one place, it still wouldn’t be half as many as stood, sat or walked in this street. It could have been a post-apocalyptic scene, but the stack of newspapers being sold by a young boy told her otherwise, the date written on the front page was October, 17, 1931. The feeble looking child was calling out the day’s special edition, the conviction of Al Capone. A scuffle broke out nearby, a larger boy attacking a smaller one. The thin newsboy left his post at a run, tackling the antagonist. As the heroic child was dashed to the ground, she saw his face, and recognized him.
“Steve!” She called out, but neither boy responded. Young-Steve cried out for help, only to be ignored. Karen knew that pain, feeling like no one would lift a finger for you. It pissed her off, and she grabbed at an upraised fist, but her hands passed through it, resulting in an involuntary shudder. The unnerved attacker stood, kicking Steve in the ribs a few times before running off. Kneeling by the oblivious, trembling child who would one day be known as a great hero, she did the only thing her ghostly state allowed, speaking to him. “Steve, I know it hurts, but hold on. I’ve never seen you give up, so you can’t now. You live to keep saving people, speaking up when you know it’ll get you hurt. When it hurts, when you want to run away, remember; if you stand up, push back, they can’t say no forever. Just keep ahold of that.”
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Natasha blinked rapidly twice to clear her vision from the searing after image of the transport radius. Instantly alert, she scanned for threats automatically. Seeing nothing but bare stone walls, rough-hewn out of some type of cave system, she relaxed as much as she ever allowed herself to without back-up. The tunnel was equally dim and gloomy in either direction, but one way had a faint echo emerging from deeper in. Following the sound cautiously, she found herself standing in the doorway of some kind of lab. The equipment was state-of-the-art enough to make Tony Stark weep with envy, but what caught and held her attention were the people inside. It appeared to be a Zola lab, complete with blenders of Doughboy goop, but the robots hauling large machines around at the direction of the small man Fury once described as “putting the mad back into mad science”, those were not Zola’s. They were Doombots. *So, he’s in Latveria. This could be useful.*
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Clint swayed on his feet as he recovered from the dizzying effect. He was in an alley, and it was raining. At the end of the alley, stood a familiar figure, a beautiful redheaded superspy. She turned toward him and smiled a happy smile he hadn’t seen in over a decade.
“Tasha! Boy am I glad to see you. Was I the only one who had a brown acid moment, or…” Clint trailed off as his partner ran to him with open arms, only to pass right through him into the waiting arms of a tall, muscular man with an artificial left arm. Staring in horror, he realized that he was seeing the past. He’d heard the story. This man had been Natasha’s lover long before Clint. A fellow KGB operative. *What was his name…They called him the Tin Soldier, or something like that.* When he disappeared off the face of the earth, something had broken in her, something that eventually healed into the stronger, more confident and cynical Black Widow he knew. While he loved his partner, perhaps a bit more than he’d ever let her see, this younger, fresher more innocent version of Natasha Romanova was a part of her past he’d never have seen if it weren’t for that teleporter. *I’m going to have to remember to thank her.*
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Cate found herself walking down a long gallery. On the walls were images of possible futures, some grand, some horrifying. She watched an island rise from the sea to become a hub of freedom and learning. She watched that same island burn. She saw heroes fight heroes, and villains rise to great heights. She watched as a whole apocalyptic war was averted by a young couple in love who knew that doing so would erase their marriage. She saw an idealistic scientist break the known laws of physics and an exiled African prince reclaim his throne. She saw a hacker bent over a computer try to bring down S.H.I.E.L.D. She saw that young woman recruited to a S.H.I.E.L.D. team, and couldn’t believe her eyes at the recruiter. *I suppose that’s one timeline that died before it was born.*
A sob forming over her diaphragm fought to break free, but the swirling lights enveloped her, squeezing too tight for her cry to escape. As the light faded and she found herself in the quarters she had shared with the others before they were kidnapped. Torque sat in an armchair by the sofa she was using as a bed, asleep. On hastily constructed cots across from her lay two figures, one of which was clearly Natasha. Sitting up carefully, she became aware of her sore body. Hearing his patient’s groan, a bulky blue furred man approached her and began to ask diagnostic questions. Putting aside her curiosity as to why a former Secretary of Mutant Affairs was in the camp of a known criminal, she searched for her sister out of old habit and for Cap, out of well-informed fear. When she saw that neither Karen nor Cap was in the room, she gripped the diplomatic doctor by his fur. With the raging fury of a bodyguard who’s had their ‘body’ stolen, she growled the first thing that came to mind.
“What. The. FUCK. Happened?”
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