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The Avengers: Tainted Love	By : ParadoxdelaPaladino Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Fandom of Avengers or anything Marvel. I do not own the characters. I make no profit, money, etc. from it. I own nothing. :)

Author’s Note: I want to thank my beta readers AG and Paradise. Without their support this fanfic would never have been written! I thought I would post this chapter for the weekend. :)

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Hours had passed as he trained vigorously within the confines of the old gym. Its bare concrete walls were sparsely decorated by a few windows, only admitting glimpses of light through the filthy glass. In the center stood an aged boxing ring, the type he had grown accustomed to as a child. Adjacent, lay a few punching bags; one was hung high ready for use while the others were propped up as if they were waiting in anticipation to take a beating. This man took great solace from the familiarity of the environment, but even he was aware of the fact that immersing himself in his training would not make his thoughts disappear.

“You’ve been asleep for a long time, Captain.”

Those words were still ringing in his head. No matter what he tried to do, he could not accept the fact that he had been asleep for decades. Everyone he knew was gone and the world around him had changed. He no longer understood the dynamics, let alone the leap technology had taken. With one last hit, he sent the punching bag hurling into the wall in front of him and watched it rip as it gave way to its insides. Footsteps echoed in the room and Steve turned around swiftly. His eyes fell on the man who had found him, trapped in a World War II plane, frozen in ice. Drenched in his own perspiration, his sweat began beading down his forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision. He wiped his brow to regain focus on the man.

“You’re here with a mission, Sir? Trying to get me back in the world?” Steve found it difficult to accept the fact that this man, whom he had recently met, was the only one he knew in this new world and the only one he could trust, for that matter.

“No, trying to save it,” was Fury’s brief answer as he stopped a few feet shy of Steve.

“Are you here to ask me to be part of the,” Steve searched for the word, “Avengers?”

“Yes. We’ve recently had some surprising incidences occur so I’ve decided to assemble the Avengers ahead of schedule.”

“At this point, I doubt anything would surprise me.”

“Be that as it may, would you consider joining our initiative?”

“Yes,” Steve’s answered quickly. Although he had not adjusted to or accepted his current situation, he knew he had no other choice but to join an organization committed to saving the world.

“Good. I will contact you when I have rounded up the others,” Fury turned to leave. “Good day to you, Cap,” He said over his shoulder before he briskly walked away, leaving Steve to fall within the realms of his own thoughts again.

~*~

“What on Earth is that?” A man spoke to his colleague as both had stopped smoking their cigarettes to regard the rather strange object in the sky.

“Could that be a meteor?”

“Of course not! It’s much too small, but it’s no bird either,” both men continued to watch in fascination as the object hurtled towards the water.

Thor had spent weeks wandering around Asgard in a mood so foul that none dared speak to him. He had mentioned Jane to his mother and how he missed her sweet smile and her beautiful brown eyes, which still captivated him. He did not speak of his brother, but his mother’s worried eyes knew better. Tired of wandering around aimlessly, Thor had sought out his father.

To Odin’s surprise, Thor stated that he wanted to return to the realm of his banishment. Wary of Thor’s brash decision, Odin attempted to deter his son from his goal. The tensions between Asgard and Jotunheim continued to brew and would soon culminate in a simmer and he wanted his son by his side if there were to be a battle. Undeterred, Thor explained how he recalled fragments of a conversation about a heroic task force, which he aimed to join if the opportunity presented itself. Odin had sat back in his throne, stroking his beard as he thought. Despite his inner conflict, Odin saw great honor in Thor’s task and he momentarily swelled with pride before nodding his approval.

Immediately, Thor had made his way down to Heimdall, the gatekeeper, who was attempting to reconstruct the Bifrost Bridge. Desperate to get back to Earth, he asked Heimdall to create a small portal that would let him enter the Earth once more. Heimdall warned Thor that the portal would be instable and had a chance of collapsing and even killing Thor in the process. Even if Thor survived the narrowing grasp of the gateway, Thor might die on impact since he would be free-falling to Earth and gaining speed along the way. Heimdall knew he could not control the portal the same way he controlled the Bifrost and where Thor would fall would be left to chance.

Whether from arrogance or from sheer determination, Thor had waved off Heimdall’s warning and after seeing the resolve in Thor’s eyes, Heimdall manifested a gateway. Without another thought, Thor had jumped in and immediately felt his stomach lurch as he picked up speed while being sucked further down. Thor panicked briefly since he did not know where he would land, but amidst the blur of the ending portal, Thor could make out a body of water below him. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Thor braced for impact.

His unbreakable armor had softened the blow and he would not have survived the fall without it. Even though his armor covered most of his body, slivers of water managed to pierce the skin that was left exposed. If the water had allowed him, he would have screamed in pain. Submerged under water, he took out Mjolnir, his prized hammer, from his satchel. Using it to make his armor vanish, he became perfectly disguised as a mere civilian in an outfit of simple pants and shirt. He quickly replaced his hammer in his bag before he began a desperate swim to the top, straining his muscles to their limit.

Breaking through the surface of the water, he gasped for air. He allowed himself to float at the surface for a few moments, reclaiming the oxygen taken from him, before he swam towards the elevated wall above him. Using the last of his strength, he climbed the stone wall and hurled himself to the ground on the other side.

After a few moments, he moved himself into a seated position, his back reclining on the wall. A faint rainbow traced the sky and it reminded him of the multi-colored hue of the Bifrost Bridge and he smiled. He let the sun’s rays warm him and he touched his lips at the memory of Jane and their first kiss. He opened his eyes as a pang of sadness gripped him. The last time he saw Jane, he was about to face his brother.

He remembered Loki’s last attempt to prove himself to their father as hung from the staff, but Odin’s disapproval was the final blow to Loki’s already frail psyche. As he looked down at his brother, Thor saw that the light in Loki’s eyes had dimmed. Over and over again, he had watched the painful memory as Loki released the staff and let himself fall to his doom. Deep down, he knew that is he were holding Loki, no matter how hard Loki struggled, he would never have allowed his brother to fall.

Somehow, he had hoped that Loki had survived the fall and landed somewhere on Earth. No matter what anyone else told him or what the facts were, Thor could not accept that Loki was no longer his brother. He believe that if he only reasoned with him, he could set things right and both of them could go back to the way they were, living happily as brothers in their Kingdom.

To distract him from his thoughts, he began to observe the new world around him. He had thought ahead this time and prepared. His clothing was too plain to be noticed and he had his hammer with him, safely concealed in an inconspicuous bag. He looked around and noticed that the streets were busy with people, going about their business. A few briefly glanced at him, noting the strange wet man lying on the side of the road, propped up only by the small wall against his back.

From across the road, a man noticed him and looked at him with pity. He quickly crossed it and took Thor’s hand. “You seem down on your luck. Here’s a little something to help,” he said as he placed a few dollars in Thor’s hand before walking away.

Thor was stunned to say the least. Half of him was angry that someone had just given change to a god, while the other half was a little touched. He looked at the money and decided that maybe it was enough to ride one of those things Jane had called a train.

He did not notice an ominous figure atop a building was watching him with narrowed eyes.

~*~

“We hope you’ve enjoyed your tour! Please enjoy this amazing city,” the overly bubbly tour guide finished, breathless. Steve stepped off the double-decker tour bus into Central Park. Decades had passed, but some parts of New York still seemed familiar. He picked up his large bag, which hid his shield and walked into Central Park.

The park still seemed the same. A few more monuments, sure, but everything else was just as he remembered it. The beautiful, sturdy trees seemed to have gotten bigger. The flowers were in full bloom, welcoming spring. Steve took a long drawn out breath, taking in the faint scents of nature.

He was bending down to pick up a very beautiful flower when he heard a whirring sound and then felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He looked down to see an arrow penetrating his flesh. He removed the arrow and barely dodged the next one, aimed for his heart. He looked atop a giant obelisk and saw a man perched there, staring straight at him with a large bow in his hand. On instinct, Steve quickly took out his shield from his bag, ready to defend himself.

“What’s your quarrel with me, friend?” He asked, confused. He was answered with another arrow lodged into his arm. He quickly extracted the arrow and watched as a new stream of blood began flowing from both of his wounds.

“Come down, maybe we can talk this out!” Steve yelled, hopeful that this altercation could be solved with a few words, as opposed to a few arrows embedded into his body. In retort, the man sent a sea of arrows into the air, which quickly descended onto Steve.

~*~

As usual Grand Central Terminal was a busy place with people bustling about to and fro. It was rush hour as people clambered into the trains, eager to get home. Thor was trying to get accustomed to this big city, where no one noticed anyone as they rudely brushed past to get to their destination. He was staring at the contraption that Jane had called a train as he attempted to navigate his way to a platform. The next time Thor looked up, he saw a train lifted off it tracks and being thrown in his direction. He managed to get out of the way, as he watched the train land on the platform.

People began screaming as absolute chaos broke out. Many were trying to get on the escalators and stairs to escape the danger, stampeding without any consideration for their fellow man. Another train had been doubled up and landed against a wall, crumpled like a child’s toy.

Unable to find his satchel, Thor called his hammer and within a flash, his armor enveloped him and he turned towards the green giant, ready for action. He saw the cause of the commotion; a very large green man was walking amongst the trains and lifting them off their tracks and hurling the trains in different directions with frightened passengers still inside. Thor engaged his target, swung Mjolnir above his head and sent large bolts of electricity towards the man.

Using thunder among trains that used electricity was probably not the best idea, but Thor, not fully understanding how the contraptions worked, knew no better. The sparks ignited a few explosions before Thor realized his mistake. Opting for more physical combat, Thor ran towards the green man with his hammer raised. The green giant saw Thor running towards him and waited for him to get close enough before administrating a blow that sent Thor flying into the air. Thor crashed into the heap that was formerly a train.

Undaunted, Thor stood up and ran towards his target again. Parrying the monster’s mighty fist, Thor struck him on his torso and sent the monster backwards as he collided with a train still left on its tracks. People were already climbing from the various trains any way they could. Many broke the windows in their desperation to escape to safety.

Seemingly undamaged by the blow, the green man gave a shout of anger as he sprinted towards Thor, crushing the metal tracks beneath his feet. This time, Thor struck the ground with all his force, causing the man to lose his balance and fall on his back.

Breaking a window, Bruce pulled himself from the train. He felt a migraine coming on and he was still confused as to why he was back in New York, a city he had not seen in months. A green haze absorbed him, but he did not notice anything since he was still trying to reach into his memory for an explanation. Without warning, a tingling sensation enveloped him and began his transformation.

From his peripheral vision, he saw Thor strike the ground with his hammer and decided that Thor was the cause of the problem. Moments later, his clothes ripped and gave way to his body reaching a colossal size as he transformed into the Hulk.

Meanwhile, the debris from his hit caused Thor to lose sight of his target. In a quick flash of green, the monster that fell on his back smirked before he disappeared. As soon as the debris cleared, Thor looked around to see where the man went and spotted a green man a few yards away. Thor panicked for a few seconds believing that not only was the man a force to be reckoned with, but that he was also a teleporter. Thor dashed towards him and the Hulk answered Thor with a sprint of his own and both men collided – hammer against fist.

~*~

Fury was on his way back to the headquarters when he received a phone call from Coulson.

“There’s been a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Fury gruffly asked.

“One of our men has spotted Clint attempting to make a pincushion out of Steve in Central Park.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Fury thought this seemed far too strange. Fury hung up the phone and dialed Clint, hoping there would be some sort of explanation.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing?”

“Eating cereal, why?”

“You’re not in Central Park?”

“No,” Clint sounded confused. Fury rarely called him and when he did, there was nothing but orders barked at him before he promptly hung up.

“One of our men has seen you at Central Park attacking Steve.”

“Wait – What?!”

“Get down there on the double.” Fury hung up. Clint sat there on his couch processing the new information. He put his cereal bowl down and got ready to leave, grabbing his bow on the way out.

~*~

Fury was already driving towards Central Park when he received another phone call from Coulson.

“What is it this time?” Fury asked irritation clearly evident in his voice.

“The Hulk has been spotted in Grand Central trying to make mince-meat out of Thor, who I’m assuming is trying to make the Hulk into a lightning rod,”

“What?” Thoughts whirled in Fury’s mind. For months the Hulk had been missing and there was something strange about his sudden appearance, much less attacking people in the most crowded station in the city. He was also angered by the fact that no one had deemed it important to relay to him the information that Thor had once again descended to Earth. Trying to compile a team of heroes was already a daunting task, but the fact that they were already fighting each other made the task even harder.

“I suggest you head over there and end this,” with that Coulson hung up. Fury angrily dialed, practically stabbing the phone keys with his fingers.

“Natasha,” Fury snarled into his phone.

“Yeees,” Natasha answered as she drew out the word.

“Where are you?”

“Taking a nice, leisurely bath. These Dead Sea bath salts are amazing. They do wonders for your –”

“Get dressed and head to Central Park immediately!” Fury hung up.

“. . . stress,” Natasha finished. She sighed as she sunk back into her bath. Bathing was a curse. Anytime she wanted to have a nice bath with bath salts, dimly lit candles and rose petals, she was always rudely interrupted by Fury who ordered her to go there and do this. Natasha stood up and turned on the shower letting the water run over her.

~*~

After two weeks, Tony decided to ignore the advice of his doctor. He had had enough of lying in a hospital bed while some venom-eyed maniac was doing god-knows-what to his city. He had decided to go home and let his wounds heal in a more Tony-friendly environment. He had clawed away at the bandages and showered in his private hospital suite, being careful of his wounds. He put on the suit Pepper had left for him and was just about to get into his private limo when his phone rang.

“Stark.”

“Fury.”

“We need you. There’s been a situation.”

“Where? What?”

“It started at Grand Central but it has probably progressed from there.”

“On my way,” Tony was instantly grateful that Pepper had left his Ironman suitcase at the hospital, just in case he needed it. He took it from the limo and allowed the briefcase to open and put the Ironman suit on him, to the surprised looks of bystanders. Within moments, he became Ironman.

“Jarvis, give the directions to Grand Central,” He snapped at his AI.

“Right away, Sir,” within a few seconds, a map appeared in front of Tony’s eyes and he jetted up into the air towards his destination.

~*~

Clint arrived at Central Park just in time to see his doppelganger embed a few arrows into Steve’s right arm. Judging from the wounds on Steve, those two had been at it for a while. As he was walking towards them, Clint noticed that his twin’s eyes turned neon green before he gave a bone chilling laugh and split into his own personal army. Clint groaned. If this man had his skill, then Clint doubted they would be easy to defeat. He ran towards Steve, who promptly turned around and smacked him on the side of his head with his shield.

“What is your problem!?”

“I’m not the enemy you idiot!” Clint yelled, forgoing his usual finesse. “I’m your ally!”

Steve stopped swinging his shield and eyed Clint suspiciously.

“How do I know you’re not one of them?”

“Have they tried to reason with your or even talk to you?”

“No.”

“Well, there you go!” Clint yelled exasperatedly as he was slowly losing his patience. Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at Clint for a few moments longer.
“Alright, do you have a plan?” Steve finally asked as Clint began to quickly analyze the situation.

“Not exactly, I was just thinking we try killing them off one by one, each of us focusing on a different target,” before the sentence was out of his mouth, Clint dodged another one of the arrows before cursing “himself” for being such a good marksman.

Clint ran to the side and released a rain of arrows towards their enemy. Steve thought for a minute before steadying his shield and letting it fly loose towards one of Clint’s copies. The shield severed the head of a few copies, which promptly disintegrated.

“Hey! They’re powerless without their heads!” Steve yelled, hopeful he had found the solution.

“You think?!” Clint yelled as he made a human porcupine out of another one of his copies. While Steve was busy engaging one of them in combat, Clint continued to persistently fire showers of arrows at the others. Unfortunately, his copies had the same idea and Clint was alternating between firing and hiding. Steve hit one with his shield and caused the copy to fall over and then promptly beheaded him.

“Ouch!” Clint yelled.

“Sorry!” Steve shouted back. One of his copies had turned his attention to Steve and while he was occupied, Clint aimed for his heart. His arrow landed on target and he watched his replica fall to the ground before disintegrating.

He had wanted just one normal day. Just one day where he could lounge around his apartment in his pajamas and enjoy the simple goodness that was chocolate Cheerios.

“Watch out!” Steve’s shout knocked Clint out of his thoughts as he whirled around to a few arrows heading straight for him. He was reaching for his bow when he heard gunshots and saw the arrows crumple to the ground. Natasha emerged into the clearing.

“I hear you boys need some help,” she grinned before she reached for her knives and threw them at the hailstorm of arrows coming her way.

“About time!” Clint yelled back before steadying his bow for another attack. While Clint released another storm of arrows into the air, Natasha shot at the replicas, whose attention was focused on Clint.

~*~

Tony Stark arrived at Grand Central to find heaps of trains and no sign of the Hulk. As he was continuing his scan of the area, he noticed a portion, of what he assumed used to be part of a train, hurled to the side before a blonde haired man emerged.

“What sorcery is this!?” He asked as he spotted Tony and lifted his hammer above his head, ready for the attack.

From the corner of his eye Tony spotted a tunnel that could only be made by the Hulk. Ignoring the angry man with the hammer he opted for stopping the Hulk before he dealt with him. Quickly powering up, Tony flew into the tunnel. He didn’t need to fly far before seeing the Hulk running on the ground, throwing cars to the side as if they were toys. Judging by the Hulk’s proximity to the crowd, Tony couldn’t fire his laser beams without causing some casualties so he opted to fly closer to the Hulk in hopes of trying to physically hit him. As soon as he was within range of the Hulk, he saw the Hulk turn around and watched his eyes glow an unholy green.
“What the –” Catching Tony off guard, the Hulk threw a punch that promptly knocked Ironman into a nearby building. Dizzy and disoriented, Tony briefly closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he found himself laying in a high-ceilinged room with walls of glittering white marble. Imported rugs covered the stone floor like a blanket and many objects in the room were gold-plated. Abruptly, he was overtaken with strong feelings of déjà vu.

“Why can’t I go with you!” He saw a little boy running towards a man and woman who were about to leave. The woman had short brown hair and was wearing a red dress with a white fur elegantly draped around her shoulders while the man was wearing a pinstripe black suit. They both turned around at the sound of the boy’s voice.

“Anthony, your mother and I are going on a business trip very vital to my business. You know how important that is for me, don’t you? We will be back soon and then you and I can spend some time together, alright?” The man said as he crouched down besides his son and gently patted him on his head.

“But you always say that, Dad! You never do anything with me!”

“Don’t worry this trip won’t take long and we’ll be back before you know it,” the man stated, oblivious to the boy’s tears. He stood up and faced his wife.

“Ready to go, darling?”

“Of course. Good-bye Anthony, dear. We’ll be back soon,” she said as she bent down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. They left without another word and Tony watched his younger self cry.
They never did come back. Within a few hours, their plane had crashed and he never saw them again. Tony felt a pain in his heart as he suddenly watched the living room melt away. A gust of wind caused him to close his eyes and he suddenly felt cold.

When the gust died down, he slowly opened one eye before deeming it safe to have both open. There was fresh snow on the ground and all around him were large, pointy spires that stuck out of the ground like a sea of broken glass. Everything around him was either blue or white or a shade in between. He spun around trying to understand his surroundings and his eye caught Loki leaning against a column of ice, gazing at Tony intently. Instantly, anger overtook him as he glared at the unmoving man.

“Why . . .WHY would you did you pull that from my memory!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the wasteland. Loki continued to stand there, almost blending in with the ice. Although his body was as stiff as stone, his eyes had a glint of sadness. When Tony didn’t get his answer, he decided he was going to walk over there and shake it out of the strange specter of a man he had seen in his hospital room weeks ago.

“It’s hard isn’t it?” Loki’s voice brought Tony to a halt. “Always being second in your father’s life.”

He searched Tony’s eyes as if trying to find an answer that he knew wasn’t there. Seeing Loki in such a light made him seem less like an enemy and more like a confused man, lost in the shadows of his past. His words struck a chord within Tony and he suddenly felt a communion with the man and maybe – empathy?

~*~

Clint fumbled in his pocket for his phone.

“Fury? This is Hawkeye. The Captain, Black Widow and I have successfully finished off the phony replicas.”

“Good. There is a situation involving the Hulk that is rapidly progressing. He’s in downtown. Hurry.”

Click.

Clint sighed and realized that he was going from one battle ground to another. He stood up and brushed himself off before turning to his comrades.

“That was Fury. He said to head to downtown to help contain a situation involving the Hulk,” Clint told Steve and Natasha as he sighed from exhaustion.

“Right now?” Steve’s eyes widened in surprise – he was still trying to catch his breath. Natasha put a hand on his shoulder.

“Welcome to the Avengers,” she smiled.

None of them noticed one smirking replica disappearing in a fog of green.

~*~

Tony felt a hard hit strike him on the shoulder, but when he looked around no one was near him. He looked at Loki and watched as both Loki and the ice world began disintegrating. Moments later, another hard hit brought him back to reality and he saw that the blonde man from the station was above him. He jolted to the side and avoided another hit. He didn’t know if the man was his ally or not, but he decided that dealing with him could wait. He powered up again and flew past the man, knocking him off balance.

Not to be deterred, Thor quickly stood up and chased after the strange man in a red iron suit. He stopped abruptly as he saw the green giant he was fighting earlier. The Hulk had began climbing a building and Tony saw his opportunity and fired one of his beams into the Hulk’s back which caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground below, creating a crater in the cement. He flew towards him in hopes of stopping him when he saw the Hulk stand up. He stood there with a devious smile playing on the corner of his lips before he was encircle by a green glow and vanished.

“Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Tony groaned as he saw the Hulk disappear.

Thor watched the scene from a few feet away. Instantly he knew that Loki was part of the chaos since he recognized his trademark hue. Although he was delighted that his brother was indeed alive and on Earth, he felt a sickening feeling brew in the pit of his stomach.

~*~

Author’s Notes: YAY! My very first action scenes – how did I do? Remember, reviews help me writer faster (wink)! Also, please do not post my story or link to it on any other website without my permission. Thanks!
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