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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. Yay! This is one of the longest chapters yet! I'd like to give a big thank-you to Otaku330, for her stirling work on the asthma attack scene (yes, that wonderfully discriptive paragraph is hers, I just worked out a way to fit it in the story.)
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Late that afternoon, the rescue team took a sudden detour when the tachyon particle detector Natasha was carrying lit up. Following both the strongest signal, they found the emergence point for their two teleported charges. Logan found a small, rickety lean-to had been formed at the base of a pine tree not far away, but it was obvious it hadn’t been used since the first night the pair was on their own.
“The scent-trail leads that way, downhill.” Wolverine jerked his head to indicate the direction. “Smart thing to do, that’s where they’d find water.”
“There’s a creek about five, six hours hike from here.” Tanya pointed in the same direction. “If they found the water they were looking for, that’s where they’ll be.
Heading out, following Wolverine’s nose, the group was cheerful about their new clue, unaware that they weren’t the only ones about to make a discovery.
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Viper bit back a scream. She hated this assignment, but she couldn’t have turned it down, not with the threat to her darling little kitsune. Nihilist she may be, but the sweet child had a firm grip on the withered husk currently passing for Viper’s heart. She was also losing her fight for the patience to cope with the witless robotic helper she’d been saddled with, ‘courtesy’ of Von Doom. “No, you stupid bag of bolts! You’re supposed to be doing a global scan for the Grim Reaper, not snooping about with life-sign scans in the forest.” The Doombot paid no attention to her, instead focusing on the controls for the spy drone it had re-tasked from the Latverian military. As she reached across its barrel-chest to snatch at the joystick it was maneuvering, she caught sight of something that made her previous anger vanish. Activating the intercom button, she sent out a jubilant cry; “Tolanski, Stromer, Jackson! Report to the motor pool, boys, we’ve got him!” Then softer, with deep satisfaction, she spoke to herself. “Hope you got the most out of him, girl, because your boy toy’s going away for a long time.”
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The screen Viper was looking at showed the two lovers sat on their sun-warmed rock tossing stones at the water. From the closeness of the two, the way they leaned into one another, their connection was visible. However, the drone couldn’t pick up the way the two lit up when they touched, or the quiet subtext of their pastime.
Steve wasn’t very good at skipping rocks, having grown up in a city with no real lakes, and his need to start work when his mom got sick had kept him from practicing in Central Park. Karen was fairly good, getting seven or more skips on most throws, but when she saw him get frustrated, she started flubbing. He knew she was missing on purpose, but couldn’t find a way to say anything without sounding insecure. Instead, she started up a line of conversation.
“So…I pretty much told you my life story, and I didn’t even know you real name at the time.”
“I couldn’t tell you, for your safety. You know that.”
“I’m not saying you should have then, just that you should now.” She poked him in the ribs. “So spill already!”
Acquiescing to her playful ‘demand’, he told her about being raised by his mother, about the Great Depression, his mother’s death, the fights, Bucky, Erskine, the War, even Peggy. He poured out all the things he’d never told anyone, not even his team. When the other Avengers had badgered him about his past, he’d put them off, afraid that re-hashing the painful parts would increase the pain. Instead, telling Karen lessened the ache of lost friends and family.
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As the team of heroes found the creek, which necessitated a brief pause while Wolverine cast about for the scent, a low groan from upstream caught their attention. Upon investigation, they found a shallow cave containing the malnourished form of the man whose interference had caused the uncontrolled slingshot in the first place. As Cate and Natasha argued for a mercy shot with Tanya and Clint, who wanted to get him medical care, Logan wandered off to get away from the fight that had nothing to do with him. Catching a familiar yet unexpected scent, he was about to call out to his companions when a scarf soaked in green liquid covered his face.
“Damn, we’ll have to get him back to the lab before we can do anything else. At least we’ve deprived them of a tracker.”
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Not far away, Steve and Karen were searching the woods for any other forms of edible plants, as they didn’t want to over-harvest the blackberry patch. Little knowing that both rescue and capture were so close, the pair scanned the woods in quiet companionship. Then the wind shifted, carrying the odor of the liquid Viper had used on Logan. First it was a simple stink, bitter and acrid, but the burnt-plastic scent grew worse and worse. Although distant enough that Karen could barely smell it, Steve had a stronger reaction.
All of a sudden it hit him like a brick wall. The strong chemical smell assaulted his nostrils before engulfing his lungs in a sea of flames. Steve's breathing became ragged causing his throat to ache as it started to dry-out. His head felt like somebody had stuck it in an ever tightening vice, the throbbing pain like countless nails being drilled into his skull. Hyperventilating, he clutched onto the closest thing he could find as the world around him began to spin like a carousel. Before he knew it his vision had darkened and he was swept into unconsciousness.
Karen nearly panicked, only her concern for Steve keeping her calm. Looping her arm around his ribs, she hauled him back toward the camp. Fortunately, he was light, and her strength held out until he began to come to. His motions were still rocky, as though he were on the rocking deck of a ship, giving her the oddest impression of Captain Jack Sparrow. Upon reaching the lake, the groggy man fell to his knees and began scooping up water, barely refraining from gulping it down. It had been over seventy years since he’d had an attack that bad, but he still remembered his mother’s advice never to gulp a drink after an ‘episode’ as they’d called them, tempting though it may be. As the fire in his chest faded, he became more aware of the painful, but less acute, headache growing in throbbing beats behind his left eye. The migraine was made worse by the lingering, itching burn in his sinuses. Sensing Karen beside him, worried, he tried to communicate what had happened, but with his raw, tight throat, all he could get out was, “S’ok. ‘m alright, just… gahhh.” At this point a stray beam of sun hit his eye, sending blinding pain ricocheting through his head. Clasping his head, trying to block the light, sent a pretty clear signal to Karen, who carefully led him back to the tree, where he laid down to rest for a bit.
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“Logan! Logan, where are you!” After much debate, the less extreme side of the argument had won, and the team was readying to take Reaper back to town for medical care. However, one member of the team was missing. After calling, searching the immediate surroundings, and revving the ATV’s engines, the team had to conclude that they had lost another member.
“Oh for Pete’s sake! How did we misplace Wolverine?” Clint threw up his hands in exasperation. “It’s not like he’s the key to the Quinjet. The guy weighs close to three hundred pounds with all that adamantium, and he’s not exactly quiet, with the growling and the cussing.”
Cate hurried up after a last sweep of the area. “I don’t think we misplaced him, I found an unlit Te Amo cigar over by some broken shrubs. It must have fallen out of his pocket, which, knowing his five-a-day habit, had to have happened when he was ambushed. He wouldn’t just drop it. We aren’t alone in this forest, and they aren’t friendly.”
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Hauling the unconscious mutant had proved more difficult than expected. Jackson had wrenched his shoulder out of joint just trying to catch him, and Stromer broke a rib when he slipped going up a hill, and Wolverine’s heavy frame had landed on him. *Serves him right for sheer stupidity* Viper thought. *Hopefully we can still use him for something. He is rather attractive, it’s just a pity that handsome head is empty.* In the end, they’d had to send for a pair of Doombots to carry the metal-boned man, giving Viper an excellent idea. Once they’d stored their catch in a secure holding cell, she went straight to Von Doom’s throne room to petition him. Her plan must have pleased the dictator, because he granted her request for ten Doombots. Unfortunately, re-assigning the tasks of the robots would take a while, so the retrieval would have to wait until the obedience protocols could be given to Viper’s team.
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That evening Steve and Karen amused themselves by playing rock-paper-scissors, the winner getting a turn to ask a question of the loser. Karen had proposed the game, saying that she’d seen it played in a movie once, but whatever the inspiration, Steve liked the casual approach to getting to know each other better, one that kept their minds off sex.
“Hmm, what’s your favorite color?” Steve grinned ruefully, knowing that question was duller than dull.
She wrinkled her nose and quirked her eyebrow in a face that clearly said ‘you’ve got to be joking’. “I like yellow and blue, they feel like happy colors. But I expect better from you next time.” They readied their hands for the next go, which Steve won again.
“Well, there was one thing I wanted to know, but I gotta admit that it’s a bit embarrassing. I’m not what you’d call up-to-date on a lot of things, so…” Finally steeling himself to ask her what was sure to be an awkward question he let the words burst out. “What’d you mean when you said ‘condoms and the pill’?”
Karen couldn’t help laughing at the rushed way he’d blurted out his question, the words blurring together near the end as his mouth raced to keep up. Seeing that this was being taken the wrong way, she quickly course-corrected. “No, no, I’m not laughing at you, just that the answer is related to female biology, and I’ve never yet met a guy who didn’t get all flustered and panicky when a woman starts talking about ‘girly problems’. It’s just funny to get asked that is all.” When he’d calmed down, she continued. “I’m sure you know about condoms, but maybe they were called something else then, I read once that they were called French letters in the twenties.” Seeing the light dawn in his eyes, she hurried to add, “But the ones today are much more effective and more comfortable.”
“As for the pill, that’s a medicine that, if I take it every day, keeps me from getting preggers. I’m not ready for a kid, you know.” Letting the quick information sink in for only a moment, she hurried the next game, her rock crushing his scissors.
“I could be totally evil and ask you what your favorite color is, but I think I’m going to let the irony rest. Something you said earlier made me want to ask, what is your religion anyway?”
“I was raised Catholic, but I haven’t been to mass in a while. I went once after I got thawed out, but they’d changed so much, and it just didn’t feel like it used to. I’d say I’m still Catholic, but the Church I knew is gone now, so… I don’t know.”
“Ahh, it’s like I always say, Religion is for people afraid of Hell. Spirituality is for people who’ve been there and don’t want to go back. Just so you know, that’s what I count myself as, Spiritual, but not Religious.”
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