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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. Wow! I had no idea that was going to be such a fast turnaround. So you get three chapters this week, yay! However, the next chapter got really long, so I'm turning it into two chapters, and editing always takes me longer than writing, so it may be a bit before I update, maybe a week? I had hoped to wrap this up on the anny of the fic, but barring intervention it may be until halloween. So that's the State of the Story. Read, review, you know the drill.
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The Avengers steadily cleared the tunnels under Doom’s castle, staying quiet and on point. Gaining entry had been a relatively simple matter; Tanya had pointed them to a place where the natural-cave section opened up behind a waterfall. Once in, they worked quickly, and as a team they swept through the tunnels, finally reaching the carved portion. Entering where they had seemed to have put them at the enemy’s back, and they successfully took down half a dozen Doombots and numerous armed guards from behind. However, as they got closer to the hub of activity, it became clear there was something else going on.
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Steve was sweating profusely, his breathing labored and heavy. His arms felt both numb and sore at the same time, and his legs barely held his weight. He was vaguely aware of the Hydra scientists gabbling at one another, but he couldn’t focus enough to tell what they were so agitated about. He heard them say the word vermisst a lot, that meant missing, didn’t it? He also recognized ausbrechen; that meant escape, or break out. He fought to get his mind to connect the pieces. They were missing someone, a man, and someone else, a woman, had broken out of the dungeon. The only dungeon he knew of was empty, save for Karen. *Oh, God, please let her get free. I didn’t mean to get her hurt, I just felt so strange, and they were saying they’d hurt her, anyway… Please let her escape, please.*
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Karen had picked her way through the narrow stone halls, trying her best to remember any landmark or clue. She had a dim memory of almost coming around, before she really woke up for good in the lab, but was unable to locate where she had been. The paler stone on this hallway had seemed familiar, at first, but she was getting discouraged when she heard a voice call her name. Startled, she cautiously peered in the barred window of the thick prison door the voice came from. A stocky, hairy and very naked man hung spread-eagle by his wrists from chains suspended from the ceiling, his legs similarly chained to the floor. His shaggy head hung limp, for a moment, then lifted, as the man moved his head as though he were a bloodhound casting for a scent.
“That is you, isn’t it? Your sister’s looking for ya, I was helpin’ ‘er, till I got caught. Think you can let me out?”
“How… how do I know that you’re telling the truth? You could be some kinda murderer, trying to trick me.”
“Huh. ‘Some kinda murderer?’ Yeah, I guess that could be said. Look, girl, what I do isn’t very nice, no, but I’m the best there is at it, and I always do my job right. An’ right now, my job is savin’ you and Steve Rogers. I can’t break out of here alone, and you can’t find your way out without my nose, so I think we’d better work together.”
“I’m not sure…I still need proof you came from my sister.”
“Fine, I can respect that. I track with my nose, so to get me your scent she gave me some of your laundry, a yellow sweater, and a really old stuffed toy rabbit with a bald spot on its side.”
Recalling her childhood toy, one of the only things they’d taken with them when their lives imploded, she felt hope, but in her life, that emotion was always tempered with distrust and suspicion. “What color was the rabbit?”
“I think it mighta been blue or purple, once, but its grey now.”
“Ok, I believe you. How do I get you out?”
Working with the man in the cell, she released the oversized metal gauntlets that covered his forearms. Dropping to the floor, the man rubbed at his arms and flexed his hands for a few minutes; she supposed getting the blood back into them. He then guided her through the same process for the ankle cuffs, at which point he stood up and told her to go find him some clothing. She protested that she still needed to get the door unlocked, but he insisted. Figuring the guy needed some degree of control after being chained up naked, she ducked into a room she’d noticed earlier, one that held coveralls. When she returned, however, she found the door cut to shreds, and her mystery friend was sprouting knife-like blades from his knuckles.
“I see you let yourself out.” Fear stiffened her aspect, as it always had, pulling a smooth and unflappable veneer over her inner gibbering terror. “I got you a pair of coveralls. I hope they fit, Mister….”
Logan chuckled, impressed by her cool acceptance of his deadlier side. “It’s just Logan, kid, and they’ll do.”
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The fog over Steve’s mind was lifting, enough to perceive the note of panic in the lab. Zola was directing the packing of some scientific looking thing, something with no obvious purpose and therefore most likely very important, the omnipresent Doombots were conspicuously missing and no-one was even looking at him. The manacles on his wrists started to hurt, and when he looked at them, he realized he was getting more muscular. It wasn’t a fast or sudden change, like when he first gained this body, but he could tell he was steadily regaining the physique he’d had as Captain America. Whatever the procedures had done, the result seemed to be a restoration of his super-soldier state.
As he was pondering whether this development could free him, he heard explosions from down one of the back halls. A few beats later he heard another round of blasts, closer, preceded by the distinctive twang of a bow, and followed by a deafening roar. *Hah! Good luck getting out of here now Zemo. Your little operation is going down now that the Avengers are here.* Sure enough, a few moments later, Thor came flying into the room, followed by the Hulk. On their heels came Hawkeye, Black Widow and a cobalt blue figure that looked like a cross between a big cat and an ape. Steve supposed that was a mutant, as he was wearing a leather suit of the kind used by many super-humans. The lab became a battlefield, the halls spewing hundreds of armed soldiers, Doombots, and lab assistants carrying high tech weapons. Things seemed grim for his teammates and the furred mutant, who had to focus on the heavy weaponry and the massive robots, leaving themselves open to attack from ordinary guns. As the last of the Doombots fell, the soldiers in the back of the formation broke and ran, a short, hairy man in a grey jumpsuit appearing from one of the corridors they had come from. The man held knives in his hands, it seemed, until Steve got a better look. *Those knives are coming out of his hands! How is that possible? It’s almost like…but he would be over a hundred now. Still, he looks an awful lot like him… it must be his son.* But as he watched the fluid motion of the new fighter, it became more and more clear. This man was James Howlett, as impossible as that was. *I suppose I really have no room to judge impossible anymore. But I’ll definitely have to buy him a drink and ask him how he pulled it off.*
The addition of Wolverine to the fight broke the resolve of the soldiers, and the Avengers stood victorious. A much-battered Tony flew into the room as Widow sprung the lock on Steve’s wrist cuffs, announcing that they should probably get out before the notoriously un-welcoming Dr. Doom woke up and took back his castle. As Steve was protesting that they’d have to go back into the dungeons for Karen, he was exuberantly tackled in a vice-grip hug that didn’t hurt quite as much now that he had his former body back. As the team evacuated through the cave-system, he swept her up to carry her in his arms, and she kissed him on the cheek quickly, before blushing, head tucked down shyly.
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The Avengers were all on the Quinjet headed home when everyone’s adrenaline rushes faded enough to let certain facts absorb, such as the sudden restoration of Steve’s restored abilities. The first to mention it was Karen, her already blunt way of speaking given an extra matter-of-factness by the extreme exhaustion.
“Did you get taller? You got taller. And you bulked up a bit. You’re not on steroids or anything, are you?”
“Hem, ah, no. Zola put me through…some procedures that got me back my old body, the one I had as Captain America. I suppose I have at least one thing to be grateful for in our capture, but I wish they hadn’t put you through that. How did you escape? Did James get you out?” He shot a grateful look at the burly man now uncomfortably settled in his seat.
The man in question grunted; then answered for an embarrassed Karen. “No, bub, she busted me out. Bastards had a magnetic cuff on my ankle, to keep my claws in. Couldn’t ‘a gotten out, if she hadn’t come by. An’ why’d ya call me James? Name’s Logan.”
“It was James once, James Howlett. You were a Canadian Ranger I fought beside once, though I thought for certain anybody from then would be either dead or decrepit. I take it you don’t recall?”
“Nope. Everything before ’79 is a wash. I was, well some things happened, and I wound up with a sort of amnesia.”
“Was that when you got the claw upgrade? I remember bone ones.” Seeing the discomfort on the mutant’s face, Steve quickly redirected the conversation. “If you’ll let me buy you a beer sometime, I’d like to talk old times, trip down memory lane and all. It might jog something loose. You still like Carling Black?”
“Yeah, and I just might take you up on that, bub.”
The rest of the flight passed quietly, and before the two rescued lovers knew it, they were landing on top of Avengers Tower, both being bustled away to be checked over by Jarvis’s medical protocols. After a gloriously hot shower, Karen fell right asleep on a wonderfully soft king-size bed in one of the tower’s many guest rooms.
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