#fractask

[obscuraxclea]

Task 001 : The Fallen Queen

6 Months ago

She wanted the good of her people, at heart, she wanted what was best. However, slowly, surely, her birthright poisened her mind and sent directives that were stricter than under any ruler. She wanted to make sure that no one would overthrow her and thus acted in consequence. Bend free will too much however and it will snap at one point. 

That is what happened to the Queen of the Dark Dimension. In all her strength of being the Sorceress Supreme, she could not avoid what had happened. The coup, the pain, the sorrow and finally the exile that followed. However, what was worse to her, was that she wasn’t worthy anymore. A portal had thrown her to Earth again, and while she was looking at the deep cut on her thigh , the slash seemed not to hurt as much as the realization that she couldn’t heal herself. She couldn’t get up, she didn’t have any strength left in her body to do anything but sit there and watch the red gushing out of her wound. She, once so strong, was now at the bottom, and she couldn’t bring herself to care , because she had failed, she had lost everything she had fought so hard to achieve. Now she was deemed unworthy, and it wasn’t fair. 

@stephen-v-strange

[shootstraight-nevermiss]

Task 001: Lagos

@sgt-barnes, @logan-t78a

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Gore, Murder

Transcript of Mission below:

Bucky: James tightened his grip around the shield's leather handles. This was it. This was going to end today or never. They had everything they needed. Sin's intel about Zemo's course of actions and locations and some other agents Bucky might have bullied. He still wasn't sure if bringing Clint with them was the best idea, but he promised it to him. Seemed... right? "Alright we got one shot at this. We wait for the exact location, then we enter the structure. Wanda you cover the back exit to prevent our target to leave. Sam, you got the other one as planned, Nat will have your back." He looked up at Clint "And we go fetch the bastard. Seems good for everyone ?"

Clint: Clint was technically retired. After getting his family back, he just couldn't do it anymore so he had left. It always somewhat pained him that he never got the opportunity to put an arrow in Zemo, but his family needed him more than ever. But then Clint got the call. They found him. So he suited up and now here he was, in Lagos with the rest of the team. He was barely paying attention to what Bucky was saying because he just wanted to get started, find the bastard and kill him for sure. He owed it to the him. But what Bucky didn't know was that Clint had called in someone else. Someone who also wanted a piece of him to give him a hand. They had a plan, he just had to wait. So, like the Hawk that he was, he kept a watch around the place until he saw Bucky's eyes on him. He just gave him a silent nod as he walked off. Nothing against the rest of them - he was here for one thing and one thing only.

Bucky: He waited for everyone's approval before reaching the edge of the roof they were standing on, waiting for the exact location of Zemo. He kneeled as he waited, keeping his doubts for himself. Maybe too loud however as he sensed Natasha putting her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, reassuring himself in her eyes for a second before looking at the team. "And don't forget. I know it's important for everyone here to catch him... But the team goes first, you hear me? Don't play vigilantes, for once." he found smart to add.

Clint: Clint heard what Bucky said and he was sure that it was more directed at him. No offense, Bucky, but this isn't your fight. He wasn't there to help the team. He was here for his own reasons. So when everyone began to disperse to their given objectives, Clint gave Nat a look, telling her that he was sorry for what he was about to do but that he needed to do it. That's when he pulled out his Avenger com and out in the one he had linked with Logan. "Alright, give me some good news, Wolvie. I think Barnes might be catching on to me here."

Logan: The plan was easy, logical and Logan only agreed when Bucky asked him to go and confirm the location, see if it was a trap and if something had to explode, well, he could handle it. He stayed in the shadows but saw their target, stealing him a small smile. He followed him at a reasonable distance and didn't stop when Clint's voice resonated in his com. "Oh really? Good job Barton. Maybe it gonna be a solo date then, if you can't handle the kid." He knew that the plan was to catch the man, but he didn't care, Zemo had to die, that was all, no bargain, no prison, just death. He didn't care what the justice could say, what the government could decided, Zemo was a personal problem since the moment who he started to lay into the kids. "6°33'27.5"N 3°22'54.7"E" He finally shared after checking his gimmick. "Barnes." He continued, changing his com. "6°27'00.5"N 3°26'21.7"E, this bastard still liked luxury." He lied for him, sending him in the opposite place than the real one where Zemo was.

Bucky: Jams waited for the moment Logan would share the location, and when it came into his coms, he didn't wait any longer. "Alright. We're going in." The team didn't need a look to go to their respective spots. Bucky waited for Clint before going in the building by one of the back doors, punching the few guards in their way. The element of surprise was their main advantage as Zemo was not expecting betrayal from his own ranks, selling intel to the Avengers directly. "Big room, north, we gotta be quick before he can do anything. come on."

Clint: "Just stick to the plan, Logan, and we'll be right as rain," Clint replied after memorizing the coordinates and sticking back in the other com. It was action time which meant Clint had to stick with Bucky before finding the opportune moment to slip away. So he stuck by him, pretending he was going along with him..if everything worked, Bucky wouldn't realize he was sneaking off before it was too late. "He still there, Logan?" He asked in the communal com. His hands were gripping his bow tightly. He was ready for this.

Logan: Logan managed to stay patient but he sighed at Barton's words. "I ain't sure it's working like that, just move your birdy ass." He replied to this com before waiting for the rest. "Yup." He just added at the question, he remembered this big room, he didn't really lie about the location shared to the big team, Zemo was there, his mobs were probably still in the building, but their main target left 2 hours ago. He was now busy with what seemed to be a transaction. "Not sure he will stay there much longer tho."

Bucky: Bucky was a soldier, but he was far away from being stupid. He worked with too many men and women in this area of their job to know certain things. For now he acted blind, but he could tell things were off, he could tell things were untold and so kept an eye on everything. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to... betray him. He tightened his grip on his shield and moved toward the location, addressing Clint a look before going in. He opened the door, shoot the shield at the men in the room, gave some punches. But then he froze as he realized. "Bloody hell, Logan, where is he?"

Clint: Clint knew that he was going to have to move fast if they were going to catch the bastard, but he couldn't just leave Bucky. Not yet. They needed to get to the spot Logan had told Bucky first so he didn't raise too much suspicion. So he played along, counting down the seconds until he could make his move. He nodded at Bucky before they entered the room, letting Bucky take down the lone man while holding up his bone. "He must have just left the room," he lied, knowing full well that that wasn't the case at all. "I'll do a perimeter check outside. He can't have gone too far." He slid the arrow back into his quiver but held firm on his bow. It would be easier to run like that.

Logan: "Must be there, I'm still smelling his Dolce & Gabbana bullshit perfume." He lied but not on the details. He had nothing else to do than wait, so he did, lighting a cigar to deal with the time being long. "Want to me to check somewhere kid?" He asked but calmly started to smoke.

Bucky: He was most of all afraid of losing their advantage of taking them by surprise. Zemo didn't know. Seemed like their only weapon right now. He gritted his teeth. "Negative." he answered Logan. "Stay put. We got the others around. He can't escape." He turned towards Clint. "Check those rooms instead, I'll go over there. Stay on this side don't let them divide us."

Clint: Clint was expecting different orders from Bucky, which is why he had his own excuse all lined up. "If he's in one of the other rooms, chances are he saw us come in. It would be better if one of us what outside incase he tried to jackrabbit. In this case, it's better to split up."

Bucky: James squinted a bit as he looked at Clint. "The exits are guarded by the others already." He wouldn't let him go alone, they needed to work as a team. But then James heard people coming at them rather quickly from behind the doors. "Do it quick then. I'll go this way."

Clint: It went over a lot better than Clint expected and gave him a nod. Now that he was free of Bucky, he could go do what he actually came to Lagos to do. Once he was out of sight of Bucky he put in his com he had with Logan. "Alright, I got away. I'm heading to you. You still remember the plan, right?"

Logan: His cigar was almost finished when Clint voice showed up again. "'Bout time." He replied and raised an eyebrow at his question. "'Might be old but I ain't senile yet." Logan stubbed out his cigar and finally left his hideout. "I'm going to set the table, don't be late for the dessert." He joked, meaning to catch this bastard, kill his few guards and get him ready for the rest of the night.

Clint: "Don't worry, I won't be," Clint replied. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time and he wasn't about to mess it all up. Not now, when he was so close. Zemo was not planning on this, and Clint was counting on it. Clint got to the rendezvous spot and notched an arrow. "Alright, Logan, I'm in position. I'm ready to set the bait. Just give me the word when he's clear."

Logan: "Still waiting..." Logan pointed out and moved to clear the way, killing some guards here and there, taking his time 'cause damn this idiot wasn't that fast and avoided the alarms. The last ones were sharing the same warehouse that Zemo, so they had to wait, lucky them. He couldn't see them, but he was surely hearing their beating hearts. "Clear. His 3 boyfriends are still there tho." Logan sighed and took his lighter to heat his blades.

Clint: "Don't worry, I got this. Just wait for my word." Clint pulled back the bow just a little bit more, adding more tension for a brief second as he took a breath. This was it. It was now or never. He had a brief thought. He could not do this. He could call Bucky, tell him he found Zemo and back out. He could walk away. Maybe it was better if he did, but he didn't want to. He wanted to end this. Clint thought about everything Zemo had destroyed. Himself, Wanda, Kate, Logan, Barney, Laura, Tony.....it just angered him more and more the more he thought about everything Zemo had done. No, keeping him alive was too risky. Clint knew what he had to do. And with that thought, he aimed the flare arrow up into the sky and launched it.

The red light exploded in the air, giving anyone a good read as to where he was. Zemo surely would know who sent it, especially when he saw the arrow shaft fall back to the ground. He would pick it up later....maybe. Just to give it that extra little oomph, Clint yelled, "ZEMO! COME FACE ME, YOU COWARD!"

Clint waited and waited until he spotted Zemo appear with his "boyfriends," as Logan called them. "Agent Barton." Clint sneered when he saw that smug-ass look on his face. "Where are your friends?"

"Doesn't matter. This is between you and me." Zemo seemed amused by Clint's statement, but Clint expected that. His hubris would be his downfall. "Why don't you send your little goons away so we can pick up where we left off? Unless you're too much of a coward to hide behind our henchmen."

There was something in Zemo's eyes telling Clint he was much too eager to show Clint what he could do. With a simple wave of his hand, Zemo's goons left just before he casually strolled back towards him. "Last I remembered, you were no match for me, Barton."

"Yeah, well last time I was injured and starved. Not exactly fair. Now, we're on even playing ground."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I know you can hit me with that bow of yours before I get too close."

"That's why I brought something else." Clint put his bow away and pulled out the extra toy he had brought along - a sword. It was one he had "borrowed" from the compound. He'd give it back....maybe. "Doesn't matter what I use, though, you're not leaving this place."

"Is that a promise?" Zemo pulled his sword from his own sheath, getting into a stance that Clint remembered all too well from their last encounter. "Yes, it is."

Maybe it was reckless, maybe it was stupid, but Clint rushed Zemo, sword, back and ready to strike. He knew Zemo would see it coming and block with ease, but this was all part of the plan. He just had to occupy Zemo enough before the plan fell in place. Swords clashed with a ring of metal in the air as they stuck, parried and danced around one another in a deadly dance of dueling. "You've gotten better, Agent Barton," Zemo commented as he parried another blow and struck out.

"It's amazing what someone can do when they're determined."

Zemo chuckled as he parried Clint's next blow. "Your determination will get you nowhere, though. Your angry, which blinds you. I can see it in your eyes. Your anger will be your downfall."

Clint did a few more strikes before their swords met again and they pushed against one another. It was now or never. "And your self-inflated ego will be yours. You see, you're not the only one who you managed to piss off." With that cue for Logan, Clint pushed Zemo back to give Logan the room he would need.

Logan: Deep breaths, Logan couldn't lose his control right now, waiting was playing on his nerves but it was the last act, he could manage this last wait. The old man felt the movement, he slowly moved in the shadows. He let Clint do the distraction, swords fight? Meh, who was he to judge? He only came closer to the remaining guards, tacking advantage that Zemo was busy fighting to deal with them. And just like he did before, Logan killed them before they could understand what was happening, clean work. And god the timing was perfect. "Hi." Logan simply said when Clint pushed off Zemo. His hands were already bloody. "Sorry for your guys, they were in the way."

Oh he could hear heart beat climbing up and damn it felt good, walking closer, Logan only sped up when Zemo moved his hand to call back up. With no warning the mutant cut his hand but didn't flinch when Zemo groaned in pain and reacted by stabbing Logan in the chest with his sword. "..." It was probably fair enough but of course useless. "Right... no more stupid moves then." 'Cause Zemo just did two. The bastard wasn't bleeding, he was missing a hand but Logan's claws were still burning from the preparation he did, it would have been a shame to lose the man from a stupid anemia. Logan pulled out the sword from his body and threw it away before stabbing the fucking bastard in his right knee, forcing him to kneel. The man might scream, he might not, actually Logan didn't give a shit, he wanted the man dead. It was personal right but most of that it had to be done. He was too old and too fucked up to believe in justice, he couldn't give him a chance to survive this, to escape. Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do but Logan never cared about that, not this time at least, not when the list of the victims was already too long. "Yours." He finally said, sharing a look to Clint. Again, involving Clint wasn't probably the best thing to do, but, Logan could respect his need for revenge, it will obviously not solve everything but it will for sure help.

Clint: Clint stood to the side, letting Logan get his hits in. Logan needed a few, especially what happened to the kids that Zemo had grabbed. But they had a deal. He didn't even flinch when Logan cut off his hand. Zemo wasn't going to need it anymore. He stood by, watching with each blow, waiting until Logan was done. With Zemo on his knees, Clint sheathed his own sword and grabbed his bow. "You've taken too much. You've taken away friendships," he paused, firing an arrow into Zemo's left shoulder, "You've taken away kids," another arrow, into Zemo's right, "Sanity." That arrow had gone in his leg, keeping him pinned to the floor. Each name he would speak would come with another arrow in some place Clint deemed. "Kate, Wanda, Kitty, Bobby, Tony.....Laura." At this point, Zemo, was essentially a human pin cushion. A:rrows were protruding from Zemo's body and Clint knew that eventually, he'd die from the these wounds, but it wasn't enough.

"Last I saw you, I told you that you would lose and I would personally be there when you did." Without warning, Clint took his hunting knife and stuck in the same spot Zemo had speared him with a sword all those years ago. "I've thought about this moment for a long damn time, asshole." With a slow turn of his wrist, he twisted the knife in Zemo's abdomen, finally getting a bit of a yell, even if it was more guttural from the bastard. But when Clint stopped, Zemo actually began to laugh. "What's so funny, asshole?"

"You think you've won, but you haven't. I have, Agent Barton. You became the monster once again. You are finally broken." Clint ground his teeth, leaving the knife as he grabbed Zemo's sword that Logan had thrown away. In his other, he grabbed his own and scissored them around Zemo's neck. "You will be haunted by this moment for the rest of your life, Barton. This will not save your soul."

"Maybe not," Clint muttered, his voice straight and level, "But I'll live with it. See you in Hell." And with a swift move, Clint closed the swords, slicing right through Zemo's neck and cutting his head clean off. Zemo's head rolled a few feet away and while Clint could have left him like that, he had one more thing to do. He sheathed both of the swords this time and grabbed two arrows. He pierced the man's dead eyeballs with them and speared the head onto one of the arrows protruding from his body. It was finally over.

Logan: Was it a good idea to let this idiot take the responsibility of this kill? Probably not. But Logan didn't stop him, Zemo wasn't totally wrong but the mutant could understand this need of vengeance. He wasn't an example to follow about that, like he was actually the worst but he knew. He knew that this death will not resolve everything but it will probably be a good start despite the consequences. So Logan shut the fuck up, he didn't look away when Clint killed the man, he didn't flinch and he definitively didn't say a thing. It was over, the bastard was dead and it felt less good than Logan still expected. The mutant sighed, with no smile and cocked an eyebrow when Clint played the put all the body pieces together, he wasn't here to judge but god this was overkilled, even for him. Anyway, he finally came closer to Clint and the dead body and spoke. "C'mon man. Let's move." His claws withdrawn since a while now, Logan put a hand on the shoulder's man, inviting him to move. And if he could have ask of he was feeling ok, he just didn't, he bloody knew the feeling, he wasn't discovering it this night and he bloody knew that a drink will be more helpful than a little pep talk.

Clint: Yeah, sure, it was probably overkill, but Clint felt he needed to do it. To show the world he was finally gone. No tricks, no surprise appearances. He needed to see it, but yet somehow, he still felt hollow. Clint thought that if he killed Zemo, it would be done and he would feel better. More fulfilled. Yet, Clint didn't feel that way. Why didn't he feel right? As he stared down at the corpse, he muddled through his thoughts, trying to make sense of it until Logan broke his trance. "Yeah," he said softly, letting Logan guide him away while he still tried to make sense of his lack of feelings.

[twlvepercent]

Task 001 : Pepper Spray

      “It’s fine, I got it.” With both her hands on the side of the building, she pushed with her jet-boots to maintain the building up. The armor was built to rescue heavy stuff as well. She was working on some “suits exercises” on the coast when the first tremor happened. She was lucky to see the school nearby, about to be crushed by it. She didn’t use a single weapon, but her bare hands in the armor powered by Tony’s reactor energy. //Miss Potts, I detect a commercial plane nearby in distress with high risks to --// “We go.” This day wasn’t supposed to be like that, but she loved being Rescue too much. She reached the plane who was about to crash in a few minutes. “... Tony’s going to kill me again.” //You can do it Miss Potts.// “Activate the shields, prepare the magnetic fields for impact and get ready.” I can’t do it, she thought. But she did. //Speed and mass calculated, revulsion redirected on fields generator. You can proceed.// Pepper felt the power beneath her feet and the reactor on the suit’s chest. Rescue then charged bother her hands and created an enormous force field around the plane trying to control its speed and then pushed with all her strength. //Plane under control. Congratulations again Miss Potts, you avoided a crash.//  

      She left the suit once in her office and passed a towel on her face. She sat down, opened her letters until she came across a fine paper, and a fine picture, a logo. It made her pause, and smile. Her first baby, ever. “Miss Potts, may I come in?” The redhead cocked an eyebrow at the sight of Norman Osborn already in her office. “You already are, but, please, be my guest. I’m sorry, we’re about to close, what is it I can help you with?” She wasn’t stupid, she knew who he was and why he was there. But he was in her building and she’d treat him like everyone else. “We had an appointment two hours ago.” “Ah yes, I’m sorry I had priorities over a meeting we could easily report for some other day in the week. My assistant called you about that.” “She did, but I assumed I’d come anyway. This is an urgent matter and I’m sure is more important than whatever you were fighting in Stark’s armor an hour ago if you don’t want to end up in prison.” He smiled then, a smile Pepper knew too well on people assuming they were about to crush her down. But she was Pepper Potts. And no one was threatening her without her defending herself. “I’m sure you know about the new law which --” “I know about it.” she cut him. “Then you sho--” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mister Osborn. I am not eligible for this registration of yours.” “You fly around with a suit of armor full of weapons, risking lives every day and responding to no one besides yourself and Stark.” She frowned. “First of all, this suit has no weapon. Come on, look at it, it’s right here.” she pointed at the suit in a corner. “It’s just a suit with R.T technology, green energy as a generator. I’d be happy to share with you the list of its components. You’ll see no weapon of any sort in here. Secondly, this suit is a gift from Tony Stark to Resilient and is going to help us with our medical technology in the future. Whatever you saw me doing this morning what basics exercises. And doing so, met people needing my help. I figured I’d rescue them. Since you weren’t there.” He looked pissed. “I’ll take that list. But don’t think you’re going to fool me with this story.” “What story? I just received my new logo for Resilient. It’s happening and I’m very happy about it.” she gave him the logo she just received. “It’s my company and mine alone. Friends helped me along the way, I respect them. But it’s mine. I respond to no one. Not Stark, not you, but myself and I’ll prove it in a near future. I won’t sign the registration act since I can’t. But I’ll continue to help around if I find myself in this kind of situation. And if I find the time to do so, which will be complicated in the times to come.” She stood up and gave him a polite smile. “Now, remember that if we had met this morning, hundreds of people would've died today. If you care about those things. So mind your manners and think twice before coming in my building to threaten me. Have a nice day.” she poured herself a glass of water, waiting for him to leave.

[dominoxladyluck]

Task 001: A Glimpse at the Life of Domino

“Another job well done.”

[hydraqueenofsin]

Task 001: Long Live the Queen

Sin watched the video footage of Zemo getting murdered on a loop, laughing each time when the killing blow came. It was so fulfilling to watch the usurper finally get what was coming to him. It all played perfectly and while she hadn’t expected some civilian to film the footage and put it up on the internet, but it only made her rise that much sweeter. Her power was absolute. Under her, Hydra would become the powerhouse it once was, and more.

After watching the film once more, she closed the file on her phone before dialing a number and putting the device to her ear. “It’s me....Yes, I need more forces to mobilize in New York. I want Barnes found and brought to me, preferably alive. Will you make sure Norman gets the message?....I don’t care how you do it, just get it done, unless you want to lose your position in that fancy office of yours, Maggie.....I’m glad we could come to an agreement.”

With a grin, she closed her phone and got up from the park bench she had been sitting on. Damn, it was good to be the queen.

[icarusofhousestark]

Task 001 : Captain’s Kirk logs

- taping begins - 

Tony sighed and rubbed his neck, looking at the broken helmet he kept all his secrets in since he started this project on the Peak. It was quiet in space, especially where he liked to hang out , splendid vue. 

“ October 20th 2022 , it’s 3 AM EST on Earth , I just came back. Every time I feel like down there gets more and more foreign. “

He shifted.

“I had no idea what to expect when I started Peak, the thrill of just building something new ....I didn’t realize how important this all was, how big the universe really were....I used to be afraid of what was out there, Earth needed protecting, that was Wanda’s vision ...but ...I was wrong ... the universe is fine...most people are just like us...trying to survive in this goddamn absurdity of life. “

He scratched his beard and leaned against a pile of boxes. 

“  Why didn’t you say anything Tony ?  .... that’s what Steve told me after everything and by everything I mean the great Bruckheimer show of throwing everything and anything at me for the actions of the Avengers. It took that to get Rogers to get out of retirement , moral support  I suppose...or shared responsibility...because we created the Avengers .....maybe it’s my fault ...I let them alone ... god knows these kids don’t know how to clean a coffee machine, let alone make sure to not become the very thing they hate.... “

Tony closed his eyes. Interrogation, after interrogation, Shield, NSA, CIA , United Nations, his name dragged in the mud with a few others, he thought he could handle it, it all eventually caught up to him afterwards, when he was alone, all the anxiety. No one had said anything to him upon returning to Peak, they all left him space. 

“ I haven’t said anything because there were no point in ratting out my family ... no matter how much I disagree, no matter how I should have by now made them all turn themselves in...I can’t carry them ...only love them....there’s a registration ... I’m gonna sign it ... not because I have to ...but because it’s necessary to protect everyone involved....I am scared however, that not everyone will view it that way... I really don’t want to face that again ....”

he whispered, still traumatized by his stay with the Skrulls, the mental torture of it and stopped the recording. 

“It’s not your fault Tony” 

Tony lifted his head to spot Gamora. 

“It isn’t ? This is the path I started more than ten years ago....this is where it led. “

Gamora sat down next to Tony.

“I am a monster for some , I’ve killed thousands,but no one saw it, they did not expect a hero to be that violent, civilians forget some truths behind actions, I do hope they see that it was all for a greater good.....”

“You take enough blame for others, Tony, let those people take their responsibility too, I know you think they are your family ... but to us you are too now...and we all worried about you “

She put a hand on his shoulder.

“Whatever your decide, we’re behind you.”

And that actually made Tony smile, and he put his hand on Gamora’s patting it before she stood up and left him be. 

[sgt-barnes-archived]

Task 001 : Winds of Winter

2 years ago. As soon as Barton was off of sight, Bucky put the shield in front of him, ready to welcome the Hydra agents coming his way. He and the Avengers were attacking Zemo this time, in Lagos. He really wanted the team to remain together and work as a team, and maybe his doubts were real when he watched Clint go away. He doubted him telling the all truth here, he doubted he’d let Zemo be their captive and breathe. Too much to think as the leader of their team. Right now he needed them at certain places, he could contain the Hydra agents by himself. 

And it went pretty well, they were all down. Until the last two came from nowhere, watching since the beginning their toy fighting. Barnes deeply breathed in after the fight, looking up at them and he froze on both his feet. They should've died. They shouldn’t be there. “No...” He whispered for himself, making a step back. “Oh, yes, Soldat.” One spoke in perfect Russian. He was scared for a minute. Because those two were the two old KGB’s agents who used to put him into cryostasis and such, most of the time playing with the programming in his head. Then he heard Nat in his coms and he blinked. “James? What is it? I don’t have any visual.” “Don't -- come here.” She wanted to know more but he activated the safety on his coms Tony made for him, so he wouldn’t be triggered by the damn words again. And so she understood. 

Captain America did not hesitate and lifted his gun up at them. “Don’t move. I won’t hesitate.” They continued in English with a strong accent: “Oh, we know that. We watched you. But you’re not what you think you are. You’re not that uniform and shield, whatever you tell yourself. You will always be what you fear, and ours.” James didn’t reply but tighten his grip on his shield and gun. These two men fed him with so much anger towards them, hate, urge to murder. They had history. They were also the ones discovering his forbidden relationship with Natasha back in the Red Room days. The ones erasing their memories. The only good ones they had, making them very much human. But despite all of this, despite all the hate he felt towards them, he didn’t want to kill them right away. He was who he wanted to be. And he wasn’t theirs. “No. You should know that by now. You’re trapped, you won’t escape. Surrender, now.” They smiled and then talked again. But James couldn’t hear what they had to say. He heard the beginning only because his earphones cut it all for him. They were trying to reprogram him with the words and seemed upset when they saw it didn’t have any effect on him.

“James, talk to me, what is going on?!” “Where’s Barton?” “...” “I need him, make him come right now!” “I’m coming.” “No!” He urged her. She was not the best one to deal with those two, she had history too with them, and he couldn’t tell her or she’ll come as well. “Why, Soldat? It’s been so long since I’ve seen her redhead.” Oh, Bucky didn’t expect that. Neither did he expect the blow on his neck which put him down on the ground, the head suddenly heavy. He was too focused on the two scientists he didn’t see that one coming. But that voice... “Leo...” he moaned in pain, fighting to keep his eyes open. He trained him well, that should-have-been-Winter-Soldier. “That’s right. And I’m happy to be the one that will take you back home.” And of course, in the soldiers Bucky trained during his bad days working for Russia, Leo was the worst. It took him great strength to sit up straight and throw his shield at Leo, making him stumbled a bit. But here, James was not at his best and his try failed very quickly, eating the floor again after a few exchanges of punches, his blood covering the ground from his nose and mouth. “Clint... for fuck’s sake...” he moaned, not really listening to the other voices calling for him. His head burnt, his eyes couldn't see clear and his senses were failing him. He only felt Leo’s hands on his head, trying to put the earphones off. When he understood, Bucky bravely fought again, firing into Leo’s legs with his hidden gun, even trying to use his knife on him. But nothing worked really good. He heard Natasha’s voice again, but then, then she wasn’t here anymore and the earphones as well.

Leo put him back on his feet to make sure he was listening and then the two scientists started to pronounce the trigger words. Even his work with Charles-Xavier couldn’t prevent Bucky to fall for that. It helped him not to fall too quickly however. Or at least, in a way to help him defend himself. At first, it didn’t do anything, just putting a quick migraine up his head. But then, then he felt it, he felt him. The Winter Soldier. Coming back in, making the walls tumble one by one with such simplicity it scared him. And if he hated someone more than those two it was the Soldier. The rage boiled inside of him as he felt his head coming crazy, trying to drown him. James screamed, find new strength in him to push Leo away, knock him off.

He turned to the two scientists, still trying to trigger him, but James took his shield and threw it on one of them with such brutality he fell down, coughing hard. Barnes jumped on the other one, taking his head to push him against a wall, knocking his head against it again, and again, and again, screaming with such pain and rage at him to shut up and “-- shut up shut up shut up shut up --” He was unable to identify what he was truly doing, what was right or wrong. He just wanted it to stop, now and forever. And so he hit, and hit, and hit with his bionic arm until the Russian man’s cries stopped and his skin and hair covered the wall already painted in red. Eventually, James let go when the other one hit him from behind, letting the already dead man down. The second one found himself with a bionic fist punch on his torso and couldn’t breathe anymore. Barnes took his knife on the floor and walked to him taking him by the collar. The American was crying, tears streaming down his face. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, he would hate it, they would hate it, it would throw away everything he fought for, everything he stood for... But the pain was too much, the soldier inside of him was still there, trying to make himself a place, trying to become one, to make him understand. And he couldn’t live knowing these two could speak to anyone. He put the blade on the Russian’s throat. “You will.... never... touch... speak to... and control... anyone.... ever..... again. No one... will be your toy... You don’t get to... choose who I am.... who... people... are... For what you did... to me.... to us... I’ll gladly... lose the most... precious thing I have...” On these words, his face crumpled as he cut the man throat, the blood spraying him, covering him and the uniform in blood. 

Barnes closed his eyes, letting the man fall down, dead, at the same time the door opened, revealing Natasha in panic “... James?” she looked surprised, shocked was a better word, looking everywhere and back at him. She was scared of who he was and threatened him with her gun, just to be sure. Bucky looked down at his uniform, realizing, then at the shield covered in blood at his feet, the blade... the blood, the corpses... Leo had time to escape, but right now he didn’t care. He fell on his knees, looking at the blood on his hands, shocked, as he did the only thing he promised he would never do ever again. Kill. Even them. His head still hurt and he was still trying to fight the Soldier to come back. Even if something was telling him he was already there, somehow. His eyes closed... Only feeling the two hands on his face after a bit, but couldn’t hear any words for now... Numb in his pain, in his trauma. He wouldn’t fight fate after this, he wouldn’t fight anyone. He deserved what would follow, he knew it. 

[l-groot]

Task 001: I am Groot.

When do we really become an adult? I can’t be an easy question, but this morning when Groot woke up and looked at himself in a mirror, he felt like one. He simply removed a little twig from his face and stared at himself for a moment. He could say he was happy, he could say he was safe and he could say he was supported by the best persons. Groot knew all of this and yet he still remembered his life on his original planet, Planet X, he knew how bad his species acted, how bad he could have become and definitively he knew he had no regret of his choices. But the fact was, that at this precise moment, Groot felt indefinitely grateful for his family, they raised him, helped him to grow up and he couldn’t say enough “I am Groot” to thank them. So instead of words, Groot left his room and hug each member of the ship his family, not asking for permission, not explaining himself, simply hugging them, one by one, with no exception. He was an adult again and with no hesitation, he could now protect each of them. 

[trashpandaxrocket]

Task 001: I Gotta Do Everything Myself...

Rocket was surrounded by idiots. Well, besides Stark, but metal-head had his days. It seemed like Rocket had to do everything if he wanted it done right. “This is what I get for asking Drax to put together a macro-polarizer. It was just two stickin’ wires,” he grumbled to himself as he threw the broken piece of equipment into the junk box. 

Being a part of this SWORD thing was sometimes a pain in the tail, but if it helped keep stupid aliens away and they made a pretty penny off of this, then it would all be worth it. As Rocket began to work on another broken piece of junk satelitte they were hanging out on, he heard a crash followed by Drax laughing. Rocket growled and picked up a wrench. “I swear I will skin you if you just broke my new satellite tracker!” Rocket yelled as he ran off towards whatever Drax just broke....again.

[samfalconwilson-avenger]

Task 001: Going Rogue

Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing on the news. A registration act? Seriously? “Damn it, Barton,” he muttered under his breath. He knew full well that this was only getting passed after that damn footage was released after Lagos. Lagos. What a shit-show that was. In his opinion, Barton had no reason to be there. And meanwhile, while Barton was in the wind, Barnes was stuck answering for his past crimes that, in Sam’s opinion, had no reason to be brought up.

Everything was a mess. Sam knew that what this stupid act would do was only going to hurt the Avengers more. There was no way in hell he was gonna sign the damn thing. Instead, he flipped up the collar of his jacket and disappeared. Sam Wilson had work to do.

[valkyrja-hild]

Task ; Skrull War

Oh, so, something exploded? Well, that was great, Barbara honestly smiled when she learned it but joy wasn’t the only feeling she got. It was weird but somehow Barb’ felt almost disappointing to not be a part of it, not that exploding things was a hobby but yeah... She felt like wanting to participate, to help, it was definitively weird, this desire for help, inexplicable but since the beginning of the war this feeling was growing, giving her some strange dreams.

[scarletwaanda]

task: skrull war

Green eyes followed the Hydra agents across the room from behind the glass walls of her cell. She could only pick up parts of the men's conversation but it was enough to figure out what they were talking about "Apparently they saved some of them.....the Avengers.....held captive....rescued." The words were enough to peak her interest. Pushing herself up off her seat she moved towards the glass wall. "Wait..." she called after them. "What happened? Who was held captive? Wait! Come back!" The men kept walking without so much as a glance back. More unanswered questions about what was happening out in the world. She could feel the pit in her stomach growing with every second passing she couldn't help anyone.

[shielddirector-coulson-blog]

Task: Skrull War

They did it. They did managed to raise that base to the ground and free the people the Skrulls kept in their possession there. It was a big win, the first one that really felt like they could actually fight back that invasion and it was a nice change, nobody could deny that. Phil was a bit relieved now but knew all too well that the fight was far from being over and that with this victory, their ennemies would be even more on their guard and he was really hoping that with the intel Fitz managed to gather, they’d be able to root out any Skrull double they still had left. A lot remained to be done, he’ll have to talk with Fury, go see Maria and Pepper himself to offer his help -even if he knew they’d both say they don’t need it- and plan for the next moves. Done wiith his report, he touched the Box to close it, happy that they finally were making progress but still wary about the rest. This mission went well, almost too well and maybe it was him being too paranoid or experience speaking but that seemed a bit fishy... He just hoped that for once, his guts weren't right.

[drhankmccoy]

Task: skrull war

His worry was great. Not because they had won a crucial battle against the enemy, but he was worried about Jean. Her state of mind had always been fragile. He could only imagine how it was now. They could not risk losing another Omega mutant, not after Wanda. He and the professor did their best to bring her back smoothly, which with Scott around, wasn’t easy. 

Hank then proceeded to assist as medical staff in taking care of the refugees. He had told Reed and Banner that he would assist them if necessary, but both had the anti skrull system covered, he was sure of it. His skills would be more useful in mending wounds, may they be physical or psychological.

[silkmxxn]

task: skrull war

Cindy was glad she was able to help out again with the Skrull problem. After the success of the last mission she was on, she quickly volunteered to help with the next one. Since most of the crew from their first Skrull job was there, plus many others it seemed like they were ready to take on the job ahead of them. It felt good for once to feel like they were coming out ahead. They were getting people back, they were making a difference again. This war was brutal and horrible but the survivors were tough. They would push through this. They would make it to the end. It might take tiny jobs like this but Cindy held out hope that they could defeat these green monsters and send them back to where they belong.

[reginleifr]

Task : Skrulls War.

       If she was contented for Humanity when the rescue was a sucess, she quickly lost her smile when she heard somewhere in Norway, in what was apparently a skrull base, thousands of humans captive were executed. And of course it had to be in Norway. 

       Curious by nature and used to investigate, the Valkyrie made her way to what some asgardians gods called home, what Odin used to call that way. The base was left to a state of neglect but she entered the place anyway. Reginleif didn’t stay long, only wanted to make sure there were no survivor, but death left for some time now and there were infortunately no one left to save.