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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 27
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OLD AND NEW PATHS
(Scarlett’s POV)
Katara: “You made it!” As Korra and I walked in the front door of her hutt, Katara immediately rushed us both. Moving surprisingly quickly considering in her age.
Korra: “Oh I don’t think we would have missed this for anything. Right Scarlett:?
Scarlett: “Right.” Katara smiled down at me, taking me by the hand and leading us to the back room of her home.
Katara: “Come, everyone else is already here.” She pushed through another door, leading us through a large open area with a healing pool like the ones back at the temple. Then pushed through another door behind that, where everyone was sat around a small fire pit. Everyone in this case being Tenzin, Pema, Ms. Kya, Mr. Bumi, Asami, Bolin and Mako. Everyone looked up to great us as we entered, then returned to enjoying the warm
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 7
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BARGIN
(Your POV)
You: “And that’s the story.” I sat back, tenting my fingers as I let Clint take in what had happened. He sat opposite me, rubbing his chin as he pondered the situation.
Clint: “So Tony’s gone missing.”
You: “Yep.”
Clint: “Happy’s in the hospital. Likely half dead.”
You: “Yep.”
Clint: “Nat’s gone MIA, and to your knowledge nobody knows if she’s even alive.”
You: “Yep.”
Clint: “And Sitwell put you under house arrest to keep you out of the game… because?”
You: “Don’t know. That’s why I had to break out of the tower. To find out why.”
Clint: “And to kick the living shit out of the Mandarin.”
You: “Yep.”
Clint: “This makes zero sense.” He sat back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why put you under
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 26
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WELL LAID PLANS
(Your POV)
I couldn’t hear anything. It was absolute silence from inside, and that unnerved me more then anything.
Zuko: “What are you…?”
You: “shhh.” I waved at him, demanding he keep quiet as I pressed my ear against the door. “Trying to here what’s going on.”
Zuko: “Isn’t that that room we locked that Jeriah girl in?” I nodded. “Oh, don’t tell me you sent Azula in.” Again I nodded. “(F/N) what were you thinking? Let the poor girl out.” He reached for the door, butI caught his wrist before he could force it open.
You: “She knows the location of the base. She knows how many other students there are and any other prudent info I may need to take them by surprise.”
Zuko: “You lied to me.” I sighed. “You told me you needed a tr
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A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 6
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DEATH RACE 2012
(Your POV)
You: “Ok, so what’s this plan of yours Bruce?” i called through the closet door. I needed to privacy to gear up.
Bruce: “Way I see it, agent Sitwell likely has access to all the Stark Tower cameras. Needs to to keep an eye on you and keep you inside. With the lockdown you don’t have access to your normal suit. But he’s not looking for this old manual thing to try and escape.”
You: “So, what?” I asked as I slipped on the kevlar shoulder pads. “I sneak out through the walls?”
Bruce: “Exactly.” Of course… why not. “Not like you have many other choices. After you installed cameras in the ventilation shafts to keep Clint out..” Why does Clint ruin everything? “The only places without cameras are the rooms and behind the walls. Besides, if your stories are true this wouldn’t b
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 25
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TROUBLES
(Korra’s POV)
Korra: “Oh come on. It’ll be fine.” I held the door open, but Scarlett refused to budge, instead seemingly perfectly happy sitting in the snow outside the banquet hall. She just shook her head, pure dread painted across her face.
Scarlett: “To many people.” I sighed, letting the door swing closed as I walked over to her.
Korra: “Well you can’t just sit out here and freeze.” She shrugged, digging her feet deeper into the snow bank she was standing in.
Scarlett: “Like the cold.”
Korra: “Liar, I can see you shivering.”
Scarlett: “Nope. Shaking with Joy.”
Korra: “About what?” I cocked my brow, crossing my arms in anticipation at the answer she would come up with. Her face fell a bit as she tried to think of something, clearly to cold to think of somet
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 24
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STRUGGLES
(Korra’s POV)
It wasn’t long after we departed the Air Temple that everyone had settled into their quarters and began roaming about the ship. Everyone effectively had their own room, save Tenzin, his wife and their kids and Scarlett and I. As attached as she was to me, Scarlett had wanted to room with me. Not that I minded of  course. Scarlett was a sweet kid, and when we weren’t training together she tended to keep to herself.
Korra: “I think I’m gonna go let Naga out for a walk around deck, do you want to come?” I looked across the room to the quiet child, currently laid across her own bed. She looked up from the book Tenzin had lent her to shake her head no. “You gonna be ok in here on your own?” She nodded, a small smile on her face. “Are you going to talk to me at all this trip?” She rolled
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 23
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OF THE SAME MIND
(Your POV)
You: “Strap her down.” Azula was kicking and screaming as four of the royal guard strapped her to a table in the palace. Zuko and Izumi both sat off to the side of the room, watching with great concern as what turned out to be the Fire Nation's greatest secret was breathing blue flames in every direction. Young General Iroh was not allowed anywhere near the room, having been unaware of his great aunts existence.
Like I said. Greatest secret.
Azula: “LET ME GO! I’LL KILL YOU ALL! I’LL BURN YOU ALL! I’LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT DARK ONE!”
You: “Gag her.” Another of the guard stuffed a rag in Azula’s mouth. A damp one to stop the fire and muffle her screeching. Still she writhed, fighting against the straps as we bound her to the flat table.
Zuko: “(F/N)...”
You: “You had t
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas. Chapter 5
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LICKING WOUNDS
(Tony’s POV)
The missile connected, sending everything in its vicinity flying. Including myself, Pepper, and Maya. My immediate instinct was to call the Mark 42 into action, having the sectional armor wrap itself around Pepper as she rocketed back from the blast. It reacted instantly, wrapping itself around her before her back connected with the far wall of the house. I connected with my own wall, causing my back to crack as Maya connected with another, knocking her out. I couldn’t move, the pain in my spine to great for me to even try. My vision was blurred, and my ears were still ringing from the blast. The only thought running through my mind was ‘what had I done?’
As my vision cleared, the ceiling over my head began to crack, the cement foundation of the house failing. A large chunk fell clear, headed straight for my head. That’s when Pepper jumped on top
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The Avatar and the Dark One: Chapter 22
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OLD FRIENDS
(Your POV)
It wasn’t long before we arrived just offshore of the Fire Nation capital. The mountain it sat within still very much as I remembered it. I stood at the window, admiring the scope as Jeriah piloted the airship to the top.
Jeriah: “Does it look different?” I turned to her, confused by the statement. My eyes, long since returned to my usual (E/C), answering for me. “The mountain. Does it look different? You scaled this before, during the eclipse?”
You: “I did.” I turned back to the window, watching as we grew closer to the peak. “No, it hasn’t changed. Though I doubt 70 years would do that much to something that large.”
Jeriah: “I suppose not.” We fell back into silence, a very, very awkward silence. “What was it like? Before all this?” This woman was intent on filli
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas. Chapter 4
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ACTION AND REACTION
(Tony’s POV)
Tony: “...hi.” The nurse that had walked in jumped. SHe hadn’t seen me when she had walked in to check Happy’s vitals… Apparently I’m invisible when i’m not in a suit. You’d think the glowing night light in my chest would give me away. “Do you mind leaving that on?” She had gone to turn off the TV.
???: “Sure…” I stood, making my way to leave the room to let her do her work. But before I did.
Tony: “Sunday nights, PBS, Downton Abbey. That’s his show he thinks it’s elegant.” I looked over Happy’s sleeping form one last time before leaving.. I needed sleep, and I wasn’t going to get any here anyway. “One more thing, make sure everyone wears their badges. He’s a stickler for that sort of thing.” I left, closing the door behind me. I neede
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 21
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Unusual
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The following morning, after taking the first hour to explain why I wouldn't be coming along to Scarlett. (She was surprisingly understanding) We all gathered outside the ships boarding ramp to say our goodbyes.
Asami: “I can’t believe your not coming. I really needed you to back me up at that meeting.” I shrugged, though I was genuinely regretful. With Future Industries having taken as heavy a hit as it had, Asami had moved to bring in a financial partner, and had asked me to be present at the meeting. Apparently knowing the Dark One could be a rather impressive thing.
You: “I know, but with all the commotion going on here, and Lin’s best cop going with you.”  We both turned, finding said ‘best’ officer currently chatting away with his girlfriend. “She wants me to stay here in case something
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas. Chapter 3
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HEAVY BLOW
(Tony’s POV)
JARVIS: “Ms. Potts has just arrived home sir.” I had heard Pepper’s car pull up the driveway before JARVIS has announced it.  I was just to preoccupied with… occupying myself to say so.
Tony: “Great.. Is the… suit… in place?” I grunt each word out with each pullup. Trying to push myself as far as I could.
JARVIS: “Yes, and it is currently in sentry mode sir.”
Tony: “Alright… lets.. Ah.” I released the bar, dropping to my feet and taking up the towel to wipe my face. “Ok… let’s test out the modified hololenses.” After helping (Y/N) develop the holoroom and lenses. I thought about adapting the lenses to a more personal use. Effectively jam packing my entire heads-up display into a singular holographic projection lense. Now to be fair, it wasn’t as compact as the su
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas. Chapter 2
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PERSONAL PROBLEMS
(Tony’s POV)
I couldn't help but laugh as the news coverage played on the TV’s overhead.
Joan Rivers: “Same suit. But painted Red, White and Blue. Look at that.” The image of Ellis standing next to MY suit with that awful  new paint job standing next to him. “And they also remained him, ‘Iron Patriot’.” Dear lord. “You know, just incase the paint was too subtle.”
Tony: “You’re kidding me right?” I turned to my.. Soon to be disowned best friend, sitting next to me at the table. He was clearly unamused.
Rhodey: “It tested well with focus groups alright?” He tried to defend it. But I could tell deep inside he hated it just as much as I did.
Tony: “I am Iron Patriot.” I tested it out...nope. “It sucks.”
Rhodey: “Listen. ‘War Machine’ was a little too aggr
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The Avatar and The Dark One: Chapter 20
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THE HOLOCRON
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Korra: “(F/N)?” (He/She) had fallen unusually silent. Staring at the saber in (his/her) hands with an intensity I had never seen. (He/She) handled it as delicately as someone would a newborn baby. “(F/N)?” I called again, trying to direct (his/her) attention back to me. “Are you ok?”
You: “I haven’t see this… in so very long..” (His/Her) eyes fell back towards the would be assassin. Still unconscious, still buried to his neck in stone. “And, that bastard….” (He/She) stood, marching forward towards the assassin, sapphire blade ignited in (his/her) hand. “DARES touch it. Like it’s Theirs.” (He/She) raised the blade above (his/her) head, posed to strike the assassin dead.  
Korra: “(F/N), (F/N) stop.” (He/She) didn’t listen
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas. Chapter 1
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JUST ANOTHER CHRISTMAS
(Tony’s POV)
Tony: “Ow”
JARVIS: “46”
Tony: “Ow.”
JARVIS: “47.”
Tony Ow.”
JARVIS: Sir, may I please request just a few hours to calibrate…”
Tony: “Nope. 48. Ow.” And that was the last of them. “Micro-repeater implanting sequence complete.” Finally, easily the most painful thing I’ve had to deal with….. For an experiment…. That I willingly wanted to do…. I think.
JARVIS: “As you wish sir. I’ve also prepared a safety briefing for you to entirely ignore.”
Tony: “Which I will. Alright, let’s do this.” Once I finally looked up from dabbing away the last of the blood, the first thing I get to see was… “Dum-E… Hi Dum-E.” The damned thing stopped sweeping for just a brief moment to ‘look’ up at me. Th
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UMH: A Very Starking Christmas- Prologue
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JARVIS: “Sir… must I do this?”
Author: “Yes JARVIS..”
JARVIS: “But sir, this is a bit… excessive, don’t you think?”
Author: “Look. I don't like this anymore then you do. But Christmas is in less then a week. And I feel obligated to put something out. And this story doesn't have much to do with Christmas so I had to come up with SOMETHING.”
JARVIS: “But must I read it?”
Author: “Well we wouldn't have to if SOMEBODY made the story a bit more Christmassy, but thanks to Marvel. All we got is a couple mentions in the movie. And a few decorations in the background. So you’re reading this.”
JARVIS: “And you couldn’t perhaps.. WRITE something a bit more Christmassy as you put it?”
Author: “....Just how creative do you think I am?”
JARVIS: “....Fair point.”
Author: “Now read.”
JARV
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I officially admit it.

I've got writers block. I've spent 2 weeks trying to write the next chapters of both my series, and I've got nothing.

If anyone has any advice on how to get past it.. I'd really appreciate it.
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OLD AND NEW PATHS


(Scarlett’s POV)

Katara: “You made it!” As Korra and I walked in the front door of her hutt, Katara immediately rushed us both. Moving surprisingly quickly considering in her age.

Korra: “Oh I don’t think we would have missed this for anything. Right Scarlett:?

Scarlett: “Right.” Katara smiled down at me, taking me by the hand and leading us to the back room of her home.

Katara: “Come, everyone else is already here.” She pushed through another door, leading us through a large open area with a healing pool like the ones back at the temple. Then pushed through another door behind that, where everyone was sat around a small fire pit. Everyone in this case being Tenzin, Pema, Ms. Kya, Mr. Bumi, Asami, Bolin and Mako. Everyone looked up to great us as we entered, then returned to enjoying the warmth of the fire.

Mako: “Korra.” Mako waved. “Saved you a seat.” Still rather miffed as she was with Mako, Korra chose to ignore him, instead taking a seat opposite him next to Asami. I took the space next to her, and Katara sat next to me.

Korra: “Won’t the tornadoing three be joining us?” Korra teased Tenzin with the nickname (F/N) had given his three eldest children, causing his already ever present scowl to deepen.

Pema: “The kids tuckered themselves out at the fair. They’re back at the hut asleep. This one was the only one that stayed awake long enough to come.” She nudged her chin towards the baby in her arms. AS she said, Rohan was wide awake, cooing as he looked around at the people around him.

Katara: “Well, as unfortunate as it is that they won’t be coming. It is still nice to have so much of my family together again.” Katara smiled, looking around the room at the people that were smiling back. “Now, what story should we hear first?”

Bumi: “Oo! Oo! Oo! Tell the story of the Eclipse!” Bumi threw his hand in the air, waving excitedly.

Kya: “Bumi, we’ve heard that thousands of times. Tell the one about how you met dad!”

Korra: “I think Scarlett should pick. “ I whipped my head around coming face to face with Korra’s sly grin.

Katara: “Actually, that is a wonderful Idea.” Katara nudged me in the shoulder, bringing my focus back to her.

Scarlett: “me?”

Kya: “Well yeah. Only makes sense after all, this is your first time here.” Kya smiled warmly at me.

Asami: “Go on Scarlett. What would you like to hear?” I pondered it a bit, trying to think of a story I hadn’t already heard from (F/N) or one of the others. After a second, I settled on one I know I hadn’t heard before.

Scarlett: “How did you meet (F/N)?”

Tenzin: “Well.” Apparently Tenzin wanted to go first. “I first met (F/N) after the Police had arrested (him/her) and dragged (him/her) to the air temple. After which (he/she) fought us all briefly before escaping… then coming back and freeloading in my home… OW!” Pema had slapped him across the back of the head.

Pema: “It’s not as bad as it sounds sweetheart.”

Mako: “I don’t know, that sounds pretty accurate to me….OW!” Mako jumped up, rubbing his behind as apparently a rather sharp rock had popped up into his seat. I don’t know who did it, but Korra had a rather smug look on her face.

Bumi: “I met (him/her) when (he/she) and Tenzin fell out of a closet together.” Nearly everyone in the room shot Bumi an odd look. “What? It’s true.”

Kya: “I haven’t had the chance to meet (him/her).”

Korra: “That’s all well and good guys, but I think she meant KATARA.” I nodded along.

Bolin: “OOOO! I want to hear that one too.”

Bumi: “Oh we’ve heard it LOADS of times! So it starts back when they were kids see…”

Kya: “Bumi. I think they want to hear it from mom.”

Bumi: “Oh...right.. Hehe.” He chuckled as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “Go ahead mom.”

Katara: “Your permission is appreciated Bumi.” She deadpanned. Katara cleared her throat, then began. “I was fourteen when I met The Dark One. Of course at the time, (he/she) was simply (F/N). The day before it all happened. Aang, Sokka and myself had been purising through a few shops for supplies. We came across a waterbending scroll that some pirates had ‘acquired’. We couldn't afford it… so I stole it.”

Korra: “You STOLE from pirates?” Katara shot korra a thin lipped look. ‘Let me tell the story’ written across her face. “Right. Not the point.” Katara sighed but continued.

-FLASHBACK-

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It was a long while before Aang and Sokka fell asleep, but eventually the two were snoring away. Letting me slip out of my sleeping bag and sneak off without waking them. I snatched the scroll from my pack and snuck off towards the river bank. I was mastering that water whip move if it was the last thing I did.
As I walked through the woods, looking up at the crescent moon above. I swear I caught sight of something large and black moving through the night sky. It blotted out my view of the moon for just a brief moment before disappearing into the forest. I couldn't quite make it out, but it was moving to fast and to silently for it to be any kind of bird. I followed it as best I could, watching as it landed silently somewhere in the forest. I was about to go and investigate it, but it soon shot back up above the tree line, returning to the night sky and disappearing among the stars. Shrugging it off, I continued my way towards the water bank. WHere I sat the scroll on a nearby bank and started to practice.

Katara: “Shoot! Come ON water, WORK with me here!” The only problem was that the water REFUSED to cooperate. “Ok. What if I just...Ow!” I ended up whipping myself in the face… again. “Stupid scroll.” I paused, taking a deep breath before trying again. “Ok Katara. Shift your weight through the stances.” Before i even had the opportunity to, the water dropped from my grip, causing me even more frustration. “Why can’t I get this?” Something broke me from my focus, the sound of grinding metal coming from farther down the river bank. When I looked, I found it to be one of the Fire Nation’s landing boats.

I tried to run, to get the scroll and make it back to the boys so we could leave. But I was stopped, by one of the pirates from the ship no less. He tried to grab me, but I was able to escape, right into Zuko’s arms.

Zuko: “I’ll save you from the pirates.” His words were hardly calming. “Tie her to the tree.” He shoved me back, two of his soldiers rushing me to tie me up, hands around the trunk of a small tree.

Iroh: “Is this really necessary Zuko?” As they tied me down, the elderly man Zuko often traveled with walked up the bank of the river to join us. The captain of the pirates following close behind.

Zuko: “Quiet Uncle.” His uncle sighed, joining his hands in front of his middle before taking a step back, relenting his argument. Zuko huffed, then turned back to me. “Tell me where he is, and I won’t hurt you or your brother.”

Katara: “Go jump in the river!” I spat back.

Zuko: “Try to understand.” His features softened, yet only mildly, as he approached me. Circling the tree I was tied to. “I need to capture him to restore something I’ve lost. My Honor.” As I twisted my head to follow his pace, I caught sight of something reflect the rising sun in the woods. Something black and metallic hiding behind the tree line. It disappeared before I could get a good look at it. “Perhaps in exchange I can restore something you’ve lost.” What? Oh right, Zuko was standing right behind me. He raised his hands to my neck, and for the briefest moment I thought he was going to strangle me, until I saw what he was holding.

Katara: “My mother’s necklace!” He circled back around, rejoining the group in front of me. “How did you get that?”

Zuko: “I didn’t STEAL it if that’s what you’re wondering. TELL ME where he is.”

Katara: “NO!”

Pirate Captain: “Enough of this necklace garbage.” Apparently the pirate had grown tired of Zuko and I’s back and forth. “You promised us the scroll.” In response, Zuko pulled the scroll out from behind his back, likely having hid it in his belt. Holding it up as he started a flame under it.

Zuko: “I wonder how much this is worth?” Every last pirate jumped forward, wanting to keep him from burning it. “A LOT apparently.” Zuko smirked. “Now you help me find what I want, you’ll get this back, and everyone goes home happy. Search the woods for the boy and meet back here.”

Pirate Captain: “Fine.” Relenting, the pirated marched into the woods looking for Aang. Not seemingly five minutes later coming back with both him and Sokka in nets.

Zuko: “Quick. Very impressive.” The pirates loosened Aang and Sokka from their nets, holding them both back until Zuko handed over the scroll.

Katara: “Aang I’m sorry, this is all my fault.”

Aang: “No Katara, it isn’t.”

Iroh: “Yeah, it kinda is.”

Zuko: “Give me the boy.”

Pirate Captain: “YOU give us the scroll.” Neither group moved. Neither wanting to give up what they had until the other did first.

Sokka: “You’re really gonna hand over the AVATAR for a stupid piece of parchment?” Now all eyes were on Sokka. His words hanging thick in the morning air.

Zuko: “Don’t listen to him. He’s trying to turn us against each other.”

Pirate Captain: “Your friend is the Avatar?” To late. And once again Sokka’s big mouth gets us into even more trouble.

Sokka: “Sure is! And I’ll bet he’ll fetch a lot more on the black market then that fancy scroll.”

Zuko: “Shut your mouth you water tribe peasant!” Zuko was getting furious now. Sokka what are you doing?

Sokka: “I’m just saying, it’s bad business sense. Just imagine how much the Fire Lord would pay for the Avatar. You guys would be set for life!” Just about every member of that crew began to water at the mouth, dreaming of the amount of gold Zuko’s father would likely pay for Aang.

Pirate Captain: “Keep the scroll. We can buy a hundred with the reward we’ll get for the kid.” They turned their backs on Zuko and his soldiers, leading Sokka and Aang back to their grounded ship.

Zuko: “You’ll REGRET breaking a deal with ME.” Zuko and his men blasted fire pillars at the crew, to which in response the pirates began dropping smoke bombs to cover their escape.

Katara: “Ok this has officially gotten out of hand. Where’s Momo when I need him?” As I spoke, I felt the ropes around my hands loosen, Momo’s chittering ringing in my ear. “Oh there you are. Thanks Momo.” Momo then flew into view, landing before me. “Wait… but if your here… then..”

???: “You’re welcome dear.” An unfamiliar voice rang in my ear. “But my name isn’t Momo.”  The ropes loosened entirely, allowing me to pull away from the tree. “Now I recommend you leave with your friends.” The person dashed away, leaving only a black blur for me to follow as they disappeared into the smoke.

Katara: “Wait! Who are you!?” They didn’t respond. All I could hear from the smoke was the screams and grunts of the firebenders and pirates alike.

Sokka: “Aang!? Aang!?” Sokka must have been trying to find his way out of the smoke. “Are you there?”

Aang: “I’m here!” I caught sight of Aang’s head popping up from the cloud as he jumped to try and catch sight of Sokka. All the while Pirates were being strewn about. One was thrown directly at me, but missed as Zuko’s uncle pulled me aside.

Katara: “Thanks?” He just smiled and nodded, then walked off.

Sokka: “Aang where are you?”

Aang: “Hang on!” The smoke cleared, blown away by Aang’s airbending. And for the first time, I caught sight of my rescuer. Standing beside Aang, a pirate held high by the throat in one hand, while a fire bender was forced to the ground by a foot, was a black cloaked figure whose face was hidden underneath a heavy hood. Metallic black armor wrapped around their shoulders while a thick belt wrapped around their waist. Two small odd metal cylinders strapped to their hips. Their boots were as black as the shoulder armor, matching the gauntlets they wore over their gloved forearms. “AH!”

???: “....hi.” Aang screamed when he caught sight of the figure, to which they could only respond in confusion. “I’d go over there with your friend. This may get messy.” They gestured to me with their free hand. To which Aang quickly sprinted over. Once Aang was clear, the cloaked figure resumed beating the pants off of the soldiers and pirates, throwing them this way and that as if they were nothing.

Aang: “Who is that?”

Katara: “No idea.” As we watched the spectacle, Sokka could be seen inching along towards us on his belly.  He was stopped when Zuko stepped in front of him.

Zuko: “Where do you think you’re going peasant?”

Katara: “Sokka no!” Zuko raised his hand high, poised to strike down on Sokka, but it missed. Sokka was pulled back just before Zuko’s flaming fist met its mark. The mystery person now holding Sokka up by the collar.

???: “This is no place for children.” They then tossed Sokka towards us, allowing them free range to deal with the rest of their opponents. They turned back to Zuko. “Like I said, no place for children.” Zuko growled.

Zuko: “I’m no child.” Zuko attacked, firing a pillar of fire towards the person, which they expertly dodged.

???: “I must say this is truly unique, I’ve never seen the force grant such interesting abilities.” Zuko continued the onslaught, pressing the person back, keeping them on the defensive.

Zuko: “No one GRANTED me my bending.”

???: “Bending? Interesting concept.” As Zuko threw another fire fist, the person caught it in their own, pulling Zuko forward to knee him in the stomach. Zuko hunched over, trying to catch his breath, only to have his neck meet the persons elbow. Zuko fell to the ground, unconscious. “Interesting, but not all that impressive.”

Katara: “Behind you!” As the person hung over Zuko, the pirate captain rushed up behind them, sword held high and ready to strike.

Faster then I had seen anyone move, the hooded person turned on their heel, pulling the metal cylinders from their waists, and moved to counter the strike. I thought they were mad, trying to fight back with something so small, but the pirates sword never made contact with them. Instead, it fell apart, falling in three distinct pieces to the floor.

Pirate Captain: “What in the…?” Held at their sides, the metal cylinders now sported two red lights, humming loudly and glowing bright. “What.. what kind of witchcraft is this?” The person shrugged, then kicked their foot out, connecting with the captain's jaw and sending him flying back. The remaining pirates sat grouped together, staring down the hooded figure with uncertainty.

???: “Boo.” The pirates scrambled, some taking the time to pick up their unconscious captain before rushing back to the ship. “In any world, pirates are utterly stupid.” The red lights disappeared into the cylinders as they clipped them back to their belt. As they did, we all watched as the pirates struggled to get their ship back into the water, pushing as hard as they could to get it off the bank. “Please, allow me.” The hooded figure lifted their hand into the air, and as they did, the pirates lifted along with it.Screaming and some even crying as they were thrown to the deck. Then, they lifted their other hand, and the very SHIP began floating into the air. “Enjoy your flight!” The ship flew, thrown down the river by an invisible force only they could see.

Iroh: “What in this world did you do?” We all turned, the hooded figure included, finding Zuko’s Uncle standing nearby. His mouth hanging wide open in astonishment at what had just occurred. To be honest, I’d be more surprised if our own faces didn't reflect.

???: “Would you like to find out?” The elderly man bolted, leaving only a trail of smoke behind. Then returned instantly, collected his unconcious nephew. Then ran off again. However not before practically throwing the waterbending scroll at me.

Iroh: “This is yours. Good luck.” And he was gone with barely a trace.

???: “Interesting man that guy.” We all turned back to the hooded figure, just standing there with arms to their hips. “All this fighting over that?” The scroll in my hands fought itself free from my grip, flying over to their own hands.

Katara: “Hey! That’s ours!” They opened it, looking over the drawings. Turning the scroll this way and that, trying to make sense of it.

???: “This is no force technique I’m aware of. What are these symbols?”

Katara: “They’re WATERBENDING Techniques. Not… whatever it is you think it is.”

???: “Really? Then I have no use for them.”  They crumpled the scroll, snapping the case in two before tossing it over their shoulder, then walking away back towards the forest.

Katara: “Hey!” As they walked away, I tried to water whip them, successfully smacking them in the back of the head and pulling down the hood.

???: “Ow!” They turned back, revealing themselves to be a (Man/Woman). (He/She) looked to be a maybe a good ten years older then us. (He/She) had (S/C) skin, with (H/L), (H/C) hair framing their face. A pair of (E/C) eyes staring us down, rather aggressively. “That was hardly necessary.”

Katara: “You didn’t have to tear up the scroll!”

Aang: “Yeah, we could have used that!”

???: “Clearly not. You’ve clearly mastered the technique without it.”

Katara: “Wait… you actually read the scroll?”

???: “I’m a fast study. And from what I can sense. You seem to be a rather powerful… what did you call it? Waterbender?”

Sokka: “You still didn’t have to be a jerk about it!”

???: “Oh? And just what are you going to do about it little boy?” Sokka’s face screwed up in anger, his eyes bugging out more so then I’d ever seen.

Sokka: “Go Boomerang!” Sokka reached behind himself, taking his boomerang in hand and throwing it at the (man/woman). To no one’s surprise, (he/she) caught it.

???:  “A boomerang? Really?” Sokka took off in a mad sprint, his club held high. Once he was in range though, the (man/woman) simply tripped him, sending him face first into the dirt. “Your stance needs work. You wave your weapon wildly without thinking and, bit of advice, don’t shout out what your going to do before you do it.” (He/She) bent down, (his/her) hand reaching again for Sokka’s collar.

Katara: “Don’t touch him!” I moved, causing a wave of water the flood from the river over (him/her). (He/She) turned, then dashed forward, dodging the wave as it splashed down and rushed towards Aang and I. In response, Aang pushed out his hand, causing the wind to pick (him/her) up and send (him/her) flying back into the air. (He/She) recovered, landing on (his/her) feet, arms folded behind (his/her) back.

???: “Impressive. And here I thought there were no force wielders here.”

Katara: “We’re not… whatever you keep saying.” I rushed forward, calling on the water again to whip around (his/her) ankles. When (he/she) jumped to avoid it, a forced the water to chase, wrapping around (his/her) leg and pull (him/her) back down to the ground. Aang then continued by calling a whirlwind, spinning the mystery (man/woman) and slamming (him/her) against a nearby tree. (He/She) just brushed it off like it were nothing.

???: “You’re both certainly impressive. But untrained.” (He/She) Took a step forward, then disappeared into the wind.

Aang: “Where did (he/she)...?”

???: “You’re ability to manipulate the energy around you is impressive boy.” We both turned, finding the mystery (man/woman) standing directly behind Aang. He tried to attack, but (he/she) caught him by the wrists. “But.. you depend to much on distance to give you the advantage. In close quarters your powers are useless.” (He/She) picked up Aang, flipping him in the air before tossing him in a heap on top of Sokka.

Sokka: “Ow! Rude!”

Aang: “sorry.”

???: “And you..” (His/Her) focus now turned to me. “Manipulating the invisible energies and summoning fire.. I’ve seen that before. Nothing new. But to manipulate the very WATER? Now THAT is to be commended.” I smirked. “However…. You clearly still have much to learn.”

Katara: “I would have if you hadn’t torn up that scroll.” Again, (he/she) only shrugged. A sly smirk inching across (his/her) face.

???: “I saw that scroll. It wouldn’t have taught you much that you don’t already seem to know.”

Katara: “That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have been good for practice.”

???: “If you want practice, get a teacher. Or one of your friends here to help.” (He/She) gestured behind (himself/herself) towards Aang and my brother, still trying to untangle themselves from each other. “Though perhaps they may not be the best choice. Now if you’ll excuse me… I have business.” Again (he/she) turned towards the forest, walking away from us without another word.

Katara: “Wait… you’re not here to hurt us?” (He/She) turned back, confusion and insult evident in (his/her) features.

???: “What? Of course not. Why would I free you and stop those brutes, just to damage you myself?”

Sokka: “I feel pretty damaged.” I just rolled my eyes.

Katara: “So you’re not here for the Avatar?”

???: “What’s an Avatar?” I pointed behind (him/her), where Aang had finally made it back to his feet. He smiled sheepishly, waving his fingers.
Katara: “He is. The Avatar is the one person in the world that can master all four bending elements?”

???: “Which are?”

Sokka: “Water, Fire, Earth and Air… duh.” A look of realization crossed this mysterious person’s face.

???: “Oh… you weren't manipulating the energy. You were manipulating the AIR. That explains why your energy is so unique.” I was going to ask what (he/she) meant, but (he/she) simply shrugged us all off. “Well, to answer your question, no. I’m not here for the boy. I have… other business in mind.”

Katara: “Which is?”

???: “Well, I suppose I see no harm in telling you. I am a traveler of sorts, and I find myself intrigued by this world. I wish to explore it. Though to be frank, I’m not familiar enough with it to roam it without getting lost.”

Aang: “We could help you.” Aang, always wanting to help. “We’re traveling the world too. You could come with us.”

Sokka: “Of course..” Sokka cut in, a sly look on his face. “You’d have to do something for us in return.”

???: “Oh really? And what pray tell would I have to do?”

Aang: “Why not teach us?”

Sokka: “Aang!” Sokka whined. But we ignored him.

???: “Teach you?” I stepped in. I agreed with Aang actually.

Katara: “Why not?” You seem to know your way around a fight. Not to mention you seem to be able to pick out flaws in our own styles. You could help us improve. We have a lot ahead of us and to be frank, we could use all the help we could get.” (He/She) rubbed (his/her) chin, pondering over the deal we had made.

Sokka: “You guys! I was gonna see if (he/she) had any money!”

???: “Deal.”

Sokka: “What!?” (He/She) shoved past Sokka, extending (his/her) hand for myself and Aang to shake. “Consider me your part time trainer.”

Katara: “Thank you.”

???: “Now.. I believe introductions are in order.”

Aang: “I’m Aang. Good to meet you.”

Katara: “My name’s Katara. And the guy pouting near the river there is my brother Sokka.”

Sokka: “I’m not pouting.” We all ignored him.

Katara: “And you are?”

You: “ (F/N). (F/N) (L/N). A pleasure to…”

-PRESENT DAY-

(Korra’s POV)

Katara was cut short by a sudden howl outside. We all turned to listen, I for one believing it was the wind. Until it came again, then again. It almost sounded like.

Korra: “I think that’s Naga.” I stood from the circle, followed closely by Scarlett, Mako, Bolin and Tenzin. We rushed out into the night, running towards the huts that were set up for the Fair. Outside mine and Scarlett’s shared one, was Naga, howling at the falling snow. Naga, Naga Calm down! You’ll wake up the whole village!” I took Naga by the neck, trying to calm her down. As her howling quieted though, something else caught my ear. I looked out into the snow, the glowing lights of the fair reflecting off the banks, when the wind began to swirl wildly over one specific area. “What. Is. That?’ In the whirlwind, formed a black figure. Tall and imposing, A long tail sprouting from its back, and bright yellow eyes glowing in the night. I looked at me, took one step. Then, as if the wind itself, it rushed at me, kicking me straight in the face and knocking me back. My back connected with another snowbank a good several feet away. And just as I began to regather my senses, I felt it’s cold hands wrap around my wrists. Before I even saw it move, it was face to face with me. It’s eyes fixated on mine. I struggled to free myself, but its grip was just too strong. “What are you?” In response, it formed a mouth. Opening wide to likely try and eat me.

It would have too, if a fire blast hadn’t connected with its side. It dropped me immediately, turning its attention to its assailant. As Mako continued his birage, Bolin rushed forwards, causing the ground to shoot up and around the creature, trying to smack it as Mako had.

Bolin: “Got it!” Only the creature flipped out of the way, using its very impressive speed to dodge all of both Bolin and Mako’s attacks. It closed the distance between then, and smacked them away as it had me. “Don’t got it!” Finally, I was able to stand, watching as this thing began to tear us all apart. It was impressively fast. But it wasn’t the fastest we’ve seen.

Korra: “Mako, Bolin! Tag team!” Both looked up at me, nodding along as they understood what I meant. The three of us rushed the creature at once. Trying to confuse it as we attacked from multiple angles.  The creature was moved into a corner, forced to attempt to dodge all our incoming attacks. Still, it was fast enough to dodge the onslaught, but at the very least we were keeping it on the defensive.

Tonraq: “Korra!” My father, having heard the battler, came rushing to my side. A look of concern on his face. “What can I do?” Behind him, I was both Tenzin and Scarlett rushing up.

Korra: “Keep Scarlett out of this!” He nodded, then turned back to Scoop Scarlett up and rush her away. At this time, the creature had grown tired of simply dodging, shooting its arms and tail out to swing at the three of us at once, knocking us all back before rushing off after dad and Scarlett. Dad moved to defend, sliding out of the way on a wave of ice, but was still tackled by the creatures tail swinging behind it. Both he and Scarlett were sent flying. Dad connecting with the side of one of the huts while Scarlett was shot back towards us.

Mako: “Got her!” Mako jumped, using his flames to project himself towards her. He caught her, then landed in a roll in one of the snow banks.

Tenzin: “Spirit!” Tenzin had moved in as close as he could to the spirit.. If you could call it that. Deciding to take a more diplomatic offensive to the rampaging beast. “Why are you angry with us!? What have we done to offend you!?” Whatever it had been, it was apparently enough to cause the creature to lash out at Tenzin, knocking him back and bouncing him off the floor. Then, it turned its sights back to me.

Korra: “Lovely… this again.” It rushed me again, but this time I was ready. I entered the Avatar State and jumped to evade the charge. Then called up a water tower to keep me in the air while I assaulted it from above with a few Fire fists. The creature retreated, bursting through the fence to the carnival while I kept in pace with it. More then a few of the booths were destroyed, either by it, or.. Admittedly by a few missed shots of my own.

This went on a moment longer before it again reached out with one of its spindly hands and ripped me out of the sky, slamming me back to the ground. As I shook away the fog from the head rush, I looked up to find it once again standing over me, posed ready to strike. Only, It couldn't.

Water began to form around the creature in a delicate flow. Wrapping around the creature as it almost immediately became docile. It looked away, and I followed its gaze to the waterbender causing it.

Unalaq was found standing at the foot of the destroyed gate, his arms flowing through the air in conjunction with the water spinning around the creature. His eyes closed in focus. As he moved, the water began to glow a bright gold, and as it did, the spirit became more docil. It’s posture shifted as its eyes widened in wonder. Soon after, the spirit itself began to glow the same golden shade as the water, completely at peace.

Unalaq: “Go in peace.” As the water fell away, the spirit vanished, returning to the spirit world. I couldn't help but stare, watching as Unalaq walked toward me. His hand outstretched to help me to my feet. “Are you alright?” I took his hand. Still in shock.

Tonraq: “Korra!” Dad, Tenzin and Scarlett all ran up to me. “Are you alright?” I ignored him, instead kneeling down to check on the young girl.

Korra: “Scarlett? Are you hurt?” She shook her head no. Shooting me a small smile and a thumbs up. “Thank goodness. (F/N) would kill me if anything happened to you.” She cocked her brow. Unconvinced. “Ok, not KILL me. But you know my point.” She conceded, lazily nodding along as I stood back up. Turning back to Unalaq in question. “How were you able to control that spirit when no one else could?”

Unalaq: “As your father could tell you, I’ve spent my life studying the spirits and learning their ways. Any water bender, beg pardon, ANYONE could learn this with enough dutiful study. Even your young non-bending friend here.” He gestured down to Scarlett. “But all of this knowledge is lost in the south. But, I could teach you everything I know.”

Tenzin: “Chief Unalaq, clearly you are very knowledgeable. But Korra still has much to learn about airbending. And I hope that going to the Air Temples will help her connect with the past Avatars.” I sighed.. Not this again.

Unalaq: “The Air Temples will teach her nothing. Only I can give her the training she needs to be a complete Avatar. That is, Unless you know of someone else that holds this knowledge?”

Tonraq: “I’ve TOLD you that will not happen. I have enough problems with my daughter training under the Dark One. I will not have her training under you as well. Certainly (He/She) can teach her everything you could. After all, (he/she) spent much time with the previous Avatar.”

Korra: “Hey! I’m RIGHT here! Anyone want to ask me what I think?”

Tenzin: “Korra please. Listen…”

Korra: “No. You listen!” I roared. I’d had enough of this and frankly it was time I said something. “I’m tired of listening to you. To BOTH of you.” I looked between Tenzin and dad. “You’ve kept me locked up, telling me you know what’s best. But both of you were powerless against a spirit attack. The only thing that kept us alive was (F/N)’s team training. Not your Airbending training Tenzin. (F/N)s.” His head fell a bit as he turned his eyes away. “And Yeah, If (he/she) knew anything about spirits you can bet (he/she)’d be my first choice. But (he/she) doesn’t. Unalaq is the best option I have.”

Tenzin: “What are you saying Korra?” I sighed.

Korra: “I think it’s time I had a new teacher.”

Tenzin: “Korra please.” He pleaded. “I understand you’re angry, but we’ve come so far together.”

Korra: “I’m sorry.. But this is as far as we go.” I heard Tenzin take a sharp breath. Though whether it was out of anger or frustration I couldn’t say. Eventually though, he sighed, bowing low in respect.

Tenzin: “It has been a pleasure serving you. Avatar Korra.” And then he left, without another word. We all watched as he retreated back to his family hutt. Scarlett even took a few steps forward, unsure whether to follow after him or stay.

Unalaq: “ You’ve made the right choice Korra.” Unalaq however took that choice from her, catching her by the shoulder. “It may be best to leave him be little one. Let his family console him if needed.” She shot him a hard stare, ripping her shoulder away from his grip.

Scarlett: “I am family.” She ran off after him, wrapping around his middle in a tight embrace. One he quickly returned.

Mako: “Are you ok?” Mako came up behind us a reassuring hand laid on my back.

Korra: “I don’t know yet.” I sighed. “Do you think I did the right thing?” I turned to him, pleading that he would give me an answer I needed to hear. He just sighed, rubbing at the bride of his nose.

Mako: “I don’t know.” He turned to me. “I’m sorry, but I’m not good at this Avatar counseling stuff. I really wish I was. That I had been around as long as (F/N) had so I could give you decent advice. But I haven’t. All I know is that I know your heart is in the right place. You’ll just have to trust it.” He smiled.. And for once I didn’t barge off. It wasn’t the best advice. But it felt right.

Unalaq: “I know this was a hard decision Korra. But it was the right one. Now it is time to put it behind you and begin your new training.” He was right. It was time to start this new path. Problem was. My old one wasn’t finished. I looked to my hand. The black crystal staring back, almost mockingly. “I have great plans for you.”
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(Your POV)

You: “And that’s the story.” I sat back, tenting my fingers as I let Clint take in what had happened. He sat opposite me, rubbing his chin as he pondered the situation.

Clint: “So Tony’s gone missing.”

You: “Yep.”

Clint: “Happy’s in the hospital. Likely half dead.”

You: “Yep.”

Clint: “Nat’s gone MIA, and to your knowledge nobody knows if she’s even alive.”

You: “Yep.”

Clint: “And Sitwell put you under house arrest to keep you out of the game… because?”

You: “Don’t know. That’s why I had to break out of the tower. To find out why.”

Clint: “And to kick the living shit out of the Mandarin.”

You: “Yep.”

Clint: “This makes zero sense.” He sat back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why put you under house arrest at all? Why not involve you?”

You: “My assumption is Sitwell’s hiding something. What that is, I don’t know.”

Clint: “So what’s the plan?”

You: “The plan is to investigate the Airbase, see if we can find a clue as to where Nat went. And maybe find out who really bombed it.”

CLint: “I thought the Mandarin claimed it?”

You: “He did. But Tony found out that it wasn’t one of his. The metrics were to different from his usual bombings.”

Clint: “So you think it was someone else?” I nodded. “You don’t think… S.H.I.E.L.D. had anything to do with it… do you?” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders as I did.

You: “Honestly I don’t know what to think. At this point anything is possible.”

???: “Hey back there.” As we talked, the pilot called back from the cockpit. His head popping out from the doorway. “If y'all are done talkin, the drop zone is comin’ up.”

Clint: “Drop Zone?”

You: “Appreciated.” The Pilot returned behind the curtain as I stood, slapping Clint’s knee as I did. “Come on.”

Clint: “Did he say Drop Zone?” Clint stood as well, following me closely as he continued to ask me to confirm his suspicions. “(Y/N)? Did he just say Drop Zone?”  I just ignored him as I made my way to the cargo door, smacking the button to open the cargo ramp. The wind howled as the hold depressurized, the bright, desert sun shining red through my visor. “YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING!” I turned back to him, finding the blood to have drained from his face.

You: “You’re telling me that a guy codenamed ‘HAWKEYE’ is afraid of heights!?” I yelled over the rushing wind.

Clint: “Ofcourse not!” He yelled back. “I’m afraid of FALLING from Heights!” I rolled my eyes as I slapped a hand over his shoulder. He stiffened like a board, yet shook like a leaf.

You: “Relax Clint! It’s just like sliding down one of your grapples….. Just without the wire!”

Clint: “That’s what bothers me!”

You: “Fine! You don’t have to come!”

Clint: “Really!?”

You: ‘Sure!” As I patted his back, I took notice of something outside. “Hey Clint, you know a lot about birds right!?” he nodded. “What kind of Hawk is that!?” I pointed out into the desert. He leaned out a bit, narrowing his eyes to try and catch sight of the bird in question.

Clint: “What Hawk!?” That’s when I kicked him out. “AAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

You: “Guess it was a screaming Hawk!” I yelled down to him.

Clint: “YOOOOOOUUUUUUUU DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCKKKK!!!”

JARVIS: “Was that necessary sir?”

You: “Oh shut up JARVIS. You know that was funny.” I snatched one of the parachutes from the wall before leaping out myself. I streamlined my way down, catching up quickly with Clint’s flailing, still screaming body. The moment I closed the distance between us, he immediately latched on to me, wrapping his legs around my waist as his hands locked behind my back.

Clint: “Youdicki’llfuckingkillyouhowdareyoukickmeoutofagoddamnplaneareyouinsanewhatifIhadfallenallthewaydownhowwouldyouhaveexplainedthattonat!?” He just kept rambling. On and on and on and on. So much so that I decided to drop him again, spinning in a corkscrew to force him to release, then opening my arms and legs to catch the wind, watching as he once again began flailing and screaming.

JARVIS: “You do intend to save him before he hits the ground, don’t you sir?”

You: “....Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence J.” Again I streamlined down, catching up with with Clint very quickly, catching him once again, and again he wrapped his arms and legs around me. Once together, I clipped him into the parachute, and pulled the tab. As the chute opened, He began calming down, reducing his whining to a dull whimper. “You gonna behave now?” He nodded violently. “Good… you big baby.”

Clint: “dick.” He mumbled.

You: “Oh like I was really gonna let you fall.”

Clint: “You kicked me out of the plane!”

You: “Because you wouldn’t jump on your own!”

Clint: “Because I didn’t want to! Why couldn't the pilot land!?”

You: “Because we’re in Kuwait you moron! The Ten Rings would have shot it down! And I guarantee you wouldn’t survive that fall!”

Clint: “....oh.”

You: “Yeah, oh. Now brace yourself.”

Clint: “...For wha..?” We tumbled to the floor, rolling apart as we slid down a sand dune. Once we reached the bottom, I stood brushing off the sand as Clint struggled to release himself from the chute, being pulled along as it caught the wind.

You: “For the love of… come on Clint.”

Clint: “Bite me Crimson Jackass.” He struggled to unbuckle himself as he was lifted back into the air, ramming against another dune and kicking sand up and back into his own face.

You: “Want some help?” He sighed, his body going limp as he was dragged along the dune.

Clint: “Yes please.” I walked up, pulling one of my blades and slashing across the cables of the chute, causing it to immediately take off into the wind. “Thank you.”

You: “Mmhmm.” He stood, dusting himself off as we walked.

Clint: “Do you have any clue where you’re going?”

You: “Of Course I do.” I tapped my visor. “Or, that is to say JARVIS does. We didn’t land that far from the base anyway, so it’ll be a short walk.”

Clint: “Why do I get the feeling that isn’t remotely the case?”

You: “Because you’re a paranoid mess. Now come on.” I slid down the side of another dune. “We only have so much sunlight left.” I heard Clint groan above me, but he didn’t argue. Instead sliding down behind me and walking to keep pace. “JARVIS?”

JARVIS: “Yes Sir?”

You: “We ARE just outside Ali Al, right?”

JARVIS: “Calculating…….Calculating…….Calculating…..Cal…..”

You: “JARVIS?”

JARVIS. Calllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll”

You: “JARVIS!?” I smacked the Visor. To which a electronic female voice replaced JARVIS’.

___: “ERROR. Rebooting.”

You: “Damn.”

Clint: “Something wrong?” I turned, finding Clint standing just behind me. A wide smirk across his face.

You: “Just keep walking.” He shrugged, walking ahead of me as I ripped the visor off. Holding it under my arm as I ran a hand through my (H/L) Hair. This was going to be tedious.

As we walked, I fiddled with the Onboard JARVIS chip that Bruce had installed. Trying to force the system to reset manually rather then go through the tedium of an Onboard Reboot. The sun did set sooner then I had expected, leaving the two of us in the dark and cold of the desert night.

Clint: “Im freezing.” As usual, Clint was whining.

You: “Should have brought something warmer.” Despite the New York Winters being know for being harsh, Clint has still opted to wear some sleeveless purple get-up when he had attacked me. Now, in the freezing temperatures of the desert, he was visibly shaking. His teeth chattering as he rubbed his hands against his arms.

Clint: “I didn’t expect to be walking the desert at night (Y/N).”

You: ‘The base shouldn’t be much farther now. Once we’re there we can set up camp and start searching in the morning.” To be honest, I wasn’t doing much better either. My suit at least was a compressed full body suit. It provided some warmth, but hardly enough to last through more then the night.

Clint: “It better be.” He muttered, before returning to simple silence. As We walked, the sounds of desert crawlers could be heard all around us. The occasional snake or scorpion scurrying across our path, illuminated by the moonlight. “This is freaking me out. Ah! Camel Spider!” Indeed, the large creature scurried past us as Clint nearly stepped on its tail, disappearing into the night.

You: “Relax, they’re more afraid of us then we are of them.”

Clint: “Doesn’t mean they won’t sting us. Or bite us. Or poison us in any general way they can.”

You: “You need to chill man. Generations have crossed these deserts without being killed. We will be just fine.”

Clint: “Alright then ‘Moses’.” He mocked. “Just where exactly are we crossing to?” As he yammered, I heard a faint buzzing.

You: “Clint.”

Clint: “Cause I’m pretty sure you have NO idea where it is your going at all.”

You: “Clint shut up.” I slapped my hand over his mouth. “Do you hear that?” He paused, tilting his ear to the sky.

Clint: “Yeah… Sounds almost like… Get down!” He rushed me, shoving us both to the ground as an ATV flew overhead, jumping the dune we were standing behind and landing on the dune opposite. We stood, and followed the sight of the ATV to its apparent destination.

You: “Found it. Or, what’s left of it.” The small air base was in shambles, tons of rock and metal strewn about, even several days after the initial bombing. Holes littered the walls to many of the buildings. And swarming around it were a handful of mean with what looked like flashlights and Assault rifles. “You didn’t happen to bring some binoculars with you?”

Clint: “Not per say.” I turned to him in question, only to be answered with him notching an arrow, and firing it into the tallest building he could. He then pulled a small screen from his pocket. Switching it on to give us a live feed.

You: “A camera arrow? Really?”

Clint: “Shut up and look.” I did, but it didn't mean I wasn’t making fun of this later.

You: “Recognize any of them?” The camera panned slowly, the image tinted green by the night vision the camera apparently had. There were barely a handful of men, 3 we could immediately see. Plus the one that had tried to run us over, and an additional the we believed we saw walk inside.

Clint: “Nope.”

You: “Well that rules out S.H.I.E.L.D. then. Scavengers maybe?”

Clint: “I’d argue it’s too late for them to be scavengers. You said this bomb went off a week ago. Scavengers would have picked it apart and left by now.”

You: “Maybe… wait.. What’s that?” I pointed to one of the men in particular as he walked across the screen. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a large tattoo on his forearm.

Clint: “Looks like…. A… Ring… of… rings?”

You: “One. Two…. four.. Ten.. Ten rings.”

Clint: “Not ones for subtly are they?”

You: “Apparently not.” I stood upright, popping my neck before slipping my visor back on. “JARVIS you there?”

JARVIS: “Je suis monsieur.

You: “What?”

JARVIS: “Es scheint, dass ich Probleme mit meinem Sprachprozessor habe.

You: “Wonderful. I can’t understand a word your saying. Just set the Visor to manual system for now.

JARVIS: “Certo signore.

___: “Manual system active.” Well at least that was running properly.

You: “You want to run a ‘Jack Daniel’?” I asked Clint.

Clint: “Well there's a blast from the past. I haven't heard that code in years.” I smirked under the visor. “A ‘Jack Daniel’ is a bit risky. What about a ‘Tennessee Honey’?”

You: “It’s not snowing Clint.”

Clint: “So? Sand is the snow of the desert.” I sighed heavily.

You: “Only you… what about a ‘Patron’?”

Clint: “I can dig it.”

You: “Alright. Silently this time please. I don't want a repeat of Germany.”

Clint: “You're not letting me live that down are you?”

You: “Never.” I took off running, moving around to the side of the partially destroyed base. I scaled the wall, then jumped down the opposite side. One of the men was turning the corner away from me as I did. It was simple enough to grab him and knock him out as Clint fired an arrow, knocking out the other man that was walking up behind me. After dragging both out of the way. I dashed around the side of the Base’s Church. Tackling another of the men to the ground and bashing him on the head with the butt of his own rifle. As I checked the gun for ammo, Clint came around the opposite side of the structure.

Clint: “I don’t remember this strategy going by so smoothly.”

You: “That’s because you used to run it with a sniper. That bow doesn’t make as much noise.”

Clint: “I assume you want one of these guys awake to interrogate?”

You: “Assuming JARVIS’ speech processor is working properly when we catch them.”

JARVIS: “Mă ocup de asta, domnule.

You: “Which apparently it isn’t yet.”

Clint: “.....Ok then. On Three?”

You: “One.”

Clint: “Two.”

You/Clint: “Three.” We both broke into a run from behind the church. Each aiming for one of the two remaining insurgents. As they caught sight of us, they turned their rifles to open fire. Clint fired an arrow, connecting with the Barrel of one of them, blasting the gun to pieces.. While I threw my knife at the other, embedding it into the barrel of theirs. They fired, and the round recoiled and split the barrel down the middle. With both knocked to the ground and our Rifle and Bow pointed at their faces, they both raised their arms in the air.

???: “la tatliq alnnar! la tatliq alnnar! wanahn sawf 'aqul lakum 'aya shy'!

CLint: “What did he say?”

You: “I’m not sure. JARVIS?”

JARVIS: “El a spus. Nu foc. Vom spune ceva.

You: “Come one JARVIS. At least give me a language I can understand?”

JARVIS: “Nyní?

You: “Nope.”

JARVIS: “Как насчет сейчас?

You: “YES! Stick with Russian at least.”

JARVIS: “В заключение.

You: “Don’t you sass me.”

Clint: You understand Russian?” Clint had his brow cocked in question. Confusion evident in his face.

You: “Well yeah… I learned it pretty recently.. You know.. For Nat.”

Clint: “Aww… you are just a big softy on the inside aren't you?”

You: “Shut up Clint. JARVIS.”

JARVIS: “Да сэр.

You: “Tell them I want to know what they found here, and why the Mandarin has such an interest in this base all of a sudden.”

JARVIS: “Да сэр. Активация динамика.” There was a beep in my ear. “limadha 'ursil lak almanidirin huna?

???: “almandirin yurid 'an yaerif limadha.” The one that had initially spoken up began rambling easily. The other remained silent.

JARVIS: “limadha a?

???: “li'anana lm nafeal 'ayu shay'.

You: “What is he saying?”

JARVIS: “Он говорит, что мандарин послал их расследовать взрыв. Говорят, это был не он.

You: “We know it wasn’t the Mandarin. So why is he so interested in the bombing at all?”

JARVIS: “limadha yurid almanidirin 'an yaeruf?

???: “yurid 'an yaerif limadha aidaeaa almandirin wahmiatan dhlk.

JARVIS: “Он говорит, что хочет знать, почему этот поддельный мандарин утверждал это.

You: “Wait. FAKE Mandarin?”

Clint: “Fake Mandarin? So what, there’s an actual Mandarin running around and the guy we’ve been seeing on TV is a fake?”

You: “I’m not sure.”

???: “ymknna 'an naakhudhak 'iilaa qayidina. hu mae alnisa' wajidna.

JARVIS: “Он говорит, что может отвезти нас к своему вождю. который с женщинами, которых они нашли.”

You: “What woman?”

JARVIS: “nasa'?

???: “almar'at mae alshier al'ahmar wajadna fi alkanisa.

JARVIS: “Они нашли Наташу.

You: “She’s Alive!?”

Clint: “What? What happened?”

You: “They found Natasha. He’s taking us to his boss, he’s with her now.”

JARVIS: “khadhna alan.

???: “qitaeanaan.” The man and his associate stood, arms still raised in the air. “Please to follow.” He struggled to speak n broken english. His accent thick. We nodded, and the two turned to lead us away from the base, back out into the desert. Our weapons remained pointed at their backs, never wavering.

Clint: “You realize they’re leading us back out into the desert?”

You: “It’s worth the risk. They have Nat, and information we need.”

Clint: “I just hope you know what you’re doing (Y/N).”

You: “Yeah…. Me too.”

The walk to the encampment the Ten Rings had set up was surprisingly short. Not ten minutes after we left the base did we come across a small area, surrounded by tents with a decent sized fire in the center. There were a handful of other men walking the perimeter, and as expected they rushed us with their guns pointed when they saw us approach.

Guard: “eaqad hunaka! min 'ant!?"

???: “la tataliquu alnnar! nati alsyf al'ahmar!” Whatever our guide said, it caused the guards to take pause, murmuring amongst themselves.

You: “What are they saying JARVIS?”

JARVIS: “Они сказали, что мы приносим красный меч.

Clint: “What is it?” I leaned over slightly towards Clint. Trying to get as close as possible without spooking the group.

You: “They said, we bring the Red Sword.”

Clint: “I think they mean you.”

You: “Thank you Sherlock.” I groaned. After another brief moment or two of murmuring, one of the guards departed into the camp, while the others remained blocking the way. Neither Clint or myself dropped our weapons. And neither did they. Eventually, the one that left returned with someone new. An Arabic man with a hook nose, a massive burn scar on the right side of his face, and a bullet wound in his neck. He took notice of us, then our weapons, and smiled.

???: “There is no need for those.” He waved to our weapons. “We are all friends here.”

You: “Forgive me if I find that hard to believe. The last time I dealt with the Ten Rings, I nearly lost my leg and you nearly killed my brother.” He chuckled, shaking his head lightly.

???: “'iikhmad dhiraeik. hula' hum 'asdqa'.” The guards began putting their guns away. The sounds of cocking mechanisms being disengaged ringing in the air. “Proof enough?”

You: “.....For now.” Clint and I retracted our own weapons.

???: “Come. We will discuss what you want to know Mr. Stark.”

You: “You know me?”

???: “There are few in the middle east that do not know the Crimson Blade. Come.” He turned, leading us to one of the larger tents in the area. We followed, and entered as he held the tarp open for us. Once inside, I took notice of the person laying down on the opposite end. Asleep in a cot with a bandage across her head.

You: “Natasha..” I rushed over, my visor popping open as I knelt down beside her.

???: “We found her about a week ago like this. We’ve done everything we can to bring her back to health. But she refused to wake.” I turned back to him, taking notice of his serious expression.

You: “You kept her alive?”

???: “We are not all monsters like the Americans portray us. We feel sympathy, love, compassion.” He took a seat in a chair off to the side, waving at two others opposite him. “Please, sit. We have much to discuss.” Clint was first to sit, and after a reluctant moment, I joined him. “Now. Am I correct in assuming you two are here regarding the bombing of the Air base.”

You: “I think before we answer that, introductions are in order.” I slipped my visor off, setting it in my lap as I stared the man down. “Who are you?” He sighed, rubbing at his shaved head before answering.

Raza: “My name is Raza Hamidmi Al-Wazar. I am the lieutenant in charge of the investigation here in Kuwait.”

You: “Raza…. I know that name.”

Raza: “You should., I’ve had dealings with your friends and family before.” He pointed to the burn scar on his face. “Courtesy of your brother.” Then to the bullet wound. “And of your associate Obadiah Stane.” I chuckled.

Clint: “So your the one that attacked our convey in Afghanistan?”

Raza: “If your convoy was the one protecting Tony Stark.. Then yes. I am.”

You: “I’d say the wounds are well deserved then.” I took notice of the bullet wound in his neck. “I take it Stane was trying to hit your brain stem then?” He nodded. “He always was an awful shot.”

Raza: “Indeed. I hope, Mr. Stark, OUR discussion will not end as violently as they had with them.”

You: “Well that depends on you… and whether or not you’ll let the three of us leave.” I gestured to Clint and Nat.

Raza: “Oh… the three of you are free to go.. My employer has no quarrel with the Starks at this time. No, we have a much more problematic issue at hand.”

You: “And your employer is?”

Raza: “All in good time. In fact everything comes to bear. Now, back to my original question.”

Clint: “Yes.. we’re here because of the bombing.”
You: “How is the Mandarin involved?” Raza leaned back, tenting his fingers as he inhaled deeply. “Your thug mentioned a ‘Fake’ Mandarin?”

Raza: “Yes… The ‘Mandarin’ that the American government is dealing with at this moment.. Is not the True Mandarin.”

You: “So there is no Mandarin then?”

Raza: “I can assure you Mr. Stark. There IS a Mandarin. My employer in fact. In fact, he is the reason we are having this conversation at all.”

Clint: “The Mandarin want’s to deal with us?”

Raza: “Well… more specifically, him.” He pointed to me.

You: “Me?” I questioned. “What does the Mandarin want with me?”

Raza: “Nothing. He wants to work with you.” I arched my brow in question. “The Ten Rings has many members, all over the world. Spies that tell the Mandarin all that happens. We were aware of the Theatre bombing the moment it happened. And we were aware of the attack in Malibu the day it occurred. These occurrences, in addition to your apparent connection to the red haired woman.” He gestured to Natasha. “Leads us to believe that you Mr. Stark would like to find out exactly who is behind all this.. And to destroy them.”

You: “That doesn’t answer why the Mandarin wants to work with me.”

Raza: “Because the Mandarin has been enraged my this ‘false’ Mandarin. Strutting around on Television, proclaiming himself the leader of our cause.”

You: “So you want me to find him.” He nodded.

Raza: “This is a rare moment of the Mandarin’s interest aligning with yours. An Instance you should not take lightly, or dismiss.”

You: “And you expect me to just agree? To work with someone that attempted to kill my only remaining family?”

Raza: “Do not forget that was on contract from YOUR associate Mr. Stark.” He sighed again, calming himself before continuing. “At this time, the Mandarin is willing to offer you conditions.”

You: “In return for?”

Raza: “A name.. Nothing more. This Mandarin will outst himself soon enough as a facade. We have no doubt of that. But we are having trouble finding out who he is. If you find out who he his. The conditions will be met.”

Clint: “No.. We don’t deal with terrorists. Come on (Y/N) we’re leaving.” Clint stood, walking over to Nat to collect her.

You: “What conditions?” He stopped, turning back in exasperation.

Raza: “You are a businessman after all.” Raza smiled. “In return for the name of this false Mandarin. The True Mandarin is willing to offer complete amnesty. The Ten Rings will have no further conflict with the Stark Name. Your company, your family and anyone you name, will be left alone.”

You: “...Is that all?” He smirked.

Clint: “You’re not actually considering this are you?”

Raza: “What else do you want?”

You: “I want transport. Safe Transport back to the states for the three of us.”

Raza: “Done.”

You: “And I want everything you know about the bombing here in Kuwait. Along with everything else you know regarding this false Mandarin.”

Raza: “For that.. We would want the name and location.”

You: “Done.” Raza stood and we shook hands. Then he left, assumingly to collect the information I needed.

Clint: “You’re kidding me right?” I turned to Clint. Finding him exasperated beyond belief. “You’re not seriously making a deal with a terrorist are you?”

You: “We need a way out of Kuwait. That plane was only meant to get us here and I have no other way to get back. And this way, we get some info we would have otherwise had to collect ourselves. AND, we have Nat.” He sighed, clearly still unsure of what to do. “This isn’t the first time we’ve made deals with foreign powers.”

Clint: “Last time we had permission from our superiors.”

You: “Well your superiors want me dead. And I’m my own superior. So we’re kinda at a loss here Clint.” He sighed.

Clint: “Fine. But I want it on record that I don’t like this.”

You: “I don’t either man. But I don’t have much of a choice. I need that info. And this way the Ten Rings won’t bother us anymore after this is over.” Raza returned, a manila folder in his hands,

Raza: “The information you requested.” He set it down on one of the chairs. “We are organizing your transport back to the United States as we speak. It will take time.”

You: “That’s fine.”

Raza: “Funny. How the only time I have a civil deal with the Stark’s, is with the trained soldier.”

You: “You can go now.” He nodded his head, and left. I sighed, then turned back to Natasha, still asleep in her cot.

Clint: “I’ll give you a minute.” And he left without another word. I walked back over to her, kneeling down and brushed some of the loose hair from her face. There was a blood stain seeping through the bandage on her head. I’d have to remember to change that. Still I smiled. I was just happy to see her alive again.

You: “Please wake soon sweetheart. Cause I have something for you when you wake up.” I felt into one of my belts pouches, the small black velvet box cradled inside.
A Very Starking Christmas: Chapter 7
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