I haven't been on the site much recently due to personal problems, and the fact that I have been writing two movie scripts (very time consuming), one of which will actually be made, hopefully soon.
July 17 marks an important date for my history on this site. July 17 will be the one year anniversary of the release of one of my greatest stories...
The Avengers
So, in honor of this event I plan to release a long delayed sequel to this story. I started the sequel about 8 months ago, but I have had a hectic few months and this was delayed. But here it is a preview of what is to come...
Avengers 2
Nick Fury was hidden behind the bulk of a demolished car in the middle of the remains of Times Square. The dark night was choked with smoke, lights flashed as power sporadically failed throughout the city, only to repower moments later. He held two pistols in his hands, he was sweating profusely as explosions echoed through the city, in the distance he saw the flash of a car exploding and heard shouting in an unusual language. “That’s my cue.” He muttered as he leapt over the remains of the car with guns a blazing towards nearly a hundred soldiers in full body armor. His shots took the soldiers by surprise as he cut five of them down before they could respond. The soldiers fired at him with energy weapons that blew huge furrows into the concrete near him as he rolled for cover behind an overturned van. He dropped his empty clips and jammed two fresh ones into the pistols. He took a deep breath and jumped from behind the van, opening fire as he did. Only this time, the soldiers were ready for him. He took one energy blast to the chest, it blew him back several feet onto the ground. He stared into the sky as a light shone from above. As he drifted into unconsciousness he muttered, “my fault… all my fault… shouldn’t have trusted…”
Natalia Romanov, aka Black Widow, walked through a room filled with SHIELD personnel until she came to a Nick Fury, who stood looking out the viewport of the Helicarrier as it hovered over a desert area. He turned and acknowledged her with a nod as she reported “Colonel, my recon of the facility has shown that the black ops team is indeed compromised. Avengers black ops member code named Black Knight, infiltrated a Stark Industries facility last night searching for data.”
Fury clenched his fist “What did he get?”
Widow handed him a folder “All Stark data relating to SHIELD, and all available Iron man data, which thankfully wasn’t much. He also pulled data on a small island in the south Pacific that Stark owns. No information on the island except that it has an exclusive resort on it.”
Fury shook his head, “This is bad. Black Knight was a top level operative. If he is selling these secrets to who I think he is, we’re all in trouble”
It had started out as a paradise, Clint Barton and Barbara Morse, also known as the Avengers members Hawkeye and Mockingbird, had spent a luxurious three weeks on a tropical island. A wedding gift from team member Tony Stark. It had started as a paradise, but even Eden can become a Hell.
The waves of the beach washed the blood of a dead waiter in a white suit who floated lifelessly near the shore. The small resort was riddled with bullets and the bodies of the staff and guests. Clint and Barbara both leaned behind a large stone bar, hidden from their attackers. Barton was reloading an assault rifle and two pistols as Barbara bandaged a wound on Clint’s leg with cloth improvised from her evening gown. They both worn their best outfits, or rather what remained of them from dinner the night before. The resort was attacked by dozens of armed mercenaries that came ashore during the dark of night, they slaughtered everyone. Everyone save for Clint and Barbara, who somehow managed to fight off their attackers all night.
Barbara looked at him as he winced from the pain of the bullet wound in his leg “This is bad, we have to get off of the island.”
Clint nodded “Remind me to kill Tony when we get back.”
He handed her a rifle and picked up the two pistols as they heard voices from behind them. The mercenaries opened fire, the shots turning the stone counter of the bar into a hail of dust and shrapnel. Clint vaulted over the bar, opening fire with the pistols as he did. His shots took out two of the six mercenaries, giving Barbara a chance to leap over the bar and open fire with the rifle cutting down another mercenary. Clint flipped over a long table for him and Barbara to duck behind. Barbara slid behind the table, cracking off a series of shots as she did, taking out the last mercenaries. Hawkeye went to dive after her, but as he did three shots struck him in the side. He cried out in pain as he fell to the ground in front of the table.
“CLINT!” Barbara cried out as she leaned over the table to grab him, as she did her head was snapped back by a single well placed bullet between her lovely blue eyes.
Clint turned his head to see a lone figure walking through the smoke and rubble. He stood over the bleeding Clint who sobbed slightly from grief and pain “you bastar… you killed her… why?”
The man kneeled down and raised Clint’s head with a cold metal arm. Clint saw he wore a long coat and dark sunglasses. The man dropped his head and held his gun over Clint and fired. He then walked away silently as Clint and Barbara Barton bled out onto the floor.
What do you think?
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
I should have it out in about two weeks. Coming next week though is a completed story about a certain ocean based Hero.
HAWK out
About The Author:
An aspiring writer. Currently studying for a creative writing degree.