I figured it out at a train station. As soon as I figured it out, I booked a train to somewhere odd. I think I'm in the Faroe Islands?
I got a train ticket to the end of England, got a plane, went more North and got on another plane.It's cold here. I just wanted a place, where I won't be found. I just wanted to process this information.
The Avengers. The reason I wasn't still in the military. The reason I don't really fight or go to America anymore. The reason I stopped talking to my good friend. The reason I flipped my entire life around. I was texting them. I had taken a liking to them.
Shit. I had callen off work. Well actually the Madame switched me to Nordic archaeology. There's not much to find on the island. I don't really understand people much either.
It's whatever. It's been a good couple of weeks. I haven't responded to anyone besides Juni and Will to let them know I'm okay.
I should check the group chat.
Basically it looks like Juni and Will shared no information once the others pointed out I haven't responded. They just said I was really busy.
Gods, I don't deserve them.
I want to fight something so I reach into my bag, pull out my mask, knife and a small little vibranium square. I hold my necklace for a few seconds. That's something I notice I'm doing for comfort.
I find an empty place, put my mask on and place the square on the ground and wait a minute.
Out pops a fully vibranium dummy that I can practice with.
I start fighting it and I think an hour goes by when a plane starts hovering overhead.
"Hey, Verdict," Nick Fury tells me over the speaker.
"Nick," I say, coldly still going at it. "I know you have Avengers ready to strike in all four cardinal directions and extra agents past them."
"You're a smart one," Fury says.
"You learned that tactic from me," I smirk.
"No need to get cocky," he says, tired and a bit defensively.
"What do you want?" I roll my eyes and slash the dummy.
"There's a war out of our control. We need you're help," he explains.
"Last time you needed my help, it ended up with me moving to France and switching careers," I deadpan.
"Please, Verdict. I said I was sorry," he begs.
"Sorry don't cut it, Nick," I yell.
I assume he motions because I see a dart come at me. I dodge that one but somehow missed the other one and it gets me.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the Quinjet, luckily with my mask still on, and knife in my hand, above some country I can't tell from my location.
"Well shit," I say, vocalizing my thoughts.
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Why Me? (An Avengers Wrong Number)
FanfictionShe's just trying to text her friend, but accidentally texts a superhero. Will Y/N get more than she bargained for? Best Rankings (cuz I'm very proud of these): - #1 in avengers (7 August, 2022) - #1 in wrongnumber (8 August, 2022) - #1 in marvel (2...