i fed it to the wolves. 2. (2/2)
It started with this tang of restlessness.
It wasn’t strictly a painful sensation but... something else.
It prodded at Steve’s wolf and then prodded it some more till Steve couldn’t keep still.
Something. Something deep down in the wolf - something just wouldn’t let him rest, kept pushing him, pushing him to hit harder, to grab more, to bite, and tear and hurt. He didn’t want this. He wanted to be the Steve that he knew that he was inside. The big heart. The little guy. Not this… thing.
But its been just way too long ago...
It’s 2am and Steve is where he always is at two in the morning. Beating the shit out of some unsuspecting punching bag. It’s the only way to keep the itch down. The crawling feeling under his skin that tears at him, that just wouldn’t let him rest. It wouldn’t allow him the sleep he craved, the solitude and welcome respite of unconsciousness.
This itch... it wanted, wanted the power, control, and the protection that it offers. To Steve, this only made it worse. It was like the thorn was left in his side too long and was starting to go septic. Maybe that is what it was.
It was starting to infect him... fester and pour out poisonous puss...
Steve pounds his fist into the punching bag, his eyes tightening into a sharp cold blue as he glares at nothing in particular. He clenches his fists tighter and even though he has layers of boxing tape on, he feels his blunt nails starting to dig in.
The gym is filled with nothing but the sound of his breathe and grunts as he batters the punching bag, but Steve hears much more.
He hears the sound of blood pumping in his veins and how they flush their way into his heart. The increased tempo of his heart beat and the small grind of his teeth...and... a scream.
Its not his own- its not a fragment of his nightmares- its not even a memory...
But it aches- and it stirs. Yes, stirs... the wolf is uneasy. The prodding sensations have been becoming harder to ignore throughout the week. This is not an itch, this, this thing he’s currently feeling is nothing Steve’s ever felt before. Its something new and neither Steve and his wolf quite like it.
In the back of his head he hears another cry and he can feel heat, blood scorching heat behind his eyes which makes his head hurt. It makes his whole body was like a string being wounded up- straight with high tension and taunt and when plucked the pitch becomes higher and more discordant and unfriendly.
Steve draws back his arm, takes all his strength and puts his best foot forward and punches the punching bag as hard as he could- as if he could get this sensation to go away; but all it accomplishes is the punching bag to rip and fly away leaving a trail of sand.
Steve pants and stares at the damage and realizes destroying the punching bag has actually accomplished nothing. It has only created a giant mess in his gym and a sore fist, which he welcomes gladly. He sighs at himself and runs his hand through his wet hair and decided to call it a night with the gym and head to the showers.
Steve tears the end of his boxing tape with his teeth and starts to unwrap as he starts to make his way out of the gym and up one story to his bedroom.
Well he calls it a bedroom, not that he uses the bed much these days. Its been about a week since Steve’s had proper sleep... not that he sleeps most nights.
Steve enters his room and for a moment studies his undisturbed bed. He looks at the outlines of the window pane made by the moonlight streaming. Steve lives in a quiet neighborhood in Brooklyn Heights. His neighbors think he’s a some kind of business man, stock broker who works in Manhattan, which isn’t a total lie. Many of his business meets and transactions takes place in Manhattan and Steve did run a small business consulting firm in Manhattan. The area is quiet and homey, and Steve Rogers the man fits in quiet nicely here. Not that he’s in his apartment loft often.
This place was his safe place. This is where Steve goes to strip away the mask he has to wear and wash away the blood and dirt off his hands.
This was his place.
This was a place that reminded him that he’s not only what he had become, he was more... deep inside... somewhere...
He reaches the back of his plain white shirt and pulls it over his head. The shirt is thin, well worn and damp. He takes the boxing tape and balls them up together and blindly tosses both the shirt and the tape in the direction of pamper and doesn’t see if it had landed. He pads his way into his bathroom- and doesn’t bother with the lights. He strips the rest of his clothes and steps into the shower.
Steve sets the water to the hottest setting that they have. Once the water is up to temperature, Steve just stands under the spray and breathes.
“Remember Steven...” blood in his mouth, calm cool hands in his fur.
“You don’t know do you?” evil snarling at him, mocking him.
“What matters is now” beautiful full red lips, sad words but with a smile.
“We have to make what we are- no one and nothing simply is...” clear, dark, sharp eyes, calming and honest voice, speaking words he did not want to hear but had to endure...
Memories rise up against Steve.
It if it is not the wolf that constantly pushes against Steve, it is the flood of memories that try to drown him. That’s why the last thing Steve needs at this point is this new sensation taking over him.
The last thing he needs is a new problem.
The fact he hasn’t been sleeping doesn’t help the fact that Steve hates his job - but he keeps the numbers adding up, makes sure everything is working smoothly, like clockwork, smooth with oil, because that is his job. He is the Alpha- he’s got to protect everyone. Everyone.
Steve opens his eyes, his supernatural eyes quickly adjusts in the dark and as he blinks there is quick shutter of that supernatural glow in his eyes. He rubs them tiredly and finishes rinsing himself off.
Half an hour later Steve finds himself in his office room across his bedroom, dressed in comfortable lounging pants and a plain white shirt. Steve sighs as he throws himself into the leather wing back at his desk. He honestly wants to anything but do his business papers mans and up and bites his lips and does them; because he he has too. He pulls a random file that Natasha had left for him. It’s organised meticulously, like everything she does, and it makes that itch in the back of his head want to fuck it up, mess abou t with all that order, for no reason other than he wants to mess it up.
He silently chuckles and reminds himself he’s not a child any more.
The label simply says, ‘Pharmaceutical’.
Steve looks blankly at the word. Pharmaceutical. He looks at the word and what it stands for.
Pharmaceutical, drug sales.
The blonde scoffs and continues flip the pages reading the clean calculations Natasha has made and highlighted figures of which drug is on the streets and which is being sold the most.
Its 2 in the morning and Steve’s in library den looking over the number of documents listed with seemingly meaningless numbers and names.
Steve hates that he has to be a part of something like this.
Growing up he’s seen what drugs had done to his neighbors and drug dealers in the corner streets being a bully…
‘You think you have what it takes?
All things reap what they sow
Are you ready for your pension?
Are you ready to embrace the monster?”
A ghost whispers condescendingly in Steve’s ear. That was the curse with memories, Steve supposes. They haunt you even when you’re awake.
There is a distant buzzing noise at the back of his head- like a fly trapped in between two window glasses, ricocheting back and forth between the two, making hollow knocking noises till there is a sharp shooting pain in between Steve’s eyes. The man pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes tighter.
‘There’s that pull again’ he tells himself as if he was speaking to someone else and starts to dimly become aware that he probably wasn’t going to get any more work done tonight.
Virgina “Pepper” Potts. Born on September 5th, Virgo, allergic to strawberries. New York native, graduated with undergrads from Columbia University with an MBLA and top her class. Interned for a year as a junior researcher at the Library of Congress and returned to Columbia University for a Masters in Corporate business. After having several offers from major Lobbist groups, Virigina “Pepper” Potts kindly declined all offers and decided to answer to a Personal Assistant position to one Anthony E. Stark.
Because Pepper was Pepper. She was jaded with the world. Bored and didn’t have the drive or the need to climb to the top of the world. She hears rumors about a job no one wanted and yet at the same time a job where every one wanted. The position of Anthony Stark’s P.A.. The rumor was that he was a horrible boss, went through P.A.’s like tissue paper to wipe his ass and just toss them.
So Pepper, being Pepper took this as a challenge. She could have done anything, but because she’s stubborn and she’s loved nothing more than a opposition, so she chose to become a Personal Assistant to one of the most powerful and wealthiest man in America.
Not only a wealthy and powerful man, but a wolf.
So when she walked into the impressive office 9 years ago and saw the man who was just over a couple of years older than herself, and as soon as she sees him her expectations of a powerful spoiled man sitting at the top of the world breaks into nothing but an illusion.
Because what she saw wasn’t a man who took everything for granted and then some, but a man who sat in a thousand dollar heavy leather bound chair, as if it was a throne and at the time looked so small, uncomfortable and out of place.
This was not the man Pepper had been expecting- not the cool, cocky expectations she had read in the papers or magazine.
He was not a god like being she had imagined.
‘Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.’ she had thought.
Even with the beautiful, stunning panoramic view of Manhattan’s skyline, even though he was practically and quiet literally sitting at the top of the world he seemed to look as if he wanted to escape. This was not a throne room for Tony Stark this was a prison.
Maybe it was because Pepper was an empath - even though she didn’t level high enough to register as an other born, she still felt emotions running deep and there she felt an empty and hollow man, as he sat on top of one of the most capitalistic cities in the world, in a thousand dollar suit and a billion dollar grin- it was nothing more than...
“Ms. Potts?”
Pepper broke out of her revere and snapped her attention back to the man now standing up from his desk and gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.
“Oh,” Pepper flushed for just a moment before she recovered and placed back her determination and professionalism into place.
“Mr. Stark,” She greeted as she places her hand out to shake his. He smiled back and shook hers and gestured again for her to sit. She smiled and accepted the seat. Tony too sat in his seat and leaned back into his chair, the recline spring bouncing him back and forth slightly as he studies her with a curious eye and a never fading grin. He places his finger laced hand on top of his stomach and says,
“You’re hired.”
Pepper shocked found nothing else to say other than, “What?”
“You’re hired. You want this job right? I mean, I’m just assuming- you’re here- this is a job interview- you’re pretty- I like seeing pretty things...”
“You haven’t even interviewed me!”
Tony gave her a knowing look and an amused smile that make her pull back a little.
“Ms. Potts, you are way too over qualified for this job. Why would you be here if you didn’t want this job and I mean really want this job.”
Pepper opened her mouth, not knowing exactly what to say.
‘When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain’ Pepper thinks.
“I want this job.”
“That’s what I thought. I guess i should at least ask why do you want this job.”
“Because I like a challenge and I heard you’re a pain in the ass,” Pepper says bluntly, a slight flush rises to her cheeks- she ignores them and then clears her throat and tilts her chin up. Tony Stark stares at her and laughs- the grin disappears and turns into something...
The love of heaven makes on heavenly...
He finishes laughing and sits straight, leaning on his desk and smiles openly at her,
“When can you start?”
“What would you like for me to do, Mr. Stark?”
“Well you can tell the other applicants that the positions been filled.”
“I can do that for you, Mr. Stark,” Pepper says as she stands up and flattens the front of her skirt, “Is there anything else, Mr. Stark?”
What Tony did next was what made Virginia “Pepper” Potts realize that what she had just stumbled her self into was not just a challenge for her to mark in her resume- or her personal agenda book of accomplishments. She had stumbled onto a man who needed someone like her. Found a man who had everything he could want and had nothing he’s ever needed.
A man who needed her help.
A man who smothered himself in metal but wanted to do nothing but run free- wore his grin and character flaws like an armour and held his head high when every bit of his body wanted to curl and bury it self away. She found and felt emotions of a man who, if he wanted, could change the world- change everything...
She felt and she fell- she had never felt someone so deep and complicated and...
“No,” He had told her with a smile that started to morph back into a stiff grin and eyes twinkling a flutter of moon beam, he gave her a kind smile and turned his gaze away, “That is all Ms. Potts.”
‘ Would I were with him, wheresome’er he is, either in heaven or in hell.’
9 years ago, within the first ten minutes of meeting the man, Pepper had decided that she was going to stand by this man because nothing could compare to what and who Tony Stark was.
Empty, hollow, sad and lonely; filled with character flaws, yes. All yes. Yes to all above.
However he was so much more as well.
He was like a deep well with so much potential. He could be filled and filled and filled with so many beautiful things. He could be so much- and that drew Pepper to stay.
After 9 years she was still there, next to Tony Stark because she still believes in the man...
She had resiliently stayed with Tony Stark even when he had pushed her away.
All the board meetings he was late to, and all the signatures she’s had to bully Tony into signing, and all the could have been scandals- and all the one night stands she had to clear away, and the hormone suppressants. Even taking care of Tony when he would lock himself up in his Malibu home gym when he would get into his abnormally scheduled heats- petting his fur after he had shifted into his wolf form because staying in his human form was just too much.
She had stayed after all the drunk nights and hung over mornings-
She had stayed through the uncomfortable and awkward sexual tension and the wonderful dinner dates after both of them were tired of dancing around each other.
She had stayed even after their heart breaking realization they were just not compatible and nature had not created them to fit together physically the way their did in every other way.
She stayed with him because he’s the only one she’s got, and she’s the only one he’s got.
She stayed because even though they were no longer lovers, they loved each other- and nothing- no nature, no politics, no hung over mornings and late board meetings and drunken partying could break that.
She stayed because she knew and believes in Tony Stark.
She now stays in the SHIELD conference room, patiently waiting for Director Fury. The skin next to her right thumb is torn and hang nails are the only thing that mars her perfectly manicured hands. Its a nervous habit of hers. She tries not to tap her designer heels against the floor and tries to keep the cool and level headed professionalism she prided herself in.
But this was Tony.
Its been nearly a month now. There was no news and the board members are now starting to vulture around in fear and wanting to quickly resolve Tony’s estates. Obidiah too was also no help. She never enjoyed the vibe the man gave off-
People were starting to give up on Tony... which was simply not acceptable.
Pepper walked into SHIELD and demanded a meeting with Director Fury. She was told he was busy and doing all he could but no, she told the receptionist, Clara kindly with but with sharp eyes. She will wait as long as if took to meet Director Fury.
So she now waits, she feels helpless, but she waits because for the time being this is all she could do.
The conference room opens. Pepper looks up and finds not Director Fury but a Caucasian man in a standard black suit. He had short dark hair neatly swept to the side, and though his eyes were of a man whose had too many things haunting him, he had a kind smile and gave Pepper a gentle smile.
“Ms. Potts, I’m Agent Phil Coulson.”
Pepper stands and walks to Phil who fully enters the room and closes the door behind him.
“Hello, Agent Coulson,” she said as she reached to shake his hand. He smiles again kindly and takes her hand and shakes it.
“I’m so sorry that you had to wait. We are currently a bit understaffed and Director Fury has been called out to Brooklyn for a meeting.”
Pepper smiles kindly, “I understand, however its been nearly a month now. Stark Industries are worried, to be honest, Agent Coulson, Tony’s not just my employer he’s also one of my best friends. This is personal for me.”
“I understand that you are worried...”
“Tony Stark is an Omega,” Pepper cuts in. Coulson stares at Pepper. His smile falls. “The night he was taken, he was going through a intense treatment of heat suppressants. Now I don’t need to spell out for you why I am so concerned that we find him as soon as possible.”
Agent Coulson takes a moment and then says, “This information wasn’t in his file.”
“Its not something many people know. As far as the public is concerned Tony Stark is a high Beta. And also so that we are clear, Agent Coulson,” Pepper says as she reaches into her purse and draws out a portfolio and hands it to Agent Coulson who takes it off her hands and immediately opens to read it, “ So that we are clear, have Director Fury sign his so that this conversation we just had about Tony Stark’s status is to be kept confidential.”
“This is a confidentiality clause.”
“Yes, it is. Please have Director Fury sign it by the end of today,” Pepper states rather than asks.
Coulson stares at Pepper and nods. “I’ll make sure that I personally hand this to him and personally send it back to you Ms. Potts.”
“Thank you, Agent Coulson. Now you said something about being understaffed?”
“Our branch is not something that attracts many people- most of our staff and agents are currently in the field- there is not many who are at head quarters at the-”
“I will help.”
“Excuse me?”
“Anything to bring Tony home as soon as possible.”
“Ms. Potts I don’t think there is much...”
Before Coulson can finish Pepper reaches simply into her purse and brings out a bundle of files.
“This is a dossier of The Ten Rings. The main leaders and their affiliates. The blue folder has their activities in chronological order, the red one is their activities in method of terrorism. The fifth packet has the name and list and summaries of the Ring’s leaders and I know for a fact that most of these information is not something you have on file- seeing that I have read your files and have re-summaries them for maximum efficiency, which is placed in the yellow folder,” Pepper says with a smile.
Agent Coulson stares at her blankly. Pepper couldn’t read the man so she gave him a dazzling smile and added,
“I was not hired by Mr. Stark because I look pretty in a pencil skirt, Agent Coulson. I am very, very good at my job. Now can I safely assume that I could use this room to step up? I have several things Mr. Stark’s driver, Happy needs to bring up and set up an area I could work.”
Agent Coulson stares at Pepper and then back to his hands where he held the handed folders. He opens one and flips through sees the immaculate report. He looks back to Pepper and smile.
“Could I get you a coffee while you start, Ms. Potts?” he asks.
She smiles back at Agent Coulson.
“Oh you and I are going to get alone, fabulously.”
Steve hates wearing suits. He’s a simple kind of man... well... simple as any mob boss can get. He prefers wearing nice knitted sweaters with worn jeans and wool socks rather than the 3 layered suit he’s currently donning; but this is a business meeting.
Natasha insists on them.
“Fury’s agreed to a meeting later tonight,” Steve hears Natasha across from him in the town car currently crossing the bridge to head into Manhattan. Steve randomly notes that the traffic not too heavy for the hour. Steve turns his gaze from the window to Natasha. She sat their calmly as ever. Dark red hair just a flirt away from her shoulders. She wore a simple black dress with long sleeves. She always wore black, as if every day was a funeral.
He had told so her that many years ago. It was one of the few times Natasha had laughed so freely. It was beautiful but at the same time... so eerie. It had reminded Steve of winds singing in and through a snow storm. Cold yet beautiful... it had suited her well.
“He’s taken his time to answer.”
“They are apparently, understaffed,” Natasha replies with amusement in her voice. Steve raises a brow and couldn’t help but to also raise a corner of his lips.
“Did he try to give you back your old job?” he asked her while picking off imaginary lint off his dark blue suit pants.
“He did,” She answered. Steve looks up at her and saw her smile.
“How many times do you think you’ll break his heart by declining?”
“That’s entirely up to him. He is the one who keeps asking.”
“Fools can dream, I suppose,” Steve says with a small chuckle and returns back to watching the Hudson out from his window. Natasha hums in agreement.
There is a moment of silence between them, it is not an uncomfortable silence, but Steve feels uneasy. His shoulders stiffen involuntarily.
Something stirred and something prodded. The wolf whines against the subtle pull.
“How are you doing, Steven?”
Steve flicks his gaze to Natasha. Her smile does not grace her face. Her eyes are sharp and clear, Steve can tell she is reading him. She knows something, but then again, she always knows something. He could ask her, but he knows she won’t answer.
“Fine.”
“Fine,” she echos.
“Yes.”
“Lies.”
Steve’s wolf growls at Natasha, but Steve takes nothing by it.
“I must remind you that I frequent your home often. Your bed has been undisturbed for several weeks now.”
“Nothing new.”
Steve says holding his eyes with Natasha’s. She says nothing, then after a moment she blinks and smiles slowly.
“Yes. Must be nothing new.”
Steve looks away and back out the window. This was a simple supply run. Check the drug supplies- make sure everything was in order and head over to a neutral location to meet Fury. Steve disliked working with his drug supplier, but Natasha had insured Steve that out of all the drug suppliers in New York, Murkov’s drugs were clean as drugs could get. He does not lace or cut his drugs, he was a purist.
Its impossible to take drugs off the streets- and its impossible to have a world where there are no bad guys. Steve things that he might as well be the lesser evil.
Natasha and Steve find themselves sharing comfortable silence.
The first time he’s met Natasha, she held Steve by the jaw when he was a wolf. Made him stare at her straight in the eyes.
She had found him when Steve had been at his lowest, and she brought him out of the dark to face his demons. Well, some of his demons. He trusts her even when he can’t trust himself.
“Do not think so hard, Steven,” She says. She calls him by his full name when she’s amused. It makes Steve feel like a child, but compared to her- he might as well be...
Roughly a half an hour later they town car stops in front of warehouse. Steve opens the door and exits and holds the door for Natasha.
Steve buttons his unbutton suit jacket as he walks to the entrance where Murkov is standing there to greet them.
Murkov is a middle aged, tall, lanky, and oh so stereotypically Russian. He speaks in broken Russian sometimes when he is too excited where Natasha has to fill in Steve. He always offers a glass of his favorite Vodka. He also gushes over Natasha, always tries hard for her even though he knows he’s just another poor bastard who is completely entranced by Natasha Romanov.
Murkov shakes Steve’s hand first- with two hands.
“Meester Rodgers,” He says with his thick accent, “Always such a pleasure to meet you.” Then he turns to Natasha who has readied a charming, and coy smile and gasps. He says something in Russian which is no doubt some compliment of her beauty and opens his arms.
“Soinyshko moyo! My sun, Madame Romanov,” Murkov says as he takes Natasha’s hand which she gives freely. He kisses her knuckles soundly and gives her a smile.
“You are ever so radiant, how do you walk amongst us mortal men, Madame Romanov?”
Natasha gives him a coquettish laugh Steve knows she reserves for business meetings, “Oh, it is not so hard when I know men such as you walk this mortal plane, Murkov.”
Murkov sputters and blushes then he kisses Natasha’s knuckles again.
“You are too wonderful- Ti kravslvaya!”
Natasha gives the man another round of laughter then says, “I have herd that you have finished with this quarter’s supply, Murkov. You always work so hard for us.” She says.
“Ah yes, yes! Please come-” Murkov says as he motions Natasha and Steve into the warehouse but before they could take another step in Steve scents something, but Steve could hardly call it a scent, it was more closer to a stench.
The three halt at the sound of a clash. It came from the left of them, between the alley way of Murkov’s warehouses.
“It’s a wolf,” Steve says, his eyes flashing a pale gleam. The wolf inside him stirs excitedly-something to bite.
The clashes become louder and more violent then silence. Steve slides Natasha behind him, not because he thinks she can’t protect herself, but because he needs this.
He needs to make something bleed.
There’s a moment of complete stillness- but Steve’s an experienced wolf. He’s an Alpha- he knows the single moment right before the other wolf jumps out of the alley way. Steve moves- fast- drawing back a fist and punching the wolf right at the throat as it jumps out of the alleyway before it even gets a chance.
The wolf falls right down and skids back. Steve get a looks at the wolf. He’s big.
Bigger than Steve. Steve eyes its opponent who has already shifted into wolf form, but something is wrong... the wolf smells all wrong.
The wolf shakes for a moment and struggles to stand. Steve patiently waits for the wolf to makes it onto all fours again. He shakes himself and stares at Steve. Steve stares back at the wolf, and sees the gleam in his opponent's eyes and sees that it is not the same shade of pale moonlight that wolves have- it is a sickly bright green, unnatural and angry. So angry- as if... as if it was in rejection.
The idea of rejection catches Steve off guard. Rejection could only mean one thing; that this person was bitten and bitten without consent.
Such actions were not only illegal, but a taboo.
The wolf inside Steve shrinks away, his appetite to make something bleed fading quickly and and doubling in its need to protect and cater. Its moments like these that Steve feels maybe not is all at lost within himself. That he still has a code and a philosophy he lives by. No matter how bad it gets, he can still remain a good person.
Steve and his wolf stills and waits.
The other wolf senses Steve’s sudden hesitation and takes advantage of it as he darts towards Steve. His jaw is wide- enough to maul Steve in half, but even without shifting Steve is stronger and faster. Steve grips the other wolf’s jaw by the teeth. The sharp teeth digs into Steve’s palms.
Steve’s contender snarls at Steve as Steve keeps his jaws open wide. They sway together momentarily before the Alpha uses the momentum of his opponent’s moment and slams him down, face first. Before the wolf can get back up again Steve presses the other wolf down by the throat. The wolf snaps and snarls at Steve, but Steve forces the wolf to stare at Steve.
“Look at me,” Steve commands.
The wolf does not obey, it continues to thrash and claw at Steve. Steve ignores the tearing of his suit and the cuts being made by the wolf’s hind legs in attempts to excape Steve’s grip.
“Look. At. Me!” Steve commands again, but this time in his Alpha voice. It echos out as if it was more than one voice speaking at once in an empty cave, filtering out into an eerie command.
The wolf halts automatically and stares at Steve with its toxic green eyes. Its wide and full of too many emotions, but Steve can identify pain when he sees it.
Mentally Steve swears, just the thought of an non-consensual bite and rejection makes the Alpha in him want to howl and throw himself against something. No wolf could stand to watch another wolf go through rejection- it was instinct for them; like a mother to her babe no wolf could stand the sight of a wolf rejecting itself.
“Calm,” Steve commands and the wolf’s breathing starts to slow - confusion fills the other wolf’s eyes.
“Calm, I don’t want to hurt you,” Steve repeats a bit more gently, no longer using the voice. The wolf now whines at him. Steve looks over to Natasha who has a grim expression on her face. Steve nods at her, and she comes closer and kneels down next to Steve.
She looks at the wolf Steve has by the throat, she raises her hand and pets the wolf between the eyes. The wolf whines and lets out a mournful howl.
“Shh,” she sooths and lays the wolf’s colossal head on her lap. The wolf tries to resist but Natasha presses her thumb against the center of the wolf’s head. Within seconds the wolf gives out a whine and falls asleep. Natasha continues petting and looks up to Steve who looks at her with an equally grim expression on his face.
“Murkov,” he calls out.
“Y-yes, Meester Rodgers,” Murkov stutters from behind him.
“I’m afraid we have to rearrange our meeting,” Steve says as he lets go of the wolf’s throat, stands and turns to the Russian.
“Of-of course!”
Steve nods at him and then turns back to the wolf lying on the floor.
The massive wolf lying on the floor.
Natasha continues to pet the dark black fur, so dark that it shined dark green as she hums a slow song to the wolf. She looks to Steve as she continues to sooth the wolf on her lap.
“I think you need to call Fury and tell him that we have another problem on our hands.”
Natasha doesn’t stop humming, but nods in agreement.
Steve sighs tiredly. He pulls out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes the blood on his hand. The wound on his palms already have started to close. After he finishes cleaning his hands, he reaches into his suit jacket and takes out his phone and presses 3 till the phones starts to dial.
“Yea, boss,” the phone greets.
“I need you to drop everything and bring your team and a transport truck to Murkov’s.”
“What’s going on, boss?”
“We’ve got a stray.”
Author’s note:
All background information about Pep is fiction. I tried to research about her background but nothing was given. If anyone has any more information about please feel free to email me so that in the future i can use this information. Thank you!
quote: “Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.’ is quoted by Albert Einstein.
quotes: “When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain”
“ The love of heaven makes on heavenly”
“ Would I were with him, wheresome’er he is, either in heaven or in hell.”
all quotes from Henry the V, by William Shakespeare.
please no Pepper bashing- Pepper is pretty awesome, no matter how she was portrayed in Iron Man 2.