Chapter 5
With each punch he threw an image flashed in his mind.
He knew this was not coping. He didn't care.
The bang the punching bag made every time his fist connected kept turning into the sound of a bazooka being fired, and instead of scaring him, it just made him angrier.
An image of Garp, always punching around his grandsons, trying to force his ideals and dreams onto them.
Bang.
The image of his father, smiling his ugly smug smile as he tried to drag him back to a world of isolation he so hated.
Bang.
An image of Bluejam after he and his older brother had stormed his base to save Luffy.
Bang.
An image of Dandan acting annoyed while trying to hide her amusement when the three of them had caused more trouble for her.
BAng.
Howard Stark giving him that menacing grin, as he told him his intentions for the young boy.
BANg.
Peggy Carter as the woman paraded him around in front of the masses like some kind of monkey performance.
BANg.
Watching as Bucky died, when he wasn't strong enough to save him.
BANg.
Waking up 70 years into the future.
BANg.
That fucking Bazooka.
BANG.
The bag finally snapped and was sent sailing across the room. He didn't really care at the moment. He stared ahead of him for a couple seconds before walking over to get another bag.
A voice calling out to him made him stop and turn though.
“Working off some steam?” It was the man from before, with the eyepatch. He had a folder in his hand and a pensive look on his face.
Sabo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Before grunting and continuing to hang another bag.
Nick Fury sighed slightly before walking forward towards the man many people called legend.
“There’s been an incident,-“ he was cut off when Sabo punched the bag in front of him significantly harder than his previous throws.
Sabo froze for a moment. A dark look took over his face and his blond hair hung over his eyes.
Examining him in that moment had Fury wondering about the other man’s mental state once again. The soldier’s eyes looked void, dead,.....almost...cold.
A heartbeat passed before Sabo spoke. “I told you I’m not getting involved with any of your missions or the military anymore.”
Fury sighed and nodded. “Yes, and unfortunately it seems like I have to go back on my word. A energy source, the Tesseract, was stolen. You dealt with it before.”
Sabo whirled around to face him. “Yes I did. I also watched as a man was disintegrated in a millisecond in front of me just from touching it. I watched men tear each other apart for that thing. I have no desire to get involved with it again.”
Fury was a tad unnerved by the look in the super soldier’s eyes, but he would not be beaten. He met Sabo’s gaze head on and spoke with a voice that refused to shake.
“I know how dangerous it is. And in foresight it shouldn’t have been dug up, or we should have disposed of it somewhere no one would ever find it again, but it’s in the past and it doesn’t change the fact that it was found, it was kept around, and it was stolen. My men are equipped to handle a lot of things, but not what’s coming. Not alone at least. We need someone who’s stronger, can lead them, and has experience with things like this. That’s why I came to you. Will you help my men.”
It was a question. It didn’t sound like one. Sabo grit his teeth. He knew what the man was trying to do. And he hated it. He hated a lot of things lately. He hated Howard, the Nobles back home, the worlds,...himself.
A guilt festering in the back of his mind spoke up, reminded him of everything, he relented.
“I’ll be at SHIELD in the morning.” Sabo practically spit the words out before grabbing another punching bag, and getting out. He felt like he needed it tonight.
Fury watched him go. He didn’t say a word.
He just hoped everything would go smoothly with the startup of the Avenger’s initiative.
..Who was he kidding.