Leprechauns Return
Megan's POV
I grinned, shaking hands with another satisfied VIP customer. "I'll be sure to pass on my compliments to Tony. He sure picked the best woman for the job." Robert laughed, handing me the check. "Oh Robert. You don't have to. It's my job" I said smiling widely. All this fake smiling was hurting my cheeks. But it sure beats working the bar and living off tips.
I closed the office door behind Robert's retreating back, heaving a sigh of relief. The night was winding down, seeing that it was only a Wednesday night. I thought back to the chance encounter that helped me get this position. Tony and Natasha. Man, I hadn't seen them since I got the promotion. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen Steve, T'Challa or his buddy Sam in the past 2 months. Hmmm, they could be really busy... I knew because I made it a point to visit the floor at least four times throughout the night, just to bond with my subordinates better too. Everyone was happy.
Well almost everyone, I thought with a sigh. I lifted my shirt to stare at the ugly blotchy purple skin. It never was going to end. And for the first time in a long time, I prayed to anyone who would listen: "Please let me survive this long enough to leave that house."
In my new role, I had unlimited access to all the news outlets, so I slowly educated myself about the happenings of the world. Apparently there was a team of superheroes called the Avengers, and they'd saved the world many times. Then there was that huge leak of information, by Black Widow- exposing the not so good organization known as Hydra. It was almost surreal to read.I blushed in embarrassment when I remembered the day I found out that Tony was actually THE Tony Stark from Stark Industries. Gods, and to think I'd told him to get a test or something. Jesus, way to go Megan. Tony's Iron Man. Gosh they must've thought I was some kind of idiot. I treated those stories that I came across as fantasies. Bedtime stories. These people operated way beyond my current world. The phone beeped. "Yeah?" I answered
"Guy making a scene here. Demanding to see.. you? apparently, he knows your buddies or something."
"My buddies?" I asked puzzled, frowning. Probably an attempt to ask me out or something. This wasn't the first time a drunk fool thought that it'd be funny to mess with us. "I'll be right there, Josie, thanks" I told the new bartender. We both hung up and I straightened my outfit, before walking out confidently. When I approached the bar, I slowed. There was an unfamilar man in the bar with Josie, who was looking a little pale and unsteady. She was leaning heavily on the counter. "Josie? You know that you're not allowed to..." I said slowly, entering the bar. I stopped mid way when I noticed the blood on her abdomen and the gleaming weapons on the man's sides. He was dressed strangely too; a thick kevlar-looking vest, cargo pants and boots.
"Sir, put down the weapon, and tell me what you want. No one else needs to get hurt," I said cautiously eyeing the gun in his hand. He raised it to her head in response. A few patrons saw this and screamed, running away. Soon, the music had stopped and people were fleeing. Many managed to leave but a good portion were trapped in here. I flitted my eyes about and noted the many armed gunmen that were blocking the exits. They pointed their weapons at the patrons, and I had to stifle a groan. I'm gonna lose my job for sure, people are gonna die and Mr Stark is so gonna give me the boot. The man started yelling in a European? language, waving his gun about wildly. I didn't understand a lick of what he was saying. "Sir...Sir..."I tried to interject. He kept yelling shoving his gun into Josie's temple, making her pale face go white, and tears to come cascading down. I grew angry "Hey! Calm the fuck down, and tell me what the fuck you want!" I yelled back, clenching my fists. "The Keptain" He garbled. "The Captain? Dude, there's no Captains here. The nearest one is down by the strip club Mr Booty's. They got all the Daddys and Captains there." I responded, eyeing Josie with concern. No one else was hurt yet, just her. The man spoke into his com and was waiting a response from whoever was on the other side. "Hey, I need to get her medical help, okay? She's not doing so good." I told the armoured man. He glared at me, then looked down at her, as if he forgot she was even there. He barked something else into the earpiece and nodded solemnly when the response came back. He took his gun and aimed it at her.
"No!" I screamed, horrified. The walls on the far side of the club collapsed and a red streak flew in. I squinted. "Iron Man!" A patron yelled, and the group of people that were still trapped cheered. The armed men aimed their weapons and without hesitation, started firing. I gasped, not knowing what to do. A couple of bullets caught some innocent bystanders and they fell to the ground, unmoving. I had seen my mother's death, so really this should have been nothing to me. But I felt traumatized already. "No, no, honey, please, no" I heard Josie sobbing softly as the armored man stopped shooting at Iron Man and was now aiming his gun back on her once more. "Sorreh sweetheart, gotta keep it professional" He cocked the gun, and she cried louder. i took whatever was on the countertop and threw it at him. He turned his poisonous glare onto me. "We've got plans for you so just stay put" He hissed at me. "Now you speak Anglais(English)?" I mocked, throwing another object, which happened to be a lemon. I reached behind me and threw another object, not realizing what it was. I gasped when the knife sunk into his shoulder.
"Oh fuck, hey buddy, please don't die" I babbled. He growled and pulled the trigger on Josie, who was looking shocked. The light left her eyes instantyl I could see it go. She was dead. "Why'd you..." I trailed off, unable to take my eyes from her limp body. "She failed the missions. Hydra does not tolerate failures." He recited, before he grabbed my arm, trying to lead me out of the bar, amidst the fray. "I'm not going" I cried holding onto the bar counter top. "Yes, you are!" He tugged back, almost making me lose my grip. I kicked his knee and ran back into the bar. I grabbed the drink hose. "You didn't even say what the fuck you're here for!" I screeched. "Keptain. There's no fucking Keptain here!" I screeched, panicking when he came for me again, snarling. I pointed the hose and let the coke spray into his eyes. He screamed in anger and pain, twisting around, throwing his fists about hoping to hit me. I ducked his fists (gee, thanks for the years of practice, Father) and ran out of the bar.
Only to ram straight into another body. I panicked again, slamming my fists into the body and grabbing whatever I could. A gun. That'll do. I aimed it at the other armoured man, whos stared at me incredulously. "Didn't think I'd take your stupid gun did you? Get the fuckkk out of my club! And stop killing people!" I screeched, waving my gun wildly, accidentally setting off a shot. I jumped at the loud bang. But I kept my grip on the gun thankfully. Coke man came out of the bar, still rubbing his red eyes and glared balefully at me. He barked something, again, into his com set, and a minute later, there were a couple of other guys flanking the armed duo. I was beginning to feel like a mouse in a trap. Looking over their heads, I could see that Iron Man was still pretty occupied with the other armed gun men. He was of no help. Ugh. See now, why those stories about Iron Man saving citizens should be kept as just that? A story? A fantasy. In reality, people died. And I refused to be one of them. "Back up! I'm npt afraid to use it!" I yelled. The men stilled eyeing me cautiously.
"You can't shoot, sweetheart" Coke-Man sneered, advancing. I shakily pointed my weapon at him. He wasn't wrong. A loud grunt took all our attention. I turned to the left and watched as a redhead casually took down each armed man before they could even get the drop on her. I saw Coke Man raising hsi weapon to shoot her, and I lifted mine in retaliation and fired without thinking. I kept firing, unable to stop myself. I dropped the gun when it grew hot, unable to grasp what I'd just done. I sank to my knees, and half crawled over to his body. "Sir...?" I said softly, poking his body. He let out a few gasps, his eyes turning to meet mine. "Hail...Hydra" He gasped, his eyes staring unblinkingly, as the light faded from his eyes.
"You did what you had to." A female voice came right next to me. I jumped, picking up the nearby gun and pointed it at her. "Hey, we're cool. Megan?" She cooed, her hands in the air. "Who are you! What do these people want from me?" I asked the red head who looked familiar. "It's me, Natasha? We met some weeks ago." She edged towards me. "Natasha? Natasha, oh my god, I killed him. I don't wanna go to prison, I don't deserve this" I cried, letting her engulf me in her hug. She sneakily took the weapon out of my hand, but I was a little too distraught to care.
"Bring her back to the compound" I heard a mechanical voice order. "Hydra wanted her, we can't allow another innocent to be caught."
"I know what to do, Stark" Natasha snapped. The repulsors fired off, and by the time I turned around, there was no Iron Man in sight.
Natasha helped me up, and walked me to a car, waving off some men in suits with a sharp glare. She helped me buckle in, wrapped a blanket around me, and she sped off.
I just hoped I was trusting the right people...