Tony snorted into his coffee, nearly choking as Creel's praise for Kakashi kept going. "Cut lightning? Thousand jutsus? This guy sounds like a comic book wrote him. What's next, he can teleport between countries? And what the hell are even jutsu, and what the fuck is a Sharingan?"
Creel's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, his voice getting louder. "Yes, that's right! He can teleport! Poof—gone in a swirl, shows up behind you before you blink! And the Sharingan… oh man, it's his eyes, the devil eyes! One look, and you're peeing yourself, trapped in a nightmare where your grandma's chasing you with a rolling pin! He copies any martial arts he sees like, bam, your best punch is now his punch! Pakkun, his talking dog, told me Kakashi once juggled three swords with his toes while eating ramen! And Naruto, the fox? He said Kakashi sneezed and accidentally split a lake in half!"
Tony's coffee sprayed out his nose. "A sneeze split a lake? What is this guy, a walking disaster movie? Next you'll say he high-fives dragons for fun!"
Creel nodded wildly. "Dragons? Pfft, he would ride them if he found one! Blindfolded! With one hand holding a book!"
Bruce rubbed his temples, muttering, "This is getting ridiculous."
Fury's voice cut through like a knife. "Enough, Creel. I didn't bring you here to fanboy over Kakashi."
Creel froze, his face red. "S-sorry, sir. Got carried away."
Steve, ever the good guy, frowned, his arms crossed. "If he's as good as Creel says, he's an asset. But why's he on a different mission? We need him here with Loki running loose."
Fury's eye glinted, "The truth is, Hound was given a side mission to find Loki in a outer space mission while handling something bigger. But it seems Loki chose to come to Earth."
Tony thought, 'Outerspace? SHIELD has the capability to go to space?'
He snorted at that thought, 'Nah, Not possible, they buy and copy technology from Stark industries. So it must be something related to this Kakashi guy that allowed them to travel in space.'
Fury looked at Blonsky and Creel,"You both would deal with Loki as soon as we find him.
Blonsky cracked his knuckles, "Happy to smash anything that moves, sir. Long as it's not Banner's green side."
Bruce glared but kept his cool, his mind racing about Kakashi. "If this guy can control transformations, maybe he can help me. I need to talk to him."
Tony leaned back in his chair, his brain whirring. He'd read files on the mercenary "Hound," seen blurry videos of fights where the guy moved like a ghost, lightning crackling from his hand. 'So his name's Kakashi, huh. Jutsu, Sharingan, sounds like magic bullshit, but it's gotta be some tech that he used. Advanced tech. I need to know more, and someone is telling me about him without even asking.'
Tony's smirk grew as he eyed Creel. "I still doubt he'd help with Loki, an alien."
Creel's voice shook, half awe, half fear. "You don't get it, Stark. Pakkun, that talking dog with Kakashi, said he stopped a meteor with a flick of his wrist! And the fox, Naruto, he said that he blew up a mountain just by blinking!"
Tony's smirk faltered, his coffee mug pausing mid-air. "A talking dog and a yelling fox? Fury, you're hiring insane people now?"
Steve shot Tony a look, his voice firm. "Enough, Tony. If this Kakashi is with S.H.I.E.L.D., he's on our side. We need to focus on finding Clint and stopping Loki."
Fury nodded, seeing through Tony's fishing for info. He changed the topic smoothly. "Exactly. We think he's planning something big. Barton's under his control, feeding him intel."
Tony shifted gears, his eyes glinting as he zeroed in on Blonsky and Creel. "Okay, new guys, let's see the resume. Fishy muscle ugly thing over here—" he jerked a thumb at Blonsky, "—turns into a walking tank. What about you? Do you transform into Barbie?"
Creel smirked, unfazed. He slapped his hand on the metal door behind him. His skin rippled, turning silver and gleaming like polished steel. "How's this for Barbie, Stark?"
Tony's face went "Oh," his eyebrows shooting up. "Okay, that's… actually kinda cool. Like a budget Terminator. Can you do gold? I'm thinking Oscar statue vibes."
Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Tony, stop poking them."
Bruce muttered, "This is why I hate meetings."
Before anyone could throw another jab, the Helicarrier shuddered. An arrow pierced the wall with a screech, rocketing straight toward Fury's head. Creel moved like lightning, his metal body intercepting the arrow with a clang. It bounced off, embedding in the ceiling.
The room exploded into action. Steve's shield was up, Tony's suit assembled in a flash of red and gold and Blonsky's muscles twitched, ready to transform. Fury didn't move, sitting calm as ever, his eye unblinking even as the arrow had whizzed past.
"It looks like our targets decided to grace us with their presence," Fury said, his voice cool.
Creel, still metal, thought fast. 'Umm, should I call the boss back? He said to tear the tag only if it's super serious and can't be handled. Clint's his friend too… Maybe let's wait. I'll call if it gets worse.'
Alarms blared, red lights started flashing inside SHIELD's hellicarrier . Agents scrambled to stations, pulling up screens showing Clint Barton, Hawkeye perched on a catwalk outside, his bow drawn, eyes glowing with Loki's eerie blue control. Loki himself was nowhere in sight, but his influence on Clint was clear.
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