Time_Phantom

Bill... Oooo sounds fun.

Yes Holland and Ngumi had a baby at one point. @batkevin74 They don't any longer.

@joshmightbe Thanks for reading. More of her back story gets brought forward. Glad you liked it.

Oh this gets more and more interesting with ever chapter! great job

Marvel Iron Age: Lady Deathstrike # 4

"Captain! Captain Takada!"

Ngumi was on her knees, surrounded by darkness, and covered in blood. The bodies of dead friends lie around her. "I know what you did!"

Their voices accused, and pleaded. "Shut up!" Ngumi screamed. The voices continued.

"Was there ever a reason why?"

"What did we die for?"

"You killed us!"

" This was your fault!"

"This should be you!"

"It hurts, Ngumi help me!"

The blood and bodes begin to swirl like a crimson tornado around her, the terrible cries of an infant tear through the dark and she holds her head in her arms. Trying to scream to keep the voices out. But she fails. She always fails. Night after night it is always the same.

The Private Jet of Alan Bryce:

"Morning sweet thing."

Ngumi woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Her battered body was bandaged and her wounds were tended to. She sat up. She winced in pain as she used a blanket to cover her chest. Everything still hurt. She turned her head, in the chair next to her sat a dark haired man, dresed all in black. "Alan." She grumbled.

Alan nodded and leaned back in his seat. "When I flew in and picked you up; you were in rough shape. You lost a lot of blood. You should have died."

"It would seem death had other plans."

Alan raised an eye brow and then shook his head. "It would seem so. Your wounds have begun healing nicely. You are a remarkable woman."

"Nothing that won't heal in a day or three." Ngumi sighed and layed flat on the bed. "Why am I here, Alan. If Carol sent you.--"

"No she did not." Alan interupted. "Finding you in Japan was only an accident. One I'd like to take advantage of."

Ngumi closed her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

Alan leaned forward with his hands clasped together. "The situation at home is sensitive. Distrust of Ferrum and the Iron Army is running rampant. A good thing usually. The riots that have been going on were getting out of hand and any attempt to..."

"Thngs aren't going well." Ngumi finished.

"Right." Alan said. "I'll explain once we land in, L.A."

One Week ago,

The Geofront,

Agent Ngumi Takada's quarters:

"I can't get you to stay can I?"

"Not this time, Augustus." Ngumi answered, putting her few belongings in a duffle bag. She'd spent most of the afternoon packing and repacking. She told, Carol she intended to quit. Carol gave her two days to reconsider or leave.

"Ngumi, Doom is every bit as bad as Stryfe. We did what we always do. What we have to." Commander Holland said.

Ngumi stopped packing and marched over to Holland, who carried a long card board box under his arm. "I've always carried out my orders without a regret. When, Carol told me she had a tip about the New Latverian branch of Shield being corrupted I never questioned it. Not even when she said everyone there had to die." She glared at Holland and jabbed her finger in his chest. "Did you know what she was up to? I assume you must, because you wouldn't have killed, Carter otherwise."

Holland's eyes were wide with surprise. "How did you know?"

Ngumi turned around and walked to a small wooden dresser with a single picture sitting on top. "You just told me. How much did you know?"

"I knew what I needed to." Holland answered.

"You are an idiot. Is the sex that good? Or do you really not see she manipulated an entire event for her own--"

"Ngumi!" Holland yelled.

Ngumi stopped and kept quiet. She picked up the picture and held it close to her chest. "I'm sorry." She said in a quiet voice. Ngumi picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She walked passed, Holland and slapped the picture onto his chest. "I shouldn't talk about your girlfriend, Ms. Marvel that way."

Holland caught the picture in his free hand. "Hey wait." He called. Ngumi stopped just short of the door and turned around.

"What?"

Holland handed her the long box and nodded. "You'll want that."

"Goodbye, Augustus." She said, walking out of the room, leaving Commander Holland and S.H.I.E.L.D behind.

Holland walked to a wall and leaned against it. He stared at the picture for awhile. The picture had, Ngumi in a hospital bed and a newborn cradeled in her arms. Her hair was down and she smiled, looking tenderly at the baby she carried. Something that no longer shows up on her face anymore.

Holland slid to the floor, becomming overwhelmed with emotion. "Good bye, Ngumi."

To be continued.

@tomdickharry1984: Thanks glad your liken it.

@joshmightbe Yes he is.

Thanks AweSam. A story taking place during that time eh? Thats unexplored territory... I like it.

Wakandan Expedition part 2 is up. Don't know if you wanna post it under Batkevin or me but do what you will from there. Oh and please read it to. And thanks for taking over the libary.

Authors Note: Hello I am Time Phantom behold ye mighty and... please comment I guess? I'm co-writting this with @batkevin74 Which is the most awesome thing since sliced cake. I hope you enjoy this.

The Triskelion,

Conference room:

"So you're a synthezoid?" Silver Sable asked, eyeing the larger man up and down.

"Yes I am." He replied in a voice that sounded like ground glass. "I call myself the Swordsman."

Sable raised an eyebrow. "I guess because of the big ass sword you've got. What can you do anyways?"

The Swordsman crossed his arms and avoided eye contact with her. "I am adept in multiple styles of armed and unarmed combat and it was designed for stealth missions."

"Well with the glowing red eyes, those guady flash lights on your suit I'd dont think the techies at Ferrum knew what stealth is." Sable mumbled under her breath.

"Comming from the mercenary with silver hair and a white and grey costume that must make you an expert." The Swordsman retorted.

Before she could come up with a witty counter the doors into the conference room swung open. Sable turned around, Carol Danvers and a tall dark haired attractive man walked next to her. "Hello handsome." She whispered to herself.

"Leann how has it been?" He greeted in a thick New Latverian accent as he waved to her.

Leann's cheeks turned bright red and she smiled, "Too long, Piotr. I'll always treasure that moment in the bathroom in L.A. before the job in Thailand!"

Piotr looked embaressed and sat in a chair behind her. "I think I remember that a little different."

Leann smiled and wagged a finger in front of his face. "Oh no. You were so scared you were gonna die that it took me dragging you into the bathroom and... well," Leann gestured toward the synthezoid. "I don't wanna spoil his virgin ears. He might go into overload or something."

A large cough came from in front of the conference room. "If you are all finished." Carol said. "We have a mission to discuss."

With a wave of her hand a hologram of Africa zoomed in on the location of the formwer country of Wakanda. "This used to be a proud nation once. It is a waste land now and no one has stepped foot on it in over a century."

"The Nega-bomb attack destroyed the country. Ferrum found nothing but irradiated vibranium." Said the Swordsman. "The land is dead and mostly over taken by jungle. Does it hold any signifigance to you Director Danvers."

"Yes." Carol answered. "It is no secret that with a little luck and disinformation we have kept the Triskelion hidden for over a century. When things go bad we'll need place to fall back to. Somewhere, even Victor Von Doom wouldn't be able to find."

"You think Wakanda is the place to do it?" Piotr commented.

Carol nodded. "The Iron army and Ferrum has next to zero presence in the country or much of the area surrounding it. Silver Sable will transport the team, into the boundary zone. Where even satelite signals begin to dim and after awhile pick up static. You'll be cut off from all communications."

"Sounds like you're expecting trouble." Silver Sable said in a more serious tone.

Carol looked directly at her. "I always expect trouble. We don't know what if anything inhabits, Wakanda. This expedition is to find out and set up shop there."

The armory:

Piotr Schmidt, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D always got nervous before a mission. His family has served in Doom's military since New Latveria's expansion and like his mother and father before him, he joined Shield. He was suiting up before the mission. His combat armor consits of unstable molecules with several built in cybernetic enhancements that grant him super strength and hightened speed, it also comes with several attachments for arm mounted weaponry.

"Hey there." Said a female voice from behind him.

Piotr turned around with a smile on his face. "Leann haven't we gone over the whole sneaking up on me thing?" He puts his arm around the waist of the silver haired girl from the conference room and pulls her close to his chest.

"Oh please. It was hardly sneaking, I had enough time to drop from a dark portal and lock the door. You just don't pay enough attention." She said back, leaning in for a kiss. "Thanks for getting me this job. I needed this."

Piotr kissed her back and said, "You always could go back to that team you used to be on. Back to--"

"And go crawling back to, Taichou?" Leann interupted, rolling her eyes and letting out a frustrated sigh. "No thanks. This last year has been tough. This is my big break and nothing is going to mess that up."

Leann backed off and turned her back of the Shield agent. Her arms were crossed across her chest. "I just really need this to work out." She said quietly.

Piotr put his hands on her shoulders. "You are the best mercenary I've ever worked with. Or at least the most trust worthy," he leaned his head down and began kissing her neck. "Absolutly the best looking."

Leann chuckled and reached back with one hand and stroked his face. "Keep it up, Agent Schmidt and I might just start falling for you."