3 Technomancer in MCU #3
Chapter 3
Technomancer in MCU
New York City
–Natasha Romanoff–
Shooting another Chitauri alien with the 'Widow Blasters' this weird suit came with, she wondered when her life became this strange.
Being one of the top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., she has seen her fair share of strange stuff but this does take the cake.
–A few hours earlier–
They were exiting from the emergency exit of the now-ruined jet, when they saw multiple people stuck inside a school bus.
"Probably thought it was a safe place to hide when the blasts began" " she thought.
"Barton, with me" Steve ordered Clint.
"Roger that, Captain", he replied cheekily.
Giving her a reassuring smile, he nodded and went ahead to help the passengers.
Meanwhile, she removed the safeties on her guns and proceeded to shoot any and all riders she could see.
Crackle! Crackle!
The comms crackled, "Romanoff", came an infuriatingly smug voice through them, "Miss me?"
"As much as you miss your father, Tony?"
The comms were suspiciously silent after that.
"Too soon?", she asked Clint.
"Eh, he had it coming anyway" he replied, shaking his head.
We were on our way inwards into the battlefield area after clearing out the bus, something slammed into me, shoving me into the ground.
My vision soon began to darken. Looking up, all I managed to see was some black sludge spread all over Clint.
Just as the thought of this being a surprise enemy attack began to take root in my mind, a voice spoke from seemingly everywhere.
"..Greetings, Black Widow. I am Alfred, your designated partner for this exciting battle we have ahead of us.", a voice chirped excitedly.
And then my vision cleared up.
Standing up, she could see Clint covered in skin-tight armour of sorts, examining his hands.
"Uh, Nat, you alright?" he asked nervously.
"Yeah, just peachy.", she grumbled.
"Uh, Alfred, was it?" she spoke aloud.
"Yes?", came the voice simultaneously from all three of our armours.
"Not creepy at all", she thought in her mind.
"Who exactly are you?", she questioned.
After all, while they might be providing reinforcement and backup for now, she had seen more than her fair share of backstabbing and was always on guard with situations like this one. The ones that seemed too good to be true.
"To answer your question, Miss.Romanoff, we would be wasting valuable time better spent in fighting the invaders and making sure that they leave the planet post-haste. I would recommend that you start working with the parameters already given to your suits.", Alfred replied tersely.
As she was about to question him further, "He's right. Our first and foremost goal should be to save the people. The questioning can come later.", Steve interrupted.
"Besides, a representative of our organisation will soon arrive to assist you all. After this invasion is over, he will be providing you with a full debrief. So please, less talking more smashing.", interjected Alfred.
"Alright alright", she took a deep breath, "Fine."
The conversation died down as they entered the fray and started cleaning up any aliens they came across.
According to the suit's parameters, She was supposed to be airborne and taking out anybody that came too close to the Stark Tower and remain there.
Clint had taken an interesting approach to this suit of armour.
She could almost feel the giddiness wafting off of him like a child who found a new toy.
"What an idiot", she thought fondly.
Just because he was excited didn't mean that he missed any shots, though.
Clint had taken surprisingly well to his suit. Flying around intuitively, shooting long-range targets with his never-ending supply of energy arrows.
The captain on the other hand was probably still getting used to the existence of the internet, so this might not be the easiest stuff to handle.
But, as an energy shield whizzed by her, bisecting a bus and smashing through a dozen aliens hidden behind them, she thought "Maybe the suit's more intuitive than I thought"
As they cleared about another large area with a subway entrance where they herded all the survivors they could find, she heard the comms crackle to life,
"Uh, guys?" said Tony.
"What is it, Tony?" asked Steve
"Look up"
As they both looked up, a blue wave of sorts expanded and passed through us.
Upon close examination, she could see arachnid-like structures that were emitting this blue light.
She whirled around when she heard a series of gasps behind her. Only to see a number of the brave ones come out and point toward the sky excitedly.
She took a look, only to freeze.
She could very clearly see that a huge shield had covered the entirety of the nearby area.
Taking flight, "Holy Crap", she thought as she could see that there was now an energy shield that covered an area as far as her eyes could see.
It was a very strong one too, judging by the frustrating attempts of the Chitauri. Even one of their big whale ones crashed into it and it didn't even show as much as a flicker let alone cracks.
"Impressive, right?" came an incredibly smug sounding voice.
"Who are you really, Alfred?" she replied back.
"All will be revealed soon, Miss.Romanoff.Now will you please follow the parameters?" he grumbled back
Rolling her eyes, instead of replying, she was about to turn around and go to the Stark Tower when something whizzed past her at an incredible speed.
"Alright, you have got to be messing with me," she said, frustrated.
"I apologise if I startled you, Miss Romanoff. Honestly,I was told that the Avengers were made of rather sterner stuff.", a little hologram of an old butler popped into my HUD, sniffing haughtily.
I deadpanned at him.
"If you must know, that was one of the many medbots being deployed to NYC."
"Medbots?" she asked, uncomprehendingly.
"Just watch and learn."
She watched on as many small TV-sized floating platforms came out of the medbots. They were, as was the theme of this organisation, sleek and made of black stuff with shiny blue circuitry running through them.
They were also floating, apparently.
She watched on as one of the floating platforms came near one of the injured people, nothing too serious, just scratches and bruises, and scanned them somehow.
What it did later raised all sorts of alarm bells in her head.
"Clint, are you seeing this?"
"Yeah, still working on believing. Man, Fury is not going to be happy about this."
"Yeah, no kidding", she replied.
The floating platform, after presumably scanning the medical state of the person in front of them, emitted a focused bright beam of orange light on the bruised and scratched areas.
Amidst a sea of gasps from the huddled group of injured people, the injuries began to visibly fade away.
With the amount of these medbots launched in the city, she could safely assume that a majority of the people will walk away from this ordeal physically fine.
"That's not all either. The largest doctors' conference of this century was coincidentally happening right near New Jersey. Almost all the doctors present there have been kidna-, Ahem, Escorted to the Central Park and a large cordoned-off area has been created there for them to treat the patients that can't be completely healed with the Vita Rays.", Alfred added helpfully.
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Word Count - 1245
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