Chapter 11: I'm Green?

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(General P.O.V)

The building shook.

Despite that, none of the ones inside seemed to really care.

"What are we looking at Tony?"

Cap asked the owner of Stark Industries.

On the table before them, were small pieces left over from the device the Blood Brothers had placed on the Hulk's back.

"A Gamma energy bomb."

He answered, his skin slightly tinged green.

"One designed to release a gamma virus. Before we stepped in and killed the party."

He swiped the screen.

"According to these readings, we got the blunt of a huge dose of that same unstable Gamma Radiation virus."

Iron Man said, zooming in on a d.n.a strand on the holographic screen.

"Isn't that like huh... dangerous?"

Hawkeye asked, crossing his hands across his bigger chest. It was easily noticeable.

Another tremor rocked the building.

"Duh." A sarcastic voice stated.

"Its gamma radiation. What do you expect?"

The voice came from Falcon who was leaning on the wall next to the door to the lab.

"What did you say, punk?"

Hawkeye replied, turning around to face Falcon. Both heroes started growling, a green tint appearing on their skins.

"Okay, everybody calm down."

Iron Man tried to appease them, raising his hands.

"Stark is right." Cap spoke up, cutting in.

"The two of you need to cool off."

Iron Man placed a hand on Captain America's shoulder.

"Do you always have to interrupt me?"

Tony asked, barely contained anger in his voice. His eyes flashed green.

Cap tightened his hold on the shield then he shrugged off the hand before walking away.

"Falcon...how about we check up on the Hulk and Thor?" He suggested.

"Maybe having the Hulk try to teach Thor how to remain in control of his anger wasn't such a good idea. Those two might bring the whole building down on us."

"That's a good idea. And maybe there we can go a few rounds, I'm feeling... irritated."

Falcon added with a growl as they left.

(Billy's P.O.V)

"...have the situation under control?"

A grouchy voice asked.

"The Hulk is not a threat Sir. And Stark is already analyzing the compound and making headway in to finding a cure."

A female voice said from beside the comfy bed I was sleeping on.

After sleeping on the hard floor this past week, the feel of softness was heavenly.

That thought reminded me of all that had happened. I had lost my apartment! I hope the owner had insurance incase aliens clashed through and wrecked your property.

The reality of my situation was enough to make the anger from before surge to the surface. But it felt wrong. It was more... potent. Unreasonable.

I feel like killing something. Anything. That's how mad I was. Then a cool sensation washed down my body from the center of my mind.

Solomon's legacy. It allowed me greater control over my mental and emotional state. I was yet to finish on setting up a complete mind-scape but I was already seeing the benefits.

Rage monster crisis averted, I turned my attention to eavesdropping on the conversation between who I was sure was Black Widow and Fury.

Maybe I would know why I was so angry, apart from the whole apartment thing of course. Oh and also what had knocked me out.

"Yeah. About the cure thing..."

Another voice cut in. It was familiar.

"Stark, of course you were listening."

Fury sighed in frustration.

"My house, my rules." Tony Stark answered before continuing,

"Anyway, I cannot synthesize a cure in the time we have left. The unstable Gamma Radiation is already coursing through our bodies, only Natasha was lucky enough to escape it's range. Its just a matter of time before it goes critical and we become Ave-grenades."

I had to catch myself from cringing at the terrible pun.

"That was..."

Black Widow begun when she caught herself.

Thank God. Let the man have some dignity.

If everything I had heard was true, then the Gamma Radiation was responsible for my unreasonable anger.

It was the green gas I had seen before everything went dark. Unstable Gamma Radiation, the same thing that had given the Hulk his powers. If I got hit by the same thing did that mean I had his powers?

Oh shit. That means, I really really couldn't afford to get mad. Wrecking the city when I was supposed to learn how to defend it was not exactly Champion like.

That is if I even made it to that point in time. The second part of Tony's statement was worrying. We didn't have a lot of time? If the gamma radiation went critical would I explode?

Psionic energy couldn't help out there. I could elect a shield to defend myself from external threats, but what if it was a weapon from inside?

I immediately cut off the introspection. That had been happening more and more these days, I think it was a side effect of Wisdom. Thinking too much leads to too much thinking after all.

"Motherfucker. what other options are we left with?"

Fury cursed out before asking.

"For now, I can try to create a containment field powered by Vibranium that will surround the Tower, keeping all of us inside. If I die Fury, I just want you to know...I have a better beard than you. Ciao."

Widow sighed at his behavior. She then turned to Fury.

"I have an idea we can try. Who's the foremost expert on Gamma Radiation?"

"Banner."

Fury answered with a narrowed eye.

"I know what you're thinking, Widow. I approve, do what you can to get the hulk's help. We cannot afford to lose the Avengers with Red Skull running around."

"Yes Sir."

Black widow answered.

"What about the boy? What does he have to do with this?"

Fury's question made my heart skip a beat.

"Why don't we ask him that?"

Widow replied and I knew the jig was up, so I didn't bother feigning sleep any longer.

I unlocked the wrist cuffs placed on the frames of the bed. With my Psionic shield activated I floated off it and faced Widow.

The room I was in almost made me whistle. Expensive furniture, soft looking carpet, paintings that probably cost more money than I had ever seen and the bed...that thing was huge.

All in all, it was high end, nothing like my apartment. Infact, the space inside this bedroom was 5 times larger than my place. And I still got the feeling that the owner was being modest.

My sight went back to the only other person in the room. Widow had a gun pointed towards my face.

"Jesus! Lower the gun!"

I yelled, putting my hands up in alarm.

I could probably tank it but sue me for not wanting to risk it.

I delved inside her mind in preparation. The second she thought of pulling that trigger I would be able to stop her.

Reading her mind however allowed me to understand it was just a precautionary measure incase I went all rage monster. My skin was tinted green after all.

Oh Fuck...so it was true. I was infected.

"Billy Batson." A black man with an eye-patch said from the holographic screen behind the Black Widow.

The projection came from a small device placed on the desk beside a couch, facing the clear glass panes looking out into the city.

Widow was seated on that couch, a gun held loosely in her hand with one leg crossed over the other.

"Or at least that's what it says on your Driver's license. You appear to be in the system...but something about you feels off. I don't like puzzles."

Fury concluded, while Natasha kept watching me with an impassive expression.

I turned to Fury.

"Tell her to put the gun down and we can talk. I'm not going to turn into the Hulk. My powers allow me to control my own emotions better than the average person."

That gave them pause. A glint of interest appeared in Widow's eyes.

"Riiight."

Fury said.

"I think the gun stays where it is."

I felt a burst of irritation course through me.

"Fair enough."

I sighed, sitting back on the bed.

No use in getting mad when a single tantrum could resort in the entire block getting destroyed.

Besides, I was curious how this would go. I wasn't really scared of them, I might have only had a week's practice with my abilities but I was confident I could defend myself and if it came down to it, escape.

"So what is this? An interrogation? You can't do that without a legal guardian present."

I told Fury.

"Really? Says here that you're an orphan."

Fury replied.

"You managed to get emancipated at 16 and have been supporting yourself through the steadily dwindling stipend that all orphans get once you leave the orphanage."

Then Black Widow took over saying,

"You don't have a legal guardian except for a city appointed official who checks up on you regularly. Your next visit should be in a week or two."

I blinked. Was that the Wisdom of Solomon working in the background? My statement had led to them exposing what they knew about me. Huh, guess I'm getting wiser.

So I was registered as an Orphan. And what kind of Orphanage gives stipends to it's charges?

Maybe it was backed by an ultra rich guy like Tony Stark? Marvel didn't seem to have a shortage of those.

"Now, let's move on to how you can do what you can do." Fury spoke up once more. His tone noticeably took on a hard note. 'Trying to intimidate and coerce me into agreeing to his demands.' the thought drifted to my head.

I didn't even need to peek into Widow's mind to confirm it for myself.

"If you were a mutant, I could send you on your merry way. Maybe help you reach out to a friend. However, that came up negative on our scanners. The question is what are..."

Before he could finish the sentence, the whole building was hit by a massive tremor.

A section of the ceiling caved in, dropping a chunk of concrete down on us. I flew towards Black Widow and caught it before it could squash her.