Chapter 121: Avenger!
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A second later, she was Retired.
"Shit." Rex muttered. "I was hoping that I'd at least make it through this game with my Queen."
"No such luck, I'm afraid, Rex!" the armour-clad Imogen replied. "Looks like it's you or me for this Rating Game."
"Damn straight." Rex replied, spreading his ten wings, and flying into the air, so he was on a level with Imogen, while healing himself via magic to the point that he was in as good a physical condition as he could ever be, at present. Now."
The former Gremory Heir regarded the current Belial Heiress with confident eyes, and made a 'come on!' motion with his hand.
"Bring it."
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At the Avengers Tower formerly known as Stark Tower, in Manhattan, New York, three individuals sat in a living-room type place, talking casually to each other: two men and one woman.
One of the men was a rather tall guy, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a very toned body, and was wearing casual clothing, coloured red, white and blue.
The second of the men was a bit smaller than the first, with short brown hair and matching eyes. He seemed to look rather shyer than the first man, and wore a buttoned shirt and pants.
The sole woman amongst the three was, in a couple of words, stunningly hot. Her hair had a slight curl to it, and was coloured dark red.
Her figure was also one that most supermodels would trade their souls not that the general public considered them to have souls in the first place for.
She wore a pair of combat boots, dark skinny jeans, a red t-shirt, black sweater and brown leather jacket.
"Anyone know where Thor is?" the blonde guy, Steve Rodgers, also known as Captain America, asked.
"Asgard." the brown-haired man, Bruce Banner, replied. "Visiting his ancestor. Of the same name."
"Right." Rogers replied, nodding. "What about Hawkeye?" he asked, to the red-haired woman, Natasha Romanoff.
"Hunting a Stray Devil a few miles east of here." Romanoff replied, calmly. "It's a Low-Class one, so only he went.
Rogers made to ask something else, but someone, a middle-aged man of average height, black hair and wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt and jeans, came walking up to them.
"Hey, everyone." Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, a self-proclaimed billionaire, genius, former playboy and philanthropist, spoke to his three comrades.
"There's something you might want to see."
"Stark, no-one wants to see what hair-brained mechanical scheme you've come up with." Natasha Romaoff replied.
"No, it's nothing like that." Stark replied. "Seriously, come on."
He left the room, and after looking at each other, Rogers, Banner and Romanoff all decided to get up and follow Tony into his office, where there was a seventy-inch plasma-screen TV which Netflix, of course.
Also in Tony's office with him was an African-American man with black complexion. He was bald, and had only one eye which was his right eye.
His left eye was covered by a black eye-patch, and it had a couple of scars visible across it.
He wore a leather coat, and black clothes underneath.
"Okay Stark, what's this all about?" Rogers asked. "Oh, hello, Director."
"Tony, here, has just stumbled across a live broadcast of a Rating Game." Nick Fury, current Director of SHIELD, replied, referring to the competitions between Devils and their peerages that he and Thor the actual Thor, the ancestor of the man that Asgard had sent to help humanity stop Loki from attacking New York even if the attack from the Norse God of Mischief had been stopped by a certain someone who all the original six Avengers had a bit of a grudge against had informed everyone about.
"And one of the participants in the game is someone you might know pretty well."
Steve, Natasha and Banner all looked at the TV, where, flying on ten white bat-like wings, and clashing with a woman in black armour all five individuals in the room could tell that the armour-clad individual was female, was...
"Rex?!" Steve and Natasha both called, at the exact same time. Steve was more shocked than anything to see the face of the centuries-old Nephalem again in his life, while Natasha sounded legitimately pissed-off which was surprising, considering how, given that she lied and tricked people for a living, she, 90% of the time, she seemed to put up a stone-cold, fearless front to see Rex' face again.
After all. He was the one responsible for rendering her out of action for a good few months with a very well-placed blow to her nether regions.
Though even she had to admit that she had, in a sense, asked for it. Or at least Director Fury thought that way, given how, after learning what had happened, he'd yelled at her for a good hour.
"Well, at least we know he's in the Underworld, and we, therefore, can't track him." Nick replied, sounding slightly annoyed himself, as he had authorized some agents to keep an eye on Rex Gremory as best they could, in the aftermath of a certain event a few years ago. "Yet."
"Doesn't he still live in Spain?" Banner spoke, for the first time since entering the room.
"No." Fury replied "He moved to Greece about a month ago. He might have found out that we were monitoring him, given that we haven't been able to get any info on him beyond that he moved."
Tony, however, was taking very great interest in the Rating Game, as he saw the black-armour-wearing woman opening her hand and letting a large stream of fire fly towards Rex, who flew up and dodged the attack.
"Okay, I'm putting $25 on Rex winning this match." Tony remarked. "Given how soundly he kicked our asses a few years ago, and since he has ten wings now, instead of eight. Who else wants to bet?"
Natasha was fast to bet on Imogen.
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