9

Daniel and the other agents were busy clearing up the glass. Since his physical lack of a leg, it was a little more difficult but he was working, the sound of a sudden phone ringing made him jump, a few others as well.

"I got it." Daniel answered hobbling over to his phone and picked it up. "Hello."

"Is this the SSR?"

"Yes, a there anything a problem?"

"There's been a massacre in the theatre, no survivors; I'd like a few of your agents down here to see if it's linked to the Stark problem."

"How many people were in that theatre?" Daniel asked, jotting it down, concerning shooting into his stomach.

"I'll tell ya when ya get here, better in person than over the phone."

"We'll send a few agents down," Daniel said then hung up. "Okay, Theatre Massacre, someone get Agent Thompson and Agent Ca- another agent." He said, correcting himself which the other agent's ignored. He dusted himself off and pulled on his jacket. Thompson appeared soon enough with a second agent and they headed off in silence.

The ride down was quick to Daniel's relief, even as they got to the theatre.

"Are you the SSR folk?" The man asked as they got there.

"What the hell happened here, detective?" Thompson asked.

"Hell if I know. We got 47 dead, heads bashed in, eyes gouged out, not a single survivor." He said, tuning and headed inside.

Daniel's eyes immediate went to the white sheets of bodies lined next to each other.

"Jesus," Daniel faintly heard the other Agent mutter.

"It's like some kind of monster got in, never seen anything like it."

"All this happened side the theatre?" Daniel finally asked, tearing his eyes away from the sheets to the man. See thing sheets hit too close to home.

The man hummed with a nod then pointed towards some doors, "Yes this way." He stepped passed him and Daniel followed after, leaving Thompson behind.

They came to a pause inside the doors, moving to let another two men carrying a sheeted stretcher.

"I guess you G men catch this stuff all the time." The man asked. Daniel looked at him, his eyebrow waiting with a questionable look in his eyes before he looked back to the mess of a theatre. It looked like a slaughter house.

"No." He stated, "No we sure don't." he made his way forwards, missing the sigh from the man who walked away, probably to go help somewhere else.

Daniel let his eyes wander the mess, shoes, bags, the bag's content were strewed everywhere, blood stained clothing were also amongst it all. None of it lay clues on what-

His mind stopped for a moment as his eyes Landed on something chilling. A baby pram. He didn't hesitate to crutch forwards at top speed. There had been a baby? Was it still alive? His hoped it was and well. No one could have gotten to the baby if it was covered. He dropped his crutch off to the side and bent down, forcing his fake to bend and he grasped the pram then heaved it up. His eyes searched the clean sheets, sighing in relief. It was empty. No baby. He let go of the pram, letting it wheel away. Maybe the baby was already gone.

Looking near, he found no remains of it either. Then his eyes caught a flash, darting back to see a small canister resting innocently. Curious, Daniel picked it up. A gas canister? He twirled it around slowly, his eyes landing on the name before it suddenly burst into his face.

Instantly he found himself coughing- heaving, it suddenly became difficult to breath, his chest seized up with mild pain.

He heard his name being called but he couldn't focus. Then it became easier to breath, panting for breath, he turned his head to see Thompson next to him.

Daniel felt his body react first, the sudden urge and desire to crush his throat was the first thing to come to mind. The surprise gave him he advantaged, pulling him down to the floor and instantly began to squeeze down on the other man's wind pipe. He felt resistance form others but he could get to the others in a second. He wanted to kill everyone after Thompson, the man who always gave him crap for missing a leg. With Carter already dead, it would make it easier as well..

"Sousa!" An arm tried to grab his, He flung his arm out, pushing the other away then—pain in the back of his head black suddenly captured him.

Sharp pains etched with each breath as Daniel felt himself stir into awareness then he started to chough, to dislodge the feeling of pain and what felt like dust in his lung. It helped. To an extent but his windpipe felt sore and scratchy.

Opening his eyes, Daniel found himself lying down. He tried to move but his limbs weren't working. Grunting a little, he looking to see restraints on his wrists.

"Ah, welcome back to the world, Killer."

His head turned to see Thompson in the door way.

"What..?" He croaked. His heart leapt in his chest. Carter? Thompson was calling that because he killed Peggy? As true as it was, he didn't want to be listed as that.

"Hey, no need to sounds offended. It's not every day you're blasted in the face with a gas compound that made you try to throttle me."

Daniel quickly concluded that for the reason of his restraints, laying back. "What was it? Did I hurt anyone there?"

Thomason shrugged, "No, But I have one hell of a bruise under my collar. The police knocked you out before you could use your teeth."

Daniel nodded, taking deep painful breaths. Was this fates revenge? A Killing rampage. Certainly looked like it.

Barley passing more chat, Thompson removed the restraints, letting him loose to get ready before he buggered off. Daniel grabbed a new change of clothes, and swapped, collecting up his stuff back into his pockets and limped back to Hear Thompson explaining the gas. Getting a few glances from a couple of the agents there.

"So if these canisters were taken, how many were there? One canister turned a theatre into massacre within minutes. I got hit with only a little." Daniel said after a moment.

"The lab counted 10 considers. Meaning he has the potential to send half the city into a homicidal rage."

"The theatre was a test run. But there has to be more to this."

"Probably. What you getting at, Sousa?"

"There's more to it than what we think, I'd say they're trying to draw out a target. They've tried to take out the competition—us— to the goal." He knew Carter also fell into the taken out part. "We just have to find that first."

"You don't need to. It's mean He's after." All agents jumped, their hands going to their guns. Turning to see the last person to expect.

Howards had expected their reaction, though barely moved at their commands. He was unarmed. Though Jarvis's hands shot straight up. His radio to Peggy was hidden in his jacket, taped down the button so she could hear everything on his side with her radio.

"How did you get in here?"

"Poor security system; the same ones that secure the white house. So.. They may need an update." Howard shrugged, coming off unconcerned. "Let's take this somewhere private."

He was led by the blonde and the crutch agent, Thompson and Sousa from what Peggy had told him. Taking a seat without prompting though another agent carried in the box he had brought in with him.

"Stark you are under arrest for—"

"Wait just a moment." Howards said quickly, "You don't need to arrest me, I came here willingly."

"Why?" Sousa asked, suspicious. "You could have come here yesterday. Or the day before. Why today? Innocent men and woman died because of you last night and before that. Including Roger Dooley, Ray Kaminski-"

"I heard what happened to Peg." Howard interrupted silencing Jack, who looked to Sousa. "She's the reason I came back." Howard turned his focus to the peg-legged agent. "You killed her."

"It was an accident!" Sousa snapped.

Howard sneered at him a moment. "But you get off her murder. Which puts us to our current dilemma."

"You mean your inventions?" Jack rounded. "You're using Peggy against us to get you off."

"I never said that." Howards said before taking a deep breath. "You know, it's bad to have hundreds of dead names to an invention. Your allies included. Normally it concerns me but doesn't upset me but when I heard my best friend…the only one I knew could help me was…murdered due to misunderstanding…how can I not come back? Defile her memory by being a coward?" Howard shook his head. Thinking back on thinking she was dead, that expression sinking onto his face. "I will find a way to fix my mess but I need the SSR to help. I'm not saying do it for me, I don't deserve that but…Do it for her."

Howard knew this conversations was going to go one way or another. Though He could see the honest expression of surprise on Jarvis's face, like he was feeling like he had before he knew Peggy was alive.

Sousa looked away, Jack looked down, his posture stiff, making it unreadable on what he was gonna do.

"Once it's over…then fine; arrest me. But I need to do this for her as well. She died protecting me. I want to honour that."

The air was thick and heavy. Both agents exchanged a look before Jack nodded Sousa out to talk. Howard watched though, not hearing what was aid but could see the words exchanging between them, hearted and angry. Before it calmed they both came back in, flustered.

"Fine. What have you got?"

I know, I know it's been aaagggessss. I've had no muse for this until the new season started up. Though XD I'd love for reviews XD I need more inspirations XD