Invasion (Russia/America) - (55.2/56) Part 8
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February 9 2011, 08:39:48 UTC
Canada’s eyes widened, realization dawning. The other nations crowded in around the speaker, straining to hear.
“…Told me what?” America dug his fingers into his knees. “Something’s wrong. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Nothing’s wrong-…well…” Tony tapped his fingers, sighing once more. “You remember when we first met?”
“Uh-…yeah.” America blinked, taken aback at the question. “I remember. You were exploring our solar system. Your ship was malfunctioning and you crash landed here. ”
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “But that’s not the entire story.”
“It’s…not?”
“My ship malfunctioning and my crash landing is true.” Tony hesitated for a moment before he continued. “But I am not an explorer. I’m part of a volunteer only military secret agent program from my home planet. I came here on a mission. My sole purpose was to prevent the invasion that started six years ago.”
America’s tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth. A collective intake of air filled the room. Canada sat opposite of his brother, and stared at the speaker.
“These things that attacked you are known throughout the universe as planet hunters. My people were the first civilization to be attacked.” Tony continued before anyone could interrupt. “My people are not an aggressive species. Our culture values knowledge, learning, discovering and experimenting over all else. That is why when the planet hunters attacked, we had no hope of defending it. Not like you did.” Tony paused a moment to take a halting breath. “We had no weapons, no defense system…nothing. So, in order to preserve and ensure the survival of our species, we used our science, our technology…our knowledge…to destroy everything.
“We escaped and roamed the galaxy for five hundred years before finding a planet that could harbor us. After we rebuilt our civilization, my people decided that…they didn’t want another civilization to endure what we went through. So that’s when they created the volunteer only special agent task force. I joined the task force and was trained in stealth, communications, and combat. Our main purpose was only to observe and track the progress of the civilization, and if the planet hunters showed up, we were to do everything in our power to stop them.”
America forced himself to breath.
Tony continued. “I was given my assignment 100 earth years ago. I arrived in your solar system in the year 1950. During a light speed jump, I flew through the tail of a comet, damaged ship, and crash landed-”
“-In Roswell, New Mexico.” America finished. “It was in July.”
Silence. Seconds ticked by.
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “July 8th.”
“You knew.” America’s voice was soft, but razor thin. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I had no choice. I had to follow orders.” Tony reasoned weakly. “I didn’t trust you at first, but after a while-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” America interrupted, his voice slowly rising. “After the flash…all of that time I spent healing when I was half dead-…and you never told me! Not once!”
“I had to be sure.” Tony reasoned, this time his voice far more confident. “I had to be absolutely, 100% sure it was them.”
“But even when you knew, you didn’t still tell me! Aren’t we friends??” America accused, growing more distraught by the second. “I…I-…”
“America, if they found out about me, their worst enemy, helping you humans… I didn’t want to risk it.” Tony stated, his voice firm. “The signal needed total and complete surprise for it to work. That’s why I didn’t say anything.” Tony sighed after a moment. “I’m sorry.”
America breathed and pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing the spot where his glasses rested.
“It’s alright.” America sighed. “I understand. I forgive you.” He swallowed the lump back down his throat and leaned back against the chair. “When will you be coming back to re-join us?”
Silence filled the connection. America waited for a few seconds before shifting uncomfortably in the chair he sat in.
“…Told me what?” America dug his fingers into his knees. “Something’s wrong. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Nothing’s wrong-…well…” Tony tapped his fingers, sighing once more. “You remember when we first met?”
“Uh-…yeah.” America blinked, taken aback at the question. “I remember. You were exploring our solar system. Your ship was malfunctioning and you crash landed here. ”
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “But that’s not the entire story.”
“It’s…not?”
“My ship malfunctioning and my crash landing is true.” Tony hesitated for a moment before he continued. “But I am not an explorer. I’m part of a volunteer only military secret agent program from my home planet. I came here on a mission. My sole purpose was to prevent the invasion that started six years ago.”
America’s tongue glued itself to the roof of his mouth. A collective intake of air filled the room. Canada sat opposite of his brother, and stared at the speaker.
“These things that attacked you are known throughout the universe as planet hunters. My people were the first civilization to be attacked.” Tony continued before anyone could interrupt. “My people are not an aggressive species. Our culture values knowledge, learning, discovering and experimenting over all else. That is why when the planet hunters attacked, we had no hope of defending it. Not like you did.” Tony paused a moment to take a halting breath. “We had no weapons, no defense system…nothing. So, in order to preserve and ensure the survival of our species, we used our science, our technology…our knowledge…to destroy everything.
“We escaped and roamed the galaxy for five hundred years before finding a planet that could harbor us. After we rebuilt our civilization, my people decided that…they didn’t want another civilization to endure what we went through. So that’s when they created the volunteer only special agent task force. I joined the task force and was trained in stealth, communications, and combat. Our main purpose was only to observe and track the progress of the civilization, and if the planet hunters showed up, we were to do everything in our power to stop them.”
America forced himself to breath.
Tony continued. “I was given my assignment 100 earth years ago. I arrived in your solar system in the year 1950. During a light speed jump, I flew through the tail of a comet, damaged ship, and crash landed-”
“-In Roswell, New Mexico.” America finished. “It was in July.”
Silence. Seconds ticked by.
“Yes.” Tony confirmed. “July 8th.”
“You knew.” America’s voice was soft, but razor thin. “You didn’t tell me.”
“I had no choice. I had to follow orders.” Tony reasoned weakly. “I didn’t trust you at first, but after a while-”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” America interrupted, his voice slowly rising. “After the flash…all of that time I spent healing when I was half dead-…and you never told me! Not once!”
“I had to be sure.” Tony reasoned, this time his voice far more confident. “I had to be absolutely, 100% sure it was them.”
“But even when you knew, you didn’t still tell me! Aren’t we friends??” America accused, growing more distraught by the second. “I…I-…”
“America, if they found out about me, their worst enemy, helping you humans… I didn’t want to risk it.” Tony stated, his voice firm. “The signal needed total and complete surprise for it to work. That’s why I didn’t say anything.” Tony sighed after a moment. “I’m sorry.”
America breathed and pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing the spot where his glasses rested.
“It’s alright.” America sighed. “I understand. I forgive you.” He swallowed the lump back down his throat and leaned back against the chair. “When will you be coming back to re-join us?”
Silence filled the connection. America waited for a few seconds before shifting uncomfortably in the chair he sat in.
“Tony?” America called. “Do you copy?”
“I can’t.”
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