Note from LuluCalliope: This is something that we (all of the members of the AvengerSpawn) have been working on since the beginning of the year. We know that it's just us derping around, but we'd appreciate any feedback. Please review. I know that this chapter is short, but longer ones are to come, I promise.
Prologue (Meredith)
I've only been on a helicopter once or twice before, and my dad was with me both of those times. (We were on one when we were dragged out of Calcutta by Natasha and the rest of SHIELD.) But he isn't here now. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers are here, along with Agent Phil Coulson and three totally weird strangers. They're not from around here…they look like they're going to a Halloween party or the opera. One of them is a girl about my age. She called Tony (also known as Iron Man) her "mom" at one point. Okay…whatever, I'm not even going to go there.
There's also this really tall muscular blond man. He's like the good-looking version of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo…only more bad-ass. He's holding this giant hammer thing, and I am afraid that he'll try to crush somebody's skull with it. That would be a problem, at the very least.
We're taking his brother, the other man—Loki—back as our prisoner. He's the one who has been trying to take over the world and enslave mankind. He doesn't look too menacing or dangerous, I think. He actually looks…kind of handsome. He has long, jet black hair that passes over his shoulders, haunting green eyes and angular cheekbones that show off his white skin. He looks very surly, but at the same time, so…sexy.
Oh, great. He catches me staring at him, and favors me with a wink. I feel my cheeks growing hot. I must resist the urge to smile at him shyly. I must ignore the desire to make out with Loki—
"You want to do WHAT with my father?"
Oh, no. Did I say that last part out loud? I must have. Why else would the grouchy girl be glaring at me? I clear my throat, trying hard to pretend that my cheeks are not crimson. "I—I said…thank God…that we ended up lucky?" All right, that was the worst cover-up in the history of bad cover-ups. I seriously just want to HIDE from how awkwardly bad that sounded.
The girl rolls her eyes and slouches over in her seat. "Parents with children should not be allowed to date," she laments. I decide to change the subject.
"I'm Meredith Banner," I say to her, holding out my hand for her to shake. She stares at it like it's a poisonous snake for about thirty seconds. I hope I haven't offended her. Maybe shaking hands is a rude gesture wherever she comes from?
"Thalia Lokison," she curtly replies when she finally takes my extended hand in hers.
"Cool," I say warmly, smiling at her.
"Whatever," she mumbles, shooting the floor a cold glare.
Everyone is quiet for the rest of the ride, but not totally silent. Phil tries to get Steve to sign his Captain America card collection. (He's an even bigger nerd than I am sometimes.) Thalia starts talking with her "mom" and "Uncle Thor". And as I sit under the penetrating stare of Loki, all I can wonder is…
…why does our greatest threat have to be so unbelievably hot?
I know that this is pretty short, but trust me, longer chapters are ahead! Review, please!