An Avengers AU loosely based on the movie Oblivion. Hope you all enjoy. Disclaimer: I own neither Avengers nor Oblivion. This is just for fun.
Prologue
The world was different now. Vastly different. It seemed to quiver in its cold, dark desolation, shuddering in its emptiness, and clawing for the existence it once possessed—one of thriving vitality.
It's inhabitants had once lived in (relative) peace, quiet, calm, going from day to day living their individual lives, having their individual problems. Until after that day—the day in which they watched their heroes fall and saw their world crumble. It was only a matter of time though. The realms had once been separate. But that was a dream from the past. Once he had gotten hold of the gems, and the gauntlet of power-to bend reality and everything else of worth to his will—he had changed everything.
I will merge these realms, he had said, and give my lady a realm worth conquering.
They had fought him, fought him with all they had. But the gems, and the gauntlet had given him more power than he could have anticipated. And they fell. They all fell.
They all fell. All but myself and my family. No.
No, that is incorrect. All but myself and my mother.
Even she had fallen. She, who had bewitched me. That cunning little spider who had ensnared my mind—my heart even—simply by outwitting me. A feat no one, mortal or immortal, had ever accomplished. She who had spoken on my brother's behalf to allow me a chance at redemption—a chance to make amends among those who I once meant to rule. A chance that I, at first, had no desire to take.
She who, unbeknownst to her, I had fallen so deeply in love with that I lashed out in anger at my brother for his dependence on a mortal love—a human love. Trying so desperately myself to escape the sameness of my own fate.
I did not see my brother again after that. I did not watch him, or the woman whom I loved fall under the power of the gauntlet. I did not see the friends which I had, reluctantly, made cave under the weight of such a desperate battle. I did not see him send my father into eternal sleep in order to secure the weapon which led to their end. I remember only being sent home by my brother in order to bring my mother to safety. I remember the eyes of our realm losing sight of the heroes of the Earth, and realizing they were gone—dead. My brother and the woman I loved.
I remember rushing for my mother, finding her sobbing over my father's body, where he had fallen defending the gauntlet. And then our land—our beautiful home—shuddered and shook, quaked and groaned with movement, ripping from its place in the cosmos, its branch broken from the Great Tree.
Then, all went dark.
When I awoke what could have been days, weeks, months later, the world was different. It seemed at first that perhaps his plan to merge the realms would work—the ultimate and perfect gift for his lady. The magics of other realms merged with the sciences of Earth caused technology to advance in leaps and bounds, and for a moment, those who were left after the merge lived in a cautious peace.
But perhaps the best gift for one to give Death is death itself. This new world shuddered with terrible growing pains, tore itself apart. Each of the separate realms which made up the wholeness of this new one fought for control. Blizzards, thunderstorms, quakes, monsters clawing their way out of the dark. The world was thrown into chaos, and desolation began. People began to die in droves. And he laughed from his place upon his throne, worshipping his glorious Death, begging for her tempestuous love.
It was then I took my stand. With what little my magic could do, I began to transport survivors to universes far from ours—places of safety and security.
When he learned that I lived—my mother and I both—and that I was taking those he would sacrifice to his sacred lady and sending them away, he hunted me. Drove myself, my mother and those who would fight by my side underground.
That was one-hundred years ago. This new world continues to spin in chaos, inhabited by very little that can call itself civil or just. Sentiment has abandoned us. All there is for us now is the fight. Still, I think of them by day—my brother and her—and by night, they haunt my dreams. Sometimes, reaching for the magic deep within, I feel as if they still live, far off, somewhere; happy.
I would hope if that were the case, they would stay there.
The world has nothing to offer them now.
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart." Deuteronomy 6:5
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