I do not own Marvel, The Avengers or any of its characters. I only own my original character Arabella and anything else that seems out of place.
So here is the next installment in the Fallen Angel series. I really hope you enjoy it. I want to say thank you in advance to anyone who chooses to favorite, follow and review this story.
"And there came a day, a day unlike any other, when Earth's mightiest heroes and heroines found themselves united against a common threat. On that day, the Avengers were born—to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand! Through the years, their roster has prospered, changing many times, but their glory had never been denied! Heed the call, then—for now, the Avengers Assemble!"
Burning blue flames surround my mind. A smoky cube shape emerges—THE TESSERACT. Then blackness fills everything.
Trapped mortals and destruction fills my vision, screams of anguish fill my ears, the copper smell of blood fills my nose, and the taste of black smoke sticks to the inside of my mouth like glue.
I wake suddenly, bolting up in bed, sweat dripping from every inch of my lithe body. I run a shaky hand through my waist length blood red hair, feeling the stickiness and tangles matting it. I feel wetness on my face, wiping my cheeks I realize it's my tears, I had been crying in my sleep.
I crack my neck feeling the protest of my muscles against the movement. I throw the covers from my body as I stand up stretching my tight muscles. My shoulders pop as I reach my arms over my head, as do my knees and ankles as I walk to my bathroom. The sounds my body gives off in the mornings would make any normal person cringe… Good thing I'm not normal—
I feel my wings break free from the skin of my back, stretching their 12 foot wingspan from wall to wall of my bedroom.
—Nor am I human.
A planet, in the far reaches of space, the exterior of a throne room – Night.
Kneeling behind a throne, a clothed, armored figure known as The Other, bows.
"The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power…"
"But our ally knows its workings as they never will." The Other faces a horned shaped shadow. Loki, the Norse God of Mischief and Lies. Loki is handed the Chitauri Scepter, a long golden handle, fitted with a blue gem encircled with silver blades. "He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow."
Before them tens of thousands of Chitauri stand at the ready in a seething mass of nest rows and columns… the ground simply quakes.
"The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?"
