Hey guys. So I wrote this oneshot as a birthday present to my friend. My other friend thought I should publish this on the site for you guys to read. So here you go. (PS. This story is written based on pheels.)
The battle for Midgard was here. Okay maybe that was a tad bit of an understatement since it isn't really a battle. It was a massacre. Of course, everyone took some time during the battle to notice some things.
Everyone noticed the slayed Chitauris.
Everyone noticed the mortals who were injured.
Everyone noticed Black Widow's determination to fight, even when she was equipped with just a few guns and her own combat skills.
Everyone noticed Hawkeye's will to persevere, even when he ran out of arrows.
Everyone noticed the Hulk's anger.
Everyone noticed Captain America's concern for others.
Everyone noticed Iron Man's soft side hidden beneathe all the sacarsm.
Everyone noticed Thor's love for his brother, and his reluctance to fight him.
But no one noticed the tear that slipped past Loki's facade and trickled down his face when he stabbed the one he called his brother.