So, this is the first chapter of a jointly written fan-fic (it's actually an RP, heh). Credits go to Marvel for the Avengers, Caroline for Azrael, and Danii for Olivia.
Thanks for reading!
A glowing light filled the room of the Avengers facility. Many turned away as the brightness stung in their eyes. Nick Fury solely covered his remaining eye with the black leather glove on his right hand. The light dulled when a woman with a graceful aura replaced it. "So you got my call?" said Fury.
The woman named Azrael placed a cold hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. "You know, it's painful having to enter a vessel. I hope you called me for a good reason." She looked tired, like she hadn't gotten any rest in days.
"If trying to stop an evil God from enslaving all of mankind counts as a good reason, you better be damn satisfied," Nick snapped back. He blinked at least three times, trying to adjust his sight.
She rolled her eyes, twirling a strip of her hair. "We've been informed of this threat..." She stepped around, patting her black jacket as she sat down across from the man. "I feel that you require my assistance?"
Fury took a seat across from her and wrapped his fingers around themselves. "I've called you for the Avenger initiative," he said. "It's basically a team of super soldiers kicking evil's ass. We'll need your help."
"Well, Fury, you know I'd be happy to help..." she rubbed at her eyes, standing. "Who all is a part of this team?"
Nick leaned back in his chair as Azrael rolled her eyes to the interior of the facility. "Well, we got a demigod, a superhero from the 40s, a chemistry experiment with a really bad temper, an assassin, and a playboy with iron armor," he said.
"Interesting. Are you sure the group will even be able to cooperate?" she asked, slightly amused by the listing.
Fury chuckled. "They'll cooperate as best they can," he said. "At least, before they kill each other." He looked over to Captain America who was fondling with the technology infused into the glass table he was sitting behind.
"I guess I'll stick around then, to see how this all works out." she smiled slightly, looking around the advanced base. This would be a long couple of days.
"Good." Fury replied. "You better introduce yourself to the crew before they start questioning you, or beating you up, if they can."
She nodded, taking strides to exit his office. Coulson paced in after her, quickly stopping at fury's desk. "Sir, Loki has been spotted in central park."
Captain America, the only hero in the room, stepped up. "I'll check it out," he said briefly, nabbing his shield and heading for the exit.
"Take Azrael with you, Caps," Fury requested. "She needs to know what we're dealing with here." He looked at her, motioning his fingers in dismissal. On her way out, Nick called out, "Make sure you don't get 'im killed, aiight?"
Azrael frowned as the blonde hastily passed her. "Make sure you can keep up, miss. You're among a league of heroes now," he addressed her smugly.
She sighed. "I'll try my best... Central park, right?" he nodded and she sighed. With a faint glow about her, she shook her head lightly. In a snap, she was gone.
"Bow before me!" A booming voice called, light cloaking his figure, glinting off the gold fetishes of his attire. He had the air of mystery and an odd face, proclaiming to innocent townspeople that they were insignificant. New York never got a break from the crazies.
Olivia stared at the commotion occurring in Times Square. She watched as some people immediately bowed while others just simply walked away. She took a few steps forward to get a better look, getting a hold on her camera. "Wow..." she muttered. She lifted her camera to her face and zoomed on on the attire he equipped. Click, click, and a flash. She smiled the more she looked at the specimen before her.
Loki's pupils recoiled as the fleeting flash caught his eye. His head snapped to her figure almost immediately, looking her over. "You there!" He called to her.
Olivia's eyes widened as the man's sudden outburst. She gulped as her entire body shook at his voice. "Keep cool," she said under her breath. "It's not a big deal." She eased her camera back to a hanging state from her pale neck. Her throat cleared. "Um... yeah?" she mustered out. Sweat started beading down her freckled forehead.
Loki frowned. "What did you just do to me? Was that some sort of spell?" he asked, not aware of the invention of a flash camera.
"W-what?" Olivia stuttered. She glanced back at the terrifying man back to her camera at least ten times. "Oh, you m-mean my camera?" she asked. She lifted it with her left hand and pointed to it with her twitching right hand. "It... it takes pictures, m-mister," she whimpered. "Like portraiture."
He stepped down from his perch to walk towards her, motioning to look at the camera. He'd never seen anything like it before, of course. "portraiture?" he mumbled under his breath, like it was alien. He towered above her shorter frame.
Olivia's sweat became more evident the closer the man approached her. She cleared her throat twice before saying anything. "Uh, yeah. It, it saves a.. anything you want. L-like this," she said, turning on her camera so she could show him the saved pictures. She removed the strap from around her neck and handed him the camera. He widened his eyes as he scrolled through the pictures. One after one, little stories played out before him. They were all human, so mundane and fragile. They almost made him want to care for the pitiful race.
Her hands shook the more the man stared in awe at her photography. She could feel the eyes of the city folk just staring at her. A man with a god-like outfit with a scepter that looked like it was pulled out of some sort of role-playing game looking at a camera owned by some weird chubby girl? The speculators couldn't resist.
Loki sighed as he got to his own profile. "Why, this pose is near perfection. It certainly shows my godhood, don't you think?"
Olivia gave a nervous laugh. "Uh, um, yeah, if you want. Like a god,"' she said. She looked up to his tall figure. Damn, he was tall. No doubt he was at least a foot taller than her. His green eyes pierced through her dull brown ones, causing her to immediately look back down to the camera. "Y-you can keep it, i-if you want," she said with blush swarming her slightly chubby cheeks.
"No," he responded, handing it back to her. "it appears you still have much work to do." a hint of a smile lingered on his face as he held it out for her. Yards back, a woman began to saunter over, her pace picking up as she noticed it to be Loki. A strangely over patriotic man ran a bit behind her.
She took back the camera with a small bit of disappointment, though a bit of relief so she can continue her 'hobby.' A crash caught her attention. She looked at the arrivals on the other side of the park. Some lady stood somewhat near a man she swore she had seen before. Her brow crinkled at the sight of the man practically covered in the American flag. Her face brightened at the realization. "Captain America!" she exclaimed.
Loki cursed as the captain rushed at him, swinging his shield. He jumped back, nearly tripping. "I'm not in the aggressive mood today, Avengers." Loki said aloud, seemingly disappearing.
Azrael frowned. "Well, that was a let-down," she mumbled, kicking up a pebble with her boot.
Captain America looked in the direction of the voice who'd called his name. "Oh, hello!"
Olivia could only stare in awe as the man she just saw disappeared. Disappointing as it was, she was distracted by one of her favourite heroes of all time. "I- I'm sorry, but this is so exciting! Meeting such a hard-boiled darb, and I thought you were dead! I- I'm a big fan," she said with the widest of smiles. She could barely talk through her immense amount of giggles. "I'm Olivia."
The Captain could only smile. "Why, I'm flattered, Olivia. I'm Steve, and as you know me, Captain America." He held out his hand for her to shake it. "You know, I thought I was dead, too. But some big cheese in this organization had me on ice. What do you know?"
Olivia's face became almost as red as her short and curly hair. "I couldn't ever fathom someone actually bumping you off! I guess you're too chivalrous to pass in such an unfair way. " Her body began to shake in pure excitement. She looked down to her camera and held onto it with her small hands. "W-would you mind if I took a picture with you?" she asked. This question felt like some sort of Judgment Day, or flipping the cutting one of the two wires connecting a bomb, not knowing which one will cause it to detonate.
He smiled wider. "Why sure, miss. I'd love to get a picture with you." He motioned to Azrael, as if to ask her something.
"You want me to take it?" She asked, stepping forward. "You'll have to, er, show me how it works..."
Olivia's smile couldn't widen any farther. She untangled the camera from her neck and walked toward the somewhat intimidating woman next to the Captain. The vibe she got from the woman in dark clothes made her feel inferior, but she tried her best to keep her cool. She turned on the camera and stood next to the woman. "You see, you press this button whenever you feel the picture on the little screen looks best. If a flash comes out of it, you did it right," she smiled kindly to her as she handed her the camera.
Azrael took it, looking at it precariously. "All right... I believe the phrase is, 'say cheese'!" The Captain threw his arm around Olivia's shoulder and smiled, looking at the hotspot right above the flash. Azrael clicked the button, and it flashed off a captivating picture of a city girl and a hero.
"Thank you!" Olivia said. "I'm going to keep this forever!" Her smile slowly disappeared at a though crossed her mind. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, who was that man you were attacking just now?"
The Captain straightened up, glancing in the direction Loki left. "His name is Loki, and he's some sort of a wise guy... A god, some think. He's real bad news, might I add. Thinks he's superior. He didn't ask anything of you, did he?"
Her brow crinkled upward at the bad news. Sure, this Loki didn't seem to be hanging with the right crowd, but a god? Thoughts like that didn't occur in her mind. She ran the past event through her mind that could possibly help the Captain. "Uh, no sir. He just looked at my camera. Never seen anything like it, he said." answered Olivia. "Why? Is he some sort of villain?"
Azrael frowned. "Yes, he is." She said bluntly. A far off look resided on her face; she didn't know what to make of this whole world and situation. It'd been a while since she'd involved herself in human measures. She turned to the Captain. "Do you think we should take her to Fury, for questioning? Or even protection?"
Steve sighed. "I don't know..." He turned to Olivia. "What do you think, miss? Maybe you could recount your details to our boss?"
"Yeah, sure thing," she answered. She looked up to the two sophisticated figures and remembered how short she was. She held out her left hand towards the woman in request of her camera. "So, where are we going?"
Azrael absentmindedly handed it back, looking up for the invisible airship. The Captain pointed upwards in the line of her sight, then bit his lip slightly. "Well, guess I didn't think that completely through. I'm not much of a flier."
Azrael raised an eyebrow. "I have it covered." She said simply, reaching out to touch Olivia's shoulder. With a warm glow of light, they were aboard the ship.
The captain cursed. "Ah, applesauce!" He began to run, hoping he'd find a way back up.
So, that's the end of Chapter One. Thanks for reading! We'd appreciate reviews to see how you like the story so far, and for any improvements we could make.