Green Eyes and Red Lips
He takes his first few steps on earth under the inky black sky that covered the desolate landscape of the desert. He breaths in the air, thinking of the few choice mortals he would like to "visit" right now. And this mysterious "He" is none other than the black haired, green eyed, god of mischief, Loki.
"Midgard once again ..." Loki breathed, the distaste for the world coating his every word. "This time you shall not slip through my grasp so….easily. And the Avengers will not be as difficult to contain. Last time I had to deal with the foolish Chitauri ,this time my power is much stronger and no alien race will drag me down to defeat, but first I need to get what is rightfully mine, the sceptre."
Loki wasted no time escaping from Asgard's clutches, it took him 3 months to get back to earth but less than a week to fool Thor into letting him go, sometimes he is as idiotic as the mortals who dominate this world. The green eyed god thought about the upcoming battles with his foe "The Avengers". He could remember each of their faces clearly in his mind. Iron Man, with his man-made suit and sarcastic wit he was a very annoying enemy but also unfortunately difficult. The Hulk, the large green brute with anger-management problems, he had trouble controlling his power but when he did he was a force to be reckoned with. Captain America, of all the hero's, Loki disliked him the most, next to Thor, his love for his country and his want to protect the weak humans absolutely disgusted him. Thor, his "brother" whom he gave no brotherly love to anymore. Hawkeye was the weakest of the Avengers, a mortal with good aim and surprisingly fun to control. And Black widow, the lone female member. At first Loki thought she would be weak and stupid but she ended up being the only one who could out smart him, he definitely remembered her.
All the God of Mischief wanted right now was to run up to the Avengers, steal back the scepter, and destroy them all, but he knew he couldn't do that …he had to take a different approach. More sneaky and had to use his powers to the full extent. No underestimating the hero's now. Loki smirked after thinking about the team, and using all of his powers, which had grown since he saw them last. It seemed his encounter with the Tesseract had expanded the reaches of his power; one of his favourite upgrades was the ability to influence people. Before he could only take over the mind of someone with the scepter ,now, all though he still can't fully take one over, he can now suggests things to do, like follow me, and they will be much more likely to . It worked to his favour with Thor. But before he try out his new abilities there was something he wanted to do
"And someone I want to visit"
Loki, who earlier cast an invisibility spell on himself, walked up to the apartment door slowly. With a devious smirk he walked right through the door, this was from the spell he had on himself. The apartment was clean and crisp, for the most part; you could tell it had only been occupied a few months now. As he walked silently through the room he saw the owner of the apartment. Natasha Romanoff. She was asleep the couch: a bowl of half-eaten cheese covered noodles sat on the floor and the T.V. was set on a late night talk show.
"Oh humans how neat they are" he noted with a sarcastic frown. Loki took in the woman, how fragile humans look while sleeping, unable to protect themselves, talk themselves out of a situation. His eyes lingered to her face and hatred soon bubbled up as he remembered how easily she was able to fool the God of Mischief. A sudden urge to finish her now spiked up in him, and he almost did, but he remembered his plan and instead just sprinkled the fear of him returning in her mind.
All he had planned to do here was finished. He left, for now.
Natasha Romanoff had a restless night; it started with an angry call with Clint, fell asleep on the couch, and had a weird dream. It lasted barely a minute and all she saw was the scepter with unimaginable powers and the face of the God who tried to destroy New York, Loki. Now she stumbled around the kitchen popping bread in a toaster and grabbing a jar of peanut butter from one of her cabinets. She rested on the nearest wall, a headache hammered against her skull. Then out of the corner of her eye she noticed smoke coming from her toaster.
"Damn it! My toast!" She quickly popped it up and sadly buttered the black toast. She was half way through her charred bread when her phone started vibrating in her pocket. "Who the hell is phoning at five in the…" She cut off herself when she noticed the caller ID, Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. She answered cautiously, not sure what this phone call could bring.
"Hello this is Natasha," she answered with an even tone.
"I need you at headquarters now!" Fury replied getting straight to the point. "A ride will come in five minutes." Then all she heard was a click then the line went dead. Natasha quickly grabbed her tight spandex suit and pulled it on in a matter of seconds. Soon enough she heard a rap on her apartment door and Clint was standing there.
"I guess I'm your escort for this morning Ms. Romanoff." He said with a sarcastic smile, clearly he wouldn't let their phone call the night before get in the way.
"So what's the mission this time" She asked curiously, yet cautiously.
"I'll fill you in on the way" His face instantaneously changing from light to grim.