This story came to me in the form of a plot bunny gone crazy. I have recently become obsessed with the Avengers and LOK. Then I discovered that the crossover section for them is- somewhat lacking. So I indulged my imagination and this is what it came up with. If there is sufficient response (meaning, if anyone seems interested) I will continue this fic.
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Korra flipped over the chi-blocker in front of her, before shooting a jet of fire to knock him out. She bound him in earth to be sure he couldn't escape.
Dodging another attack from an Equalist, she glanced around for her friends. Bolin was kicking butt across the square, and Mako was shooting fire right and left.
All these Equalists, though Korra, But no Amon. Where is he?
Korra had been training hard. She had managed to airbend decently, but was not yet a master. She had entered the Avatar State (on accident) several times. She felt ready to face Amon, especially with the secret weapon Avatar Aang had given her. But where was he?
She heard Mako give a shout from behind her, and whipped around in a flash. There stood Amon, with one hand on Mako's forehead and another on his chest. The panic in Mako's eyes was unbearable, but even as Korra watched the flames in his hands diminished until they were wisps, then nothing.
Amon let Mako go, and he collapsed to the ground. Korra could feel her rage well up in her. Amon could no longer be a threat. She had to finish him.
She heard another cry, from seemingly far away, and out of the corner of her eye saw Bolin fall to the ground. She snapped. The rage of a thousand people filled her, and a thousand voices spilled out of her mouth as she screamed. Her eyes began to glow. All elements began to swirl around her, and she launched herself at Amon. He was reaching for her, dancing around her attacks.
But Korra was quicker. She threw a fire punch at his right, and a water whip at his left. Both hit their mark. Air swirled behind him, forcing him to his knees. Earth shackled him, making it impossible to move. She loomed over him, but this time was different. Her rage was not her own, but it was controlled.
She was completely herself, but not. Was this mastering the Avatar State? She didn't know, but she was going to take advantage of the clarity while it lasted. She reached out, and ripped Amon's mask off. Ugly, scarred flesh met her eyes. He glared at her with eyes of undisguised hatred.
"Amon." She said, echoes of the past in her tone. "You are from here on out stripped of your abilities." Korra then placed one hand on his forehead, and one on his chest. Then, just as Aang taught her, she concentrated on the energy thrumming through the man before her. She pulled it to the surface, and then pulled it out.
When she let go, Amon slumped forward, passing out. Korra closed her eyes, and when she opened them, they were no longer glowing; only filled with bone-deep exhaustion and worry for her friends.
Her knees collapsed under her, and she crawled over to Mako.
"Mako… wake up." She tapped his face gently. "Come on, no one's ever out this long." Why wasn't he waking up? He needed to wake up. Bolin wasn't moving either. Why? She reached out a shaky hand, towards Mako's wrist. She picked it up, and searched for a pulse. Nothing. Nothing? She reached for his neck. Nothing. Feeling the stirrings of panic in her gut, she rolled him onto his back and pressed her ear to his chest. No thudding heartbeat. Nothing. Silence.
"No," she choked out. "NO! Mako, wake up wake up WAKE UP!" She sobbed once. Then there was a rustle behind her. She turned her head, and saw two chi-blockers advancing on her.
"You killed our master," One hissed. "So you to shall die!" They lunged, but Korra was exhausted, and grief-stricken. She dodged one, but the other electrocuted her. She fell to the ground.
She kicked out, sending fire spurting, but they had her pinned. Then one pulled out a dagger, and raised it high. "For Amon!" He shouted, before plunging it into her chest.
She roared with pain, and jerked violently, throwing them off of her. With two flicks of her wrist, both men were imprisoned in the earth. But the damage was done. Korra could feel the blood pouring out of her, and fell to the ground breathing hard. The world was starting to go fuzzy, and sounds were distorted. She heard shouting, but she was so tired. Just a few minutes, she just wanted to sleep for a few minutes, and then she could deal with whatever they wanted. Just a few minutes…
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Korra opened her eyes to find herself somewhere she had been before. She sat up and looked around. Sure enough, there was Avatar Aang.
"Aang?" She called out. He looked at her with sad eyes. "Is that it? It's over? I'm over?"
Aang nodded. "Yes, you are over. The next Avatar will now be born."
Korra thought for a moment and then snorted. "Well, that was short. I always thought I would live to be old, you know. Like you. I really am a bad Avatar, can't even reach the age of twenty."
Aang smiled gently at her. "Yes, well. Your life isn't over yet. There is another world that needs you. They are constantly under attack. You will retain your powers, you will remain the Avatar. You will even be joined by three companions, who you will find when the time is right. You must, however, agree to help. It is purely your choice."
"So let me get this straight." said Korra. "I will be going to another world, where I will help save the world." Aang nodded.
"Perfect! My life's not over after all!" she crowed, leaping to her feet. "I'll go. Sounds fun."
Aang grinned at her. "Very well. One more thing, Avatar Korra. You will retain your spiritual contact with all of the past Avatars, so feel free to ask questions. I wish you well."
As Korra watched, the world around her began to dissolve. Aang smiled at her, and she felt a childish excitement mixed with relief. She was glad her life wasn't over, because she so wanted to live longer than seventeen years. She closed her eyes, feeling tired. She would just sleep her way to the next world.
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When she opened her eyes, she was in a metal room with a cot and a small bare light bulb on the ceiling. Everything was really… sharp.
She sat up and then stood next to the cot. She still had all her war injuries, minus the fatal blow to her chest. They hurt, come to think of it. Where were the people of this world?
"Hello?" she called. No one answered, but her voice echoed in the small space.
She heard footsteps approach what she assumed was the door. She dropped into a defensive crouch, ready to throw fire at whoever it was that was here.
The door slid open to reveal a man in a long black coat, bald and with an eye patch. He took in her stance and said in a deep voice, "At ease."
Sensing that this man would not openly attack her, Korra relaxed but was still wary.
The man stared at her for a moment, and then roughly asked, "Who are you and where did you come from?"