Disclamier: I don't own Marvel, if I did I would be awesome and Loki would be my bitch. I do however own Iya, Renée, Brooklyn, and Riley.
"Iya you're too slow! Speed it up." Laughed a young twelve-year-old with rich lavender hair and very pale, clear, true violet colored eyes that twinkled in the sunlight. The other young child named Iya was only ten years of age with deep red hair and mischievous bright green eyes. Both children were racing toward the park with their parents in tow.
"But Renée! I'm tired!" Iya whined as she flopped down onto the springy grass, pouting as she did so for better effect. Renée screeched to a halt and looked back at her younger sister. Iya was staring at her with her innocent wide eyes and slightly pouted lip. Typical Iya; to be the one pulling on Renée's big sister heart-strings so she could be showered with sympathy. Renée approached her sister and collapsed on the ground next to her.
"Only for you, Iya, will I stop." Renée said quietly as her little sister rubbed her eyes tiredly.
The woman shot up out of bed, sweat dripping down her neck. She let out an angry, hissing, sigh before turning to the clock at her bedside. 5:00. She laid her head back down on the pillow before swinging herself out of bed. Grumbling to herself as she rustled around for the light switch, she flipped it on and continued to get dressed for the day.
"It's 5:00 in the morning! What the Hell?!" Screaming violently another woman yanked the door open with a vengeance, about tearing it off its hinges, and turned to glared at her roommate. She had pitch black hair with streaks of pale, light blue and her eyes, which at the moment were engulfed in hatred and anger, were pure amber. She was medium height and was a medium build as well. The first woman put an apologetic hand on her roommates shoulder. She had deep red hair and bright, sparkling green eyes. She was a foot taller than her roommate and was slender and more graceful.
"Sorry Kyra. But now that you're up you can help me wake up the other girls." The girl laughed at her roommate. Kyra glared at her roommate a little longer before she finally caved in.
"God I hate you." She mumbled lightly as she stalked toward one girl who was sprawled across the couch, her mouth hanging open and her pale complexioned leg over the head of the couch.
"Hey fatso!" Kyra called as she violently kicked the couch causing the previously sleeping girl to jolt awake, tumble off the couch, and into the coffee table. The girl's tangled chocolate-brown hair frizzled slightly causing her a sad resemblance to Medusa while her soft-looking, muted, luminous cloud-gray eyes reflected her surprise at the abrupt attack on her sleep.
"Holy crap Kyra don't do that!" The shocked girl squeaked slightly. Kyra just laughed heartily at her friend. She held her hand out and when she knew her friend had taken it, she hauled her up onto her feet.
"Oh shut up Brooklyn, you're already lazy as it is." Kyra smiled as Brooklyn pushed past her looking for her other roommates. Her eyes darting around in search of them both.
"Where's Riley and Iya?" Brooklyn asked in confusion. Suddenly a figure went rushing past Kyra and tackled Brooklyn, squishing her under the person's body and the scratchy carpet.
"And Big Man Riley strikes again." The girl who tackled Brooklyn screamed in triumph as she stood up once more. She had a short medium auburn colored bob that framed her face while her bangs were swept to one side threatening to cover her pale vivid green eyes that were luminous, a cat's eye green color. She was taller than all the other girls banking around six feet tall. The red ringlet haired girl looked around before sighing slightly.
"Where's Mik?" She asked shortly. It made all the other girls pause. Kyra was the first to break the sudden silence.
"Oprah over there had him but judging by the way she was sprawled on the couch I doubt he survived." She snickered before Brooklyn cut in sharply.
"So say's Tyra Banks. I think he ran away cause she was so ugly." She countered easily causing Kyra to blush, making her face turn bright pink. Lightning flashed out of nowhere and they all turned their attention back to Iya.
"Now that I have your attention, Miksha can wait. We have an interview to go to so stop insulting each other and get dressed in some cloths we can present ourselves in."
In no time they were ready to go. They jumped into Brooklyn's van and drove off to a tower known as Stark Tower. Getting out they walked into the lobby and were told to wait. That had been three hours ago and the only one left that hadn't been interviewed was Iya. Needless to say she was pissed. She had been the one with the connections to get them this interview and had mentioned something about them all being able to do something "unique" to help them out. An African-American man with a black eyepatch was smartly dressed. He approached her and she stood up politely.
"I'm sorry Miss Iya but the interviews are over, all the jobs have been filled." The man told her plain and simple. Iya fumed. She was not letting this go without a fight.
"No. They. Are. Not. I got my friends and sisters these interviews and now you're refusing to interview me? I am just as capable as Riley or Brooklyn! This is an insult to my effort and time!" Iya said as her voice raised slightly. She turned to leave when the man's voice brought her to a pause.
"You've got the job." He said. Iya wheeled around in surprise to stare at him.
"WHAT!?"
"Damn Iya this place is huge." Kyra said as they waited to meet their partners in crime. Kyra flicked an ice cube at the dart board and hit the bullseye. She jumped up and yelled in triumph.
"YESSS! SCORE!" She hollered. A vine came out of now where and smacked Kyra upside the head violently.
"Kyra behave or we'll get fired." Brooklyn's voice said quickly as Kyra wheeled around to argue. Iya stepped in between the two girls.
" Kyra, Brook stop or Odin so help me I will stop both of you myself." She snapped causing Kyra to sit back down next to Riley. Footsteps echoed through out the room and all four girls stood up to meet their partners that they would be working with for the entire job. Director Nick Fury came in with...
"Holy shit it's Tony Stark!" Kyra commented quietly and before Iya could stop them they were all whispering.
"No way Bruce Banner?" Obviously Brook.
"Damn Thor is crazy and he doesn't need to work out!" Riley as usual. Iya turned to her friends before uttering one command.
"SILENCE!" She yelled over the loud whispers. The noise instantly stopped and Iya nodded to Director Fury.
"It's time to meet your partners. instead of me picking who you are teamed up with I let them choose who they believed would help them the most. Kyra you're with Tony Stark," Krya threw her arms in the air.
"Hell ya!" She said bouncing up to Tony. Nick continued.
"Brooklyn you're with Bruce Banner," Brook who composed herself walked quietly up to stand next to Bruce, a small smile playing at her lips.
"Riley you will be working with Thor,"
"Sweet!" Riley commented before skipping up to Thor. She bowed slightly and he bowed slightly back. Fury turned to Iya.
"And Iya you'll be working with and teaching..." Fury started before he was rudely interrupted by a cold, silky voice.
"Me." It said simply. Iya's eyes left Nick and drifted toward the origin of the voice...Loki. Iya tensed up before she sneered at him growling.
"you..." She said quietly. Brook, Kyra, and Riley tensed up. They knew what was coming next.
"YOU!" Iya screamed before lunging herself at Loki with the intent of ripping him apart violently.