Chapter 1: Code Gold
The alarms woke her. A head full of wavy brown hair popped out from under the pillow to look up at the flashing red light looming from the ceiling. "Code Gold. Landing. Brace for impact" The announcement easing her mind.
She rolled over, staring at the ceiling. Reaching over her head she stretched and waited for the violent jerk of the airship that confirmed an unintentional early landing of the Helicarrier in the middle of the Atlantic. They were early. This couldn't be good could it? Not that it mattered. It was none of her business.
Looking to the schedule tacked on the back of her door She got dressed in her black "cat suit" ( dubbed so by the guys on board. Tight spandex-like jumper uniform used for training. Mee-oww). One side of her mouth quirked up in the mirror. Turning slightly she admired the shape of her body. The best shape of her life since she started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. "consulting". She didn't like the training. But she sure as hell liked the results. And where as she wouldn't have had the guts to wear it before, she didn't mind now. It was, however, fruitless outside of work. She unfortunately had no social life.
Opening the door to her room she stepped out avoiding a near collision. "Sorry Clark" an agent yelled continuing his rapid pace down the hall. The excitement palpable. Many others hurrying along to try to glimpse the unimaginable. A live myth. A tangible conformation of a fairy tale. For just a second she dropped her guard and felt it. Her green eyes twinkled. Then she remembered who she was and her face was stone again.
Ever Clark turned in the other direction endeavering to weave her way against the flow of rushing bodies. Away from a spectacle of epic proportions. Understandable...the kingdom of Asgard had come calling.
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Director Nick Fury tapped his middle finger on the shiny onyx tabletop. "Seriously!?" ,he questioned looking from the Golden god to the Raven haired one. His one eyebrow raised. "This is no jest" stated Thor, current acting king of Asgard. The two gods stood legs braced apart at the end of table, arms crossed.
He should have expected the end of the world. Since Odin had feel into his sleep Thor had visited bi-manually as scheduled. Jane was in Asgard so nothing aside from that would warrant an early call. Upon entering the conference room, Fury hadn't even had the opportunity to motion for them to sit before Thor had spoken, "Thanos is coming to claim Midgard and you need to prepare"
A headache was coming on fast. He felt too old for this crap. It was five years since the New York invasion. Five years since learning earth was not alone. That they were small in comparison to the rest of the universe. Weaker in many ways. Yet somewhat stronger in others. Just starting to rebuild. Just starting to learn the whole story.
"Is this the one?" He asked directly of the dark prince. Loki gave a stoic swift nod. Then his eyes turned back to Thor, "How do you know this?"
"A trusted seer has told us"
"A "seer"?
"Those with the ability to see the future."
Now the director's headache was in beast mode. He felt throbbing at his temples. He leaned forward with his arms spread wide on the table, palms up "Let me get this straight? With all due respect...you want me to ready all of our "assets", call in the Avengers, alert the counsel and every world leader and tell them to prepare their troops for a war with Death...literally. Then when they ask me where I got my information from I just tell them "From an alien psychic"."?
He leaned back rolling his neck and rubbing his temples. Glancing a look up to the two Asgardians and noticing the twin looks of resolve on their faces he sighed and asked, " How do you know we can trust this information? This "seer"?" After a moment of silence Thor answered, "Because she is my mother."
Well shit, he thought.