I sat on the couch in Avengers tower, my feet lay upon the coffee table as I flipped the yellowing page of my book. The ding of the elevator alerted me someone was coming so I quickly dropped my feet to the floor.
Bruce sulked into the room with a small grunt while he held his overgrown pants in a knot in one hand.
"What happened?" I sighed, placing my book on the cushion beside me.
"Tony's suit got damaged so he had to take a cab back here, Natasha took a fist to the eye, Clint got a bullet in his shoulder and Steve dented his shield," Bruce muttered as he made his way to the fridge.
"What about Thor?" I brushed the hair from my eyes.
"Fine. He almost lost Mjolnir though," Bruce replied.
I rolled my eyes as he opened the fridge door with his free hand and grabbed a can of soda.
"I shoulda gone with you," I said as Bruce made his way back toward the elevator.
"Yeah, we coulda used your help."
I snorted. "I rarely get a break though! It's always about work in Asgard."
Bruce sighed and pushed the elevator button, opening the doors. He stepped inside and disappeared, the elevator taking him to the bottom floor. The vibration in the walls told me it was coming back up with a heavier load, the doors holding back a wave of words. I could already hear Tony complained through the metal doors, followed by Thor's angry cry.
The doors opened up as Tony, Thor, and the rest of the avengers stormed into the room.
Tony's helmet was off but it was clear that sweat was still dripping down his face, mostly out of frustration. "I'm going to my room, and if anyone disturbs me, I'll kill them," Tony growled.
Natasha plopped down on the couch beside me, an ice pack held to her eye.
"Take a blow?" I snickered.
Natasha dropped the ice to reveal a swollen black eye.
I gulped down my words and headed over to Thor who was sitting at the bar. Mjolnir lay on the granite countertop, a dent underneath.
"I told him to stay back," Thor snarled.
Steve removed his hood and poured himself some water. "It's not his fault. He was just focused on helping."
My brow raised as I made my way to the other side of the counter. "Who are you talking about?" I asked while I poured myself some red wine.
"Clinton," Thor and Steve answered together.
I nodded. "And what are you talking about?"
Thor tilted his chair back slightly. "He jumped in my path and took a bullet to the shoulder," The thunderer growled.
"Where is he now?" I asked as I lifted the glass to my lips, my face blank.
"In the S.H.E.I.L.D hospital wing," Steve responded. "Nat's not to happy 'bout it either," he added in a whisper.
I placed the glass on the countertop and glanced at Natasha. "Who did the other agents belong to?"
"Dunno, they wouldn't give us a name," Steve stifled a yawn. "I'm gonna go clean up," he added with a scratch of his head, heading of toward the elevator.
"Go check on Bruce, he's been in his room for a while," Tony's muffled yell echoed down the hall from his room.
Steve rolled his eyes and headed into the elevator while I plopped down beside Natasha to finish my book. I flipped to the page I had ended on and started on the first word, my eyes darting back and forth of the page.
A strange sensation crept up my fingers onto my arms as my gaze fell to my hands. I held back a gasp as my arms started to gain a blue hue I found all to familiar. I placed the book on the table and stood up, dashing toward the elevator.
"Sarah, are you alright?" Thor asked softly as I thrust my hands behind my back.
"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just gonna go do something in my room," I plastered a fake smile on my face as I hopped into the elevator, the metal doors sliding shut behind me. I winced at the sensation of the blue crawling up my neck, slipping over my lips and cheeks and leaving behind small elevated markings on my skin. I stepped into my temporary room and headed strait for my bed, the large windows on the right wall casting blocks of light onto the floor. I summoned my sceptre and sat on my bed, focusing on the frozen wasteland.
I could feel my soft covers disappear, the heat of the sun vanish. Blistering cold winds and glaciers replaced my comfy surrounding and left bumps on my skin. I headed off toward the Jotun temple, ready to kill anything in my way.