The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world. A human world. They would wield its power. But our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow. The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn?
The room was bare. There were only two red, worn leather couches at the end of the room with a clear glass table and tv propped on a stand behind it. The room had an unlit fireplace and cold radiators, leaving the room damp and cold enough to wear jackets. The table was littered with empty naggins of vodka and various bottles, cans of coke, bits of tobacco thrown around carelessly and the ends of cigarette butts. The speaker under the table was turned down so only the beats of the music reached the ears as people laid down on the couches. The place itself was bleak and the smell wasn't much better. Lyanna was lying down on one of the couches as people came and went, she barely recognised any of them. She was tired as hell, the alcohol in her blood already numbing her senses, giving somewhat of a dull comfort even though she was freezing. There was a great party that night, she could recall that much and at some point, the club had closed down and one of her friend's friend had invited them to an after-party and the rest was a blur.
Lyanna's phone flashed up bright and vibrated somewhere on the couch, raising her out of her tired state. Slapping her hands around herself she couldn't find it and she raised her head from a guy's lap looking around for it.
"Hey, sorry, can you move?" She asked the person, Justin, touching the sides of the couch before she finally dug it out from under the gap by the armrest. It took her a moment to make out the name of Phil Coulson shining on her screen.
"Uncle Phill!" Lyanna giggled into the phone as she laid back down on the couch and pressed the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she reached to pull down her dress that had ridden up. Even on the phone, it felt weird not to cover up as much as she could.
"Get ready, we have a mission."His familiar voice came through the phone. Phil sounded professional as always and she was glad to hear it. Other than his regular messages of updates on her, she hadn't heard his voice for a while now.
"What? What mission?" She asked straightening up a bit. It sounded odd, she hasn't been on a mission in a while and it came out of nowhere. Some eyes fell on her but she ignored them.
"I'll explain later," There was a moment of silence on his end, "Also where the hell are you? I'll be in ten minutes, be outside." Before she could get a word out he ended the call, making her heart drop.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Lyanna jumped out as quickly as she could, grabbing her purse and her keys in a rush.
"What's up?" Justin asked, looking up from his phone once he heard her as he noticed her panicked face. She just shook her head and went to the door.
"Nothing.. gotta go. I'll call you later." She called back and sprinted across the hall and down the stairs. This was not good. Not good at all. Phil was going to kill her for sure. She tried to comb through her hair as much as she could but it was futile, there wasn't much that could change the dishevelled, drunk teenage look she wore and she knew it. She hoped at least the air would clear up the stench of alcohol and smoke off her.
Eight minutes later, a black BMW stopped by the pavement beside Lyanna and remained in neutral until she reluctantly got in the front seat. Coulson was driving by himself and she could feel his eyes on her the moment the car came into view. Suddenly the dashboard of the car seemed more interesting than ever before.
"What the actual hell are you wear- is that marijuana I smell on you?" Phil didn't take a moment to question her, his voice dropping as the smell filled the car. He was already suspicious of her location, one that she hadn't been to before, and the look of her along with time didn't look too promising. Lyanna had frozen in her seat and gulped nervously, she didn't dare to look at him or even in his direction. The car moved off and went into the traffic, leaving the place behind.
"Phil, it's not what it looks like I swear!" She opened her mouth, her voice faltering. She had no excuse and being tipsy didn't help her either. The smell of the car's leather and heater felt soothing and she was starting to feel much warmer and sleepier than before.
"Not what it looks like? Have you seen yourself? What the hell have you been thinking Lyanna? You're underage for Christ sake!" Phill seemed mad. Scratch that, he was fuming. It was the first time Lyanna had seen him so mad and out of his usual calm composure.
"Please don't tell dad! It was just a stupid party, I- I didn't even smoke anything I swear. Well, just a few cigarettes nothing else." She near all but pleaded, dread and guilt mixing together, making her eyes glitter with moisture.
"Your father will find out eventually and he'll have all our heads. Hell, your mother alone will kill me. So you will tell him later on yourself like the big girl you apparently are." Phil sighed, he could already see Clint's reaction to this mess. Well once they will recover him. He refused to believe that Loki's actions couldn't be undone. S.H.I.E.L.D couldn't afford to lose a man like Barton.
The car became silent for a while, only the quiet hum of the engine filled the car and Phil took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the miserable child beside him. Child. That's all she was, a young inexperienced girl with too much on her plate and he was about to harden her life more with the news of her father.
"...Are you mad at me?" Lyanna finally asked silently looking up at him for the first time.
"Yes," Phil sighed "but it can wait. Get some rest if you can, we have a lot to do later on. And if you need to throw up let me know, I rather not have you mess up my car."
"I'm sorry," She mumbled as she leaned her head against the edge of the seat and closed her eyes, the sleep coming on to her fast, especially in the comfort of the car and familiar presence.
"I know you are."
"Love you," Dammit, how could he stay mad at the kid for long?
Lyanna's sleep didn't last long, an hour and twenty-four minutes to be exact before she was nudged into awareness by Phil. Groaning lightly, she reached to rub her eyes as the lights from the 24/7 gas station shone brightly into them, not helping the pang of a headache she felt. A small pile of clothes were thrown into her lap along with a pair of white sneakers and Lyanna rose her eyebrow at Phil.
"Get changed, coffee is on the way. In an hour we will be boarding the Quinjet with Captain America to bring him to the Helicarrier. From there Fury will be commanding a team consisting of Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner along with others. You might want to sober up for that."
"Captain America huh? You must be looking forward to finally meeting him. Are you gonna ask him to sign your cards?" Lyanna grinned, knowing all about those vintage card collection.
"Be back in the car in five minutes." Phil opened his car doors and stepped out to bring them coffee. "And they're in the locker." With that the doors were shut loudly behind him, making her chuckle.
Fifteen minutes later, Lyanna returned to the car feeling more refreshed and awake after washing her make up off with cold water and in a fresh set of clothes.
"I said five minutes," Phil said handing her a plastic cup of hot coffee before setting down his own and starting the car.
"Yeah, yeah," Laynna brushed it off taking a sip of the bitter latte that Phil didn't bother to add enough sugar into. "What's the mission anyway?"
Phil hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a gentler way to break the news. The lack of response made Lyanna look at him with an uneasy feeling growing in the bottom of her stomach.
"A hostile species landed on earth and stole the Tesseract, uh a powerful energy source, from S.H.I.E.L.D and we are gathering people to get it back before he creates a catastrophe and kills civilians."
"That doesn't sound too bad-"
"When he, Loki, broke into the facility, he took some agents under control...including your father. We don't know their location yet." Phil finished and took a glance at the girl. Lyanna's heart picked up instantly, beating hard against her chest plate and she heard herself exhale. The car went deathly quiet as she tried to process it, feeling as if her blood had frozen over and the fear nagging inside doubled it. Licking her suddenly dry lips she didn't look up at him.
"Loki, is he gonna kill h-him?" She finally asked making Phil's heart skip a beat and drop in his chest. He lifted his left hand off the gearbox and placed it on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.
"Kiddo, that won't happen, we will find him and bring him home. You need to focus on the mission."
Lyanna nodded lightly and brought her cup to her lips. They will bring him home. No matter what.
Captain America was impressive in real life, to say the least. Even without his uniform or shield present he still towered over and his presence demanded attention and respect. Lyanna sat across from him and had trouble not to just stare at him in awe. Forcing herself not to stare at him like some creep, she glanced at Phil as he finished typing into the system and stood up form his seat, walking closer to Steve. They were discussing matters about serums and gamma radiations, something she didn't really understand or cared about so she zoned them out, for the most part, tinkering with the small, silver chain bracelet that Clint had given to her for her birthday instead.
"I gotta say, it's an honour to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping." Lyanna attention perked up and she frowned at Phil, his choice of words was weird, to say the least, and she took a glance at Steve who looked mildly uncomfortable by it as well.
"That was creepy as hell," She commented, biting back a smile but Phil ignored her, choosing to make the situation worse and explain himself instead.
"I mean, I was... I was present while you were unconscious from the ice. You know, it's really, it's just a... just a huge honour to have you on board." Steve rose from his seat and walked up to the pilots, pretending as if he didn't hear Phil's attempts but Phil just followed him too. 'Oh boy.'
"Well, I hope I'm the man for the job," Steve said instead as he looked out to the ocean, almost wishing to go back to it.
"Oh, you are. Absolutely." Lyanna cringed at the lack of hesitation. 'You tried, Uncle, you tried.'
Once the Quinjet landed, which was not that fun to experience it in motion as it landed, the ramp opened and Lyanna instantly unbuckled herself and left the plane where she met with approaching Natasha. In few steps, Lyanna wrapped her arms around the slender woman she knew all her life and breathed in the familiar scent of Black Widow.
"You doing okay? We'll find him." Natasha asked, squeezing her back before letting her go as the guys came into the view. Nodding Lyanna smiled lightly and turned around to the guys.
"Agent Romanoff. Captain Rogers." Phil introduced them to each other.
"They need you on the bridge. Face time. Lyanna, Director Fury is asking for your presence." Natasha informed them, her voice calm and collected as she nodded towards the ship.
"Laters," Lyanna excused herself and walked towards the entrance of the ship, leaving Natasha and Steve behind. Nick might have wanted to see her, but she needed to gear up first. She had a mission.
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