Chapter One: New York Has Fallen
Disclaimer: If I owned the Avengers do you think I'd be writing this? I'd probably be hanging out with Stan Lee and making cameo appearances in the background of every Marvel movie, but because the Internet demands it...I don't own nor claim to own anything affiliated with Marvel's Avengers. I only own all of my original charactors and my original plot and dialogue.
AN: This story is also on on my wattpad account: FrozenFangirl12
*Chelsie's POV*
"Elizabeth."
Everything was happening to fast. Chelsie saw the spear penetrate her friend's skin; she stood motionless staring at the crumpled form.
"No."
Her head was ringing, her face was heating up. Her bangs hung defeated in front of her eyes. Chelsie fell to her knees beside the girl and rested her head onto her dying friend's chest. Elizabeth's blood became splayed across Chelsie's hands and face. It mixed with her tears, the tears of a lost friend.
"Liz, can you hear me? Please wake up. Please? I'll get Coulson. He can help, he always helped us, right?" her words were cut short as she felt her abdomen being jerked backwards, panicked, she began to struggle.
"No! Stop! Let me say goodbye! Liz?" The thick arm wrapped around her waist and stomach tightened at her excessive struggling. The ringing in her ears blotted out his voice. She didn't want to leave Liz dying they're, not alone. She wanted to help her. Tears streaked her eyes and the struggling stopped. Her world went black.
Chelsie drowsily gropes at the world around her. "Liz, Ashley?" She breathes out. Her voice is hoarse and foreign. Her eyes slide open. "What the hell..."
Then the past year flooded back to her like a hurricane. Chelsie saw her blotted bedroom ceiling, the journal with the foreign language on it, and then falling out of the sky into a highly secured Shield facility like an angel. She remembered talking to Loki in his glass cell when she was told not to, she felt bad for him. Finally, like a film in her eyes, over and over again, she saw Elizabeth get stabbed with the staff.
The color drained from Chelsie's face as she rubbed her head. Her icy gaze drifted over to a clock on the far wall.
5:26
Two days, she estimated slowly. Her mind curled around that concept like a snake trying to strangle its prey.
But two days meant...Oh God.
She slowly rose from where she lay messily on the floor, rubbing the back of her skull. Pulling herself up with the frame of the window, her mouth gaped open at what she saw outside. Millions of Chitauri soldiers raised their weapons and screeched a victorious war call. The Avengers were no where in sight.
New York Had Fallen.
Chelsie limped over to a phone, sitting lazily on a silver night stand. She pulled it to her ear and croaked out a simple, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
Five seconds without a response, and then...
"Ms. Dent?"
Chelsie sighed in relief at the familiar British accent of Jarvis. "Jarvis, oh thank God. How are you on the phone? Where's Tony?"
The electric butler took a long human like pause. "Mr. Stark...he...I lost his connection hours ago." Jarvis' voice almost seemed sad. Had Tony really put emotions into him like that? Did Jarvis really care for him? Though as her thoughts drifted astray a dead feeling settled in her gut.
"What's going on? Please tell me." She muttered softly, she felt exposed, scared, and lost. Chelsie was a huge fan of Iron Man, who had appeared in the news two years back. Then, she met him and her world was complete because she met her hero, even if it was in poor circumstances. But now...
"There was a nuclear attack on the city. Mr. Stark latched onto the missile and brought it up into the portal. I haven't picked up his reception since."
Chelsie's throat closed up at his words. "Is this Stark Tower-" and the line was cut off, the room suddenly obtained an eerie feeling of darkness. As she pulled herself towards the window she noticed the rest of the lights in New York silently powering down.
The only sound left in the starry night was hoots and sobs, a mixing pot of emotion. As she stared at the destroyed city, her stomach churning with butterflies, rain began to dig its claws into the population. The fire sizzled and dyed. There were screams, but soon the noise was blotted out by a downpour. It pounded against the window to a rhythmic beat.
Scared, and drowned in sorrow, Chelsie let her head fall upon the silky pillow of the room she had awoken in. Loki had the city, Loki had Stark Tower, and she was a lost cause.
*Ashley's POV*
Ashley dragged a metal brush through her hair simply and easily, her eyes narrowed at the crooked mirror in front of her. Her and a group of Shield agents had made it to an abandoned house before the real terror began. They boarded up the windows, they killed the lights, and they waited.
Ashley growled at her reflection, cursing out the entire world. Curses didn't seem right coming from her lips, but she was too upset to hold them back. As her hair became flattened against her shoulders she surprised a scream for the sake of the temporary sanctuary.
Before blowing out the candle, the only source of light in the entire house, she took scissors to her hair cutting it off. Her brown hair, dyed green from the last normal day on earth, was now short and thin. It suited her. The tiled floor was soaked in waves of brown and green hair, she blew out the candle. The smoke cascaded into the smooth air.
She was in the living room then, and she sat in a wooden chair and stayed quiet. Her eyes drifted to Natasha, who had a gash above her right eye. Nat mumbled under her breath about Clint, who because of the messed up timeline, never got his mind back from Loki.
"Fury is coming to get us, right? The war isn't over yet?" A younger agent questioned lifting his cap from his head and revealing his puffy red eyes. He had been crying, anybody could tell.
"Fury was-uh-compromised." Nat blurts out, inconsiderate to the tension in the room. Eyes widen and drop.
"There's no coming back from this."
*Chelsie's POV*
Chelsie awoke to the mocking hand of sunlight. She wrapped her arms around her knees and tucked her chin in the crease. Goosebumps trailed up and down her bare arms and her eyes glued himself to the door.
The knob began to turn and she began backing into the bed frame. Her spine touched the steel and she closed her eyes and prayed. "Please be Tony...or Thor...or Ashley...or...Steve" She begged silently, but it wasn't.
Oh, it was nowhere close. Her body was shaking uncontrollably and her petite form was trying so hard to faze through the bed frame it was almost comical. Of Course, it was a terrible position to be in, if you were here.
It was Loki.
*Loki's POV*
The mortal was pathetic, Loki had thought, the moment he saw her curled up in her own limbs. She seemed absolutely terrified, a feeling he only had felt once in his entire life. The day he found out he was adopted.
It was probably moronic of him to think of this petty woman as an ally, though it seemed reasonable at the time. She was quite beautiful after all, and she understood him. But now, with a tear streaked face, and frightened dog eyes, he realized just how meek she was.
Then again, she was the one thing that nobody was fighting him for. The one thing that he could completely control.
Midgard would always fight back, and he would chop them down.
She wouldn't.
"Do you fear me?" Loki asked as he made his way to the window. He looked out at his world, it would clean up nice.
"No." She replied quietly, she was barely audible. Her brown bangs covered her eyes casting a deep shadow above her nose.
"You should." Loki murmured out at the mutilated skyline. "Your friend was weak. I killed her. I'm a monster."
"Are you going to kill me?" the woman whispered, her words soft and frail.
There was a long pause, and just for a moment, if you listened real close, you could hear the Chitauri neutering the population.
*Ashley's POV*
"So you all know what you're supposed to do?" Ashley muttered into an earpiece, cupping it with her hand. "Get all civilians off the streets, injured or otherwise. We need to prevent as much casualties as we can."
A response came at the last second, "Missions a go." Ashley bared her teeth out at the impending skyline, crouching on the roof of a charred bank. Skimming the side of the roof, her back pressed hard on the brick wall, she jumped down on the balcony belonging to the floor directly below her. A loud thud came from the right side of her head, and she snapped her gaze to the east. "Nat, I think I found Banner."
Stalking down the center of the street, large and green, was the one and only Bruce Banner. Well, Hulk. "He's on the corner of twenty-first and third. He's hostile as shit, eyes are as blue as the freaking clouds."
Ashley slammed her body down onto the wooden landing hard, as fast as she could and as flat as she could, watching as the Hulk's eyes wandered the buildings. She began to inch backwards, her eyes never leaving the threat. Though when she got close enough to the window to climb through, a thunderous roar pierced the air.
She is momentarily stunned, her face contorting with a mixed feeling of happiness and despair. "Oh God.." She trailed off and began to work at opening the window as fast as possible. She briefly contemplated if the Hulk would kill her on the spot, or whether he would bring her back to 'Stark Tower' where Loki resided peacefully.
Her imagination churned with unspoken ideas of Medieval torture. Her abide imagination bit at her in the wrong places. She pictured being burnt at a stake for rebelling. Being tortured into telling the locations of the police and Shield safe houses.
And then...
A smile appeared on Ashley's lips, as she sat upright straight in the line of fire. The familiar, and delayed, entrance of AD/DC carried Tony Stark straight to the landing Ashley was sitting on. "About time..." She muttered sarcastically. Hulk's head snapped to face them, and without hesitation he began to charge.
Within that very second she felt her body lifted off the balcony and into the air. "Please don't tell me that you were actually being that stupid..." The mechanical voice of the iron soldier quipped with his usual sarcastic undertone.
"Seriously, I'm the idiot. You got Jarvis to play that stupid song so loud that every single Chitauri soldier for miles probably is migrating towards our safe houses." Her joke hung in the air blandly.
"Jarvis, well-Loki-put him down." Tony lowers his helmet as they land on the edge of the city. An eerie silence occupies the space between them.
"I'm am so sorry." Ashley muttered, and then she did the least expected thing, she engulfed him in a hug. "Oh my God, I'm sorry."
*Elizabeth's POV*
An operation light dangled above Liz's head. Her body jolted into a sitting position. "Oh hell..." she trailed off. As she slid out of the bed a heavily built male hauled her onto her feet.
"Welcome Elizabeth, to the Shield Apocalypse Recovery Station."
Her jaw dropped to the floor.