A/N: I am so evil for the slow update. Oh well…
Thank you guys for the correction (though Google says it has an "a" and not an "e", so I'll go with that for now) and support! I appreciate it! Well, here's Chapter Two, and I own nothing. This also doesn't quote directly from the movie/books (PJO etc.) except accidentally or for nicknames. Sorry about the late update! *hides under rock*
Chapter Two
Avengers POV, Manhattan
Tony was seriously questioning his sanity.
Of course, everybody had been, what with the invasion of aliens, and a mad god taking over the city. Tony just was awed by the freaking huge space whale.
"What is that?!" his comm. burst.
"How am I supposed to know?" he snarled.
"We need to regroup," Steve sighed. He was exhausted, but a soldier must keep fighting at all costs. They got together in Central Park, where a knot of chitauri were slowly killing off the civilians. While Tony blasted them from above, and the super-soldier and assassins pummeled them form below, Thor spotted a raven head through the fighting.
"I have found him!" he crowed, swinging his hammer, and shooting away into the cloudy sky. Reluctantly, the others followed, only to see three heads instead of one.
Tony hovered in astonishment, then thinking it to be a trick, fired at all three heads, just as they whirled to face each other.
Percy POV, Central Park
We had just arrived at the scene of the crime when the building exploded.
It wasn't my fault (this time), but people were likely to blame me anyway, so I got away as fast as I could, slaying the aliens wherever I could. When I reached the center, my friends were already defending the mortals from harm. Gods know what they saw right then. I stabbed an alien that had snuck up behind me, using my momentum to roll forward and slice another in half. Sure, I had no Achilles anymore, but I felt the power run through me, and sustained minimal injuries.
I had just killed the last thing near me, when I heard the screams. Annabeth's dagger had been knocked out of her hand, and I was too far away to save her. Even so, I rushed forward, desperate to stop anything that would attack her.
I might have been too late, but it wasn't. (Mwahaha, oh wait. You thought she would die? What kind of a monster are you?) A beam of red light shot out of nowhere, and blasted the alien away from Annabeth. Torn between Annabeth and the source of the beam, I turned to face the caster, and saw two people almost exactly like me staring back, like a double-mirror. The shocking image was the last thing I saw before receiving a face-full of blasted energy.
Loki POV, Central Park (Squeal! Loki is such an awesome character…)
The world seemed to have ended.
Finally freeing my mind from The Other took several attempts, and wasted effort, but I came to my senses a little too late for the puny mortals. The Chitauri had invaded, the Avengers (What a foolish name…) were barely holding their own, and the tiny mortals were being picked off the street like little ants trying to escape a boot. (References! Fury will be furious at me for using this pun…)
Regaining my balance, my now-green eyes sought to kill every Chitauri warrior, and escape. I sliced and stabbed my way through several monsters, leaving a path of death and destruction in my wake. Unbeknownst to the Avengers, my power had increased tenfold since my imprisonment, and now that I was "free," I used just a taste of my practically limitless magic to wipe the scum off this planet.
Why did I bother? It seemed I could not escape from this Midguardian realm, and you could say that I felt I owed a slight debt for trying to take over their insignificant world. Trust me, if I had done it with my own free will, it would have succeeded. Still, I needed to make sure (even while my mind was taken by The Other) that these little mortals won the battle, and so I turned the odds in their favor by wiping out half the population.
My head seemed to clear, and relax. I was in my element, and so what if the mortals saw me? I had nothing to fear, nothing to lose anymore. This world could've exploded for all I cared, but still I struggled to keep it in one piece. I had just finished taking out all of the Chitauri in one section of the park, and settled for another quite quickly. It seemed to be in the midst of a miniature war, as the area had been filled with the mindless beasts of my former command. There was still a whirlwind of fighting, however. I decided to take part as well.
While I maneuvered, there was something somewhat off that I couldn't exactly place a finger on. Too much power radiated from these fighters. I had just spun to investigate, when I discovered who was staring back. The two boys looked eerily similar to myself, so much so that I paused for a second to soak it in. The black hair and green eyes seemed to resemble mine so easily, although the eyes were of different shades. Unwittingly, while staring, I had let my guard down for too long. Just long enough, in fact, for that maddeningly smug Stark to blast me into the realm if the unconscious.
