Chapter 2
His black hair was slicked back and touched his shoulders. His green eyes blazed with amusement, and matched the color of the attire he wore. A cruel smile graced his lips, and I couldn't help but think sexy when I saw him. There was a small moment of silence as if he seemed to notice we were there.
Fury spoke up, "Sir, please put down the spear." My eyes were drawn to the weapon the man held, a golden spear with some kind of blue top piece. The man looked at the weapon in his hand as if he had forgotten it was there. He drew back his arm and fired a blast at us. I grabbed Fury and threw ourselves to one side, Barton jumped in the other direction.
Gunfire sounded and the man jumped at one of the agents, stabbing the spear into their chest. He turned and threw small knives at a few of the guards, who fell to the floor dead. Another blast was fired and the blonde scientist fell to the floor. He whirled and sliced at a man behind him in the chest.
Barton pulled out his gun and fired a few shots at him, but the man merely waved his hand and the bullets seemed to disappear. He fired another blast, killing guards and destroying equipment. The man kicked a guard and he flew backwards into a concrete wall. I winced as I heard the loud cracking noise. The man faced us, panting, holding his spear at the ready. Barton stood and the man rushed at him and caught his arm.
"You have heart", I heard him say in a soothing voice. I helped Fury to his feet and we looked over at them. The tip of the spear lit up blue and he touched it to Barton's chest. His eyes turned black and then blue. The man released him, and to our disbelief, Barton put his gun in it's holster. Fury knelt and put the cube in a case as the man went around making more minions. Fury and I turned to go when his voice stopped us.
"Please don't", his voice was like velvet, "I still need that."
"This doesn't have to get any messier", Fury replied turning to face him.
"Of course it does. I've come to far for anything else. I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."
"Loki, brother of Thor." Loki's gaze flicked over to Selvig at the sound of his voice.
"We have no quarrel with your people", Fury said.
"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."
"Are you planning to step on us?"
"I come with glad tidings, of a world made free."
"Free from what?"
"Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that in your heart", Loki turned and pressed the tip of the spear to Selvig's chest, "You will know peace."
"Yeah, you say peace. I kind of think you mean the other thing."
"Sir", Barton said walking over to Loki, "Director Fury and Agent Carter are stalling. This place is about to blow and bury a hundred feet of rock on us. They mean to bury us."
"Like the pharaohs of old."
"He's right. The portal is collapsing in on itself", Selvig said looking up from the computer, "We've got maybe two minutes before this goes critical."
"Well then", Loki said looking over to Barton. Barton raised his gun and fired at Fury and then me. The grabbed the case as we hit the floor, and made their way out. Luckily, Fury had on a bulletproof vest, but I didn't.