IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT END xD
Yay, Chapter 3 xDD Thanks to all the sweet people who reviwed or PM'd me and thanks for all the advice. I'll give you guys a hint on what Mycroft, Sherlock, and Tony are, cause i feel like i'm being evil, keeping it to myself with no hints ;) Hint: They are three 'beings' of the Greek Mythology. Also, someone mentioned i'm being confusing about the godson parts so i'll explain it: Mycroft is Tony's godfather and Tony is Sherlock's godfather (this has nothing to do with what they are, its just who they are in this cycle on earth-oops another hint) Now, without further ado: Chapter 3 xD
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Sherlock's eye twitched. He was trying to hold back his emotions, so his energy (for lack of a english term that is equivalent to that in greek) wouldn't hurt any mortals. He was usually better at keeping his energy in check, but Loki was near, and his body was aware of it. It was like a rope was wrapped around his body, pulling him in the direction of the Containment Area.
Sherlock sighed, loud and obnoxiously. Mycroft scowled at his brothers face. Sherlock could be such a little brat. He had no one to blame, but himself. Did Sherlock really think he could just waltz in and talk to Loki. Granted, that is exactly what Mycroft did, but he was and influencial individual. Of course he could make Fury let Sherlock see Loki, but punishing his brother for his foolishness was the first on his list of things to do.
The Avengers had left about ten minutes ago. Bruce and Tony were in the lab, trying to locate the Tesseract. Steve Rogers watched them leave with a frown and quickly followed them. Natasha was sent by Fury to interrogate Loki. Thor was the only one who remained where he was. He watched the proceedings with fascination.
"Mycrooooooft" Sherlock whined, childishly. If Mycroft didn't tell Fury to let him see Loki, he would reveal himself to everyone on this ship, thus revealing Mycroft and Tony. He glared at his 'brother'. Sometimes Mycroft forgot that he wasn't his actual brother, and that he could not boss Sherlock around.
Mycroft noticed Sherlock becoming more and more agitated. His eyes shined dangerously and Mycroft knew that if he didn't act soon, Sherlock was going to do something stupid. Though Mycroft was more powerful than Sherlock, or at least more in control of his powers, given his age, he wasn't sure if he could contain Sherlock, given how unpredictable he is.
"Director Fury." Mycroft said to the stubborn man at the head of the table. "You must have already guessed that if Sherlock wanted he could do almost anything he wanted. Basically, the only thing stopping him from just going to Loki, is me. Don't think you have any influence on any of our decisions. I give Sherlock my permission to visit Loki, and if you don't like it, then...you will just have to get over it." Mycroft said in his best politicians voice.
Sherlock stood, straightened his coat and smirked at Fury. The Director made to argue, but was interrupted by a beeping noise emitting from his computer. Agent Hill was quick to report.
"A virus has been detected, Sir. Someone is hacking our system." Agent Hill sounded slightly panicked, but Fury looked mostly exasperated. He knew something like this would happen with Tony Stark on his ship, but that doesn't mean he liked it. He turned to look at the equally annoyed faces of the Holmes brothers.
Mycroft looked at Sherlock and shook his head once. You will have to be patient a little while longer, brother. Sherlock moaned petulantly. Mycroft sighed and as stood well. Fury eyed both men suspicously before choosing to ignore them for the time being.
"Hill." Fury said shortly. Agent Maria Hill snapped to attention. "Your in charge. I'm going to pay Stark a visit."
In the lab
Steve entered the lab in time to see Tony stab Bruce with some sort of pointy lab tool. "Hey!" he called indignantly. "Are you insane?"
Tony ignored him and continued his conversation with Bruce. "Seriously? What's your secret? Bongo drums? Mellow Jazz? Huge bag of weed?" Bruce chuckled at Tonys antics. Steve was not as amused.
"Is everything a joke to you?" Steve asked angrily.
"Funny things are." Tony replied, while pointing the pointy tool a Steve.
Containment Area
"I won't kill Barton. Not until I make him kill you, in every way he knows you fear. Then, when he's coherent enough to realise what he's done, I'll split his skull. That is my deal, you mewling quim." Loki spat through his cage wall at the shaking form of Natasha Romanoff.
"You're a monster." She said, her voice trembling.
"No." Loki said, smirking. "You brought the monster." He did not expect the Agent of SHIELD to turn suddenly, no hint of any tears on her face. She looked impassively at him, not at all horrified or frightned as she had been acting like a few seconds ago.
"So that's your play? Banner?" Without waiting for an answer, Natasha briskly walked to the entrance of the cell. She pressed a button on the communicator located in her ear and informed Fury. She was long gone when Loki gathered enough wits to let out a confused "What?".
Somewhere on the helicarrier
Fury and his unwelcome entourage headed down the steel hallway, toward the lab. Fury's eye twitched. Sherlock, Mycroft and Thor had decided to join him on his way to Tony. It would be an understatement to say Fury was not pleased, but he couldn't stop the elder Holmes from doing anything and in addition Sherlock Holmes, since he was basically under Mycroft's protection.
Nick risked a glance behind him where the Holmes Brother's and Thor walked. He hadn't forgotten the mysterious aquaintance between them and he sure as hell hadn't forgotten the powers that had been displayed by both brothers. But his questions would have to wait until the immediate threat, Loki, was under control and the tesseract located.
Sherlock smirked at the Director's back. His agitation was palpable. Whatever happened to that sweet little boy that used to be Nickolas Fury? But, Sherlock supposed, a past like this man's could turn any innocent child into a hardened, distrusting, soldier such as Fury.
"Loki's target is Banner. Keep him in the labs. Send Thor." A voice interrupted Sherlock's musings. It seemed to be coming from a device in Fury's ear. Sherlock glanced at Mycroft, who nodded. Sherlock's smirk turned dark and mischievous.
Fury's back tensed and he walked faster in the direction of the lab.
In the lab
"Big man in a suit of armor, take that away, what are you?" Steve asked viciously. The rest of the team watched with shock, as the normally calm soldier, flipped out. Sherlock and Mycroft shared a knowing look, that was not missed by Fury.
Tony opened his mouth to retaliate, but Steve cut him off.
"Howard is ten times the man you are." The silence that followed was crushing. Sherlock turned towards the door, to hide the smirk on his face. The soldier out of time, knew not of what he spoke.
The heavy silence was broken by Tony's chuckle. He looked at the floor as his shoulders shook. The rest of the team watched as the Iron Man seemingly broke down.
Tony raised his head. His eyes filled with malicous hatred. "You know nothing, Steve Rogers." Tony said, infuriated. When he said Steve's name, it sounded as if many people were speaking at once. It echoed around the lab they were in. A shiver ran down the spine of everyone in the romm, excluding Sherlock and Mycroft. Steve took a shocked step back.
Nick Fury eyed Stark warily. There was more to that man that met the eye and he would make sure to find out what. But, like with the Holmes Brothers, it would have to wait. Stark needed to find the Tesseract and that was Fury's priority.
Mycroft tapped the tip of his umberella harshly against the floor. Tony's head snapped toward his 'godfather'. Mycroft glared at Tony, who bowed his head sheepishly.
A beep emitted from one of the computers. Banner made his way over and broke the tense silence. "We found the Tesseract. It's-" An explosion shook the helicarrier.
Somewhere on the helicarrier
SHIELD Agents were running through the halls of the helicarrier, completely frantic. An alarm rang through the halls "Code Red. Code Red. Engine 3 failure. Engine 1 failure." The helicarrier was losing altitude. Fast.
Sherlock and Mycroft watched impassively as the Agents ran by. After the explosion, which they survived obviously unscathed, they were ordered by a hastening away Director, to stay out of everyones way. Normally Sherlock would have ignored the order, but Mycroft wouldn't allow Sherlock out of his sight. Mycroft didn't want Sherlock to interfere with his plan. He needed to reunite with Loki at exactly the right moment.
So, Sherlock and Mycroft stood in a hallway watching the events unfold. They seemed completly indifferent to the chaos around them. Mycroft watched with amusement as an Agent tripped in his hurry, the papers he was holding flying through the air. Sherlock turned to his brother.
"Why is Tony aiding the mortals as 'Iron Man'?" Sherlock asked, not really interested, just bored with the inability to help, himself.
Mycroft's eyes snapped to Sherlock's face. A bored Sherlock was never a good thing. "Tony doesn't want the humans to know of his true origin. He wants to be recognized for his mind and affinity for science, not the powers he possesses as one of us." Mycroft answered, trying to keep Sherlock busy, so he doesn't do anything irrational.
Sherlock groaned. Mycroft's frankly pathetic attempt at occupying Sherlock's mind, had not helped to take his mind off of Loki. He wanted to see the God of Mischief again. The need to see the god only grew with the amount of time Sherlock was away from him. He had promised the god to visit and he was going to make sure he kept his promise.
"All available Agents to the Containment Area. All available Agents to the Containment Area." The paniced voice snapped Sherlock out of his thoughts. He spun around, facing the direction of the Containment Area, where Loki was being kept. Sherlock made to step forward, but was stopped by Mycroft's hand on his arm.
"Do you really think this wise, Sherlock? He is a prisoner for a reason." Mycroft said, trying and failing to cover the concern in his voice with indifference. Sherlock yanked his arm out of Mycroft's reach and glared at him.
"I don't care about the mortals opinion, Mycroft, as you very well know. My affairs are none of their concern." Sherlock said arrogantly. He marched purposefully toward Loki's prison. Mycroft rolled his eyes at his brother's antics.
"Tread carefully, brother." Mycroft mocked. Sherlock's back stiffened, but he did not turn around.
When Sherlock was out of sight, Mycroft swung his umberella and headed toward the Control Room. Agents jumped out of his way in fright. Probably because of the terrifying, self-satisfied grin on his face.
Containment Area
Phil Coulson was angry. Not at the Norse God of Mischief that just stabbed him in the back with his idiotic looking spear, oh no. Phil Coulson was angry at himself. Why had he fought with Pepper and not made up before he left? Why didn't he tell her he loved her? Why didn't he avoid the fight, simply by telling everyone they were in a relasionship? Now he regretted it. Every hurtful thing he said, every moronic excuse. Worthless.
He wished he could talk to Pepper one last time before he died. Tell her how he felt about her, how he still feels about her. But it was too late. He made his choice. He sacrificed himself.
"You will fail." Phil said weakly, his voice filled with conviction. Loki looked shocked, then amused. He eyed the fallen Agent of SHIELD with amusement.
"And why, pray tell, would you think that? The Avengers are seperated, there is no one to stop me from taking your world." Loki said haughtingly. Coulson coughed wetly and blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth.
Loki's eyes flashed from blue to green, before changing back to blue.
Coulson shifted the gun on his lap slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sherlock Holmes bursting through the door.
Loki stepped back, shocked at the sudden entrance of the man. Coulson's eyes flickered between the two men. The tension in the room was palpable. Sherlock stared open mouthed at the God of Mischief, who, in return, looked away sharply, having gotten over the initial shock.
Loki's eyes flashed green.
Coulson, having had enough of the mysterious happenings, gathered his wits and answered the God's question.
"You lack conviction." Coulson said, as he pulled the trigger on the weapon in his hands.
Okay xD that was the edited, more detailed version of chapter 3, hopefully everyone has a better picture of what i wanted to write...umm sry if u guys hate the snippets, but I really didn't want to write this chapter, because i hate building a foundation for a story, i like just writing the action scences and cool bits xD i figured the movie covered most of those parts anyway and i didn't want to write the whole script -.- chapter 4 is coming soon xD im already halfway done, which is amazing for me ;D
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