Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or any of its characters. Only C.
The Awaited Meeting
I awaited the aircraft with a yawn. The God of Mischief still unconscious on the ground next to me. I hadn't had a good night sleep in a looooong time. I was definitely due for a nap. But those small drops of the god's blood helped me to stay awake as the spacy looking thing landed with a gust of wind. The people; in the SWAT outfits, came out with weapons ready. I rolled my eyes and fanned both my arms at them as I stood up.
"Put the heat away, boys," I stretched my back. "It'd be a damn shame if you were here for me." I smirked, but they didn't seem to get the joke, so I just frowned and pointed to the god on the ground "Just get the chair and put the dead weight in it."
Two of them understood that, as they went back in the plane. Grabbing the back of the God's neck collar, I dragged him forward towards the aircraft. The four guys with automatics stared in wonder as the wheelchair came closer and I just tossed Loki's ass in it without a flinch of regret. The two that hauled it out, immediately strapped the still unconscious guy's wrists and legs with leather clipped straps. Once secured, I stepped behind them and the wheelchair and grabbed its back. Tipping it slightly back so the dead weight's wheels tipped up more and so I could easily pull him up the ramp.
Sliding it into a nearby corner I took the seat across form them as everyone else filed in. Orders were given as the ramp closed up and the plane took off. I lazily sat with my big, black, boots lying across the floor and my arms crossed over my chest. No one gave so much as a quick glance in my general direction as I just kept my eyes on the unconscious so called god. His head bobbed a bit in turbulence but other than that he remained as lively as a stiff. He looked like a member of the dead himself. Man! I wish I had gotten to him first! It feels like I just got the leftovers after some huge scuffle. And I hate leftovers!
Sighing for the tenth time, I forced myself to relax. No need to get the rest of the company upset just because I was. The ride was dull, to say the least. No one talked and no one bothered me. Which was nice. In a way… Anyway, when the plane did land, I assumed it was some high tech ship. I was right too as I stood up and dragged the still, motionless god down the ramp. It turned out to be a battleship sized vessel in the sky. Helicarrier was the name I saw on one of the supply boxes as I was lead out of the docking bay. This is one hell-of-a carrier. I thought with a naughty smile. Probably how they figured out the name for this baby. Probably.
"Welcome aboard," A voice I recognized to be the Director himself off to my left. "You can let my men take him into a secure room now." He suggested as four armed men stood beside myself and the Mischief Maker.
"I'd frisk him first before he wakes," I replied calmly as they took him from me and into another part of this large tub. "So," I began as my bright, hazel eyes gazed around the place. "Nice set up you got here. Does the government pay for all this crap or does it come from the tax dollars?"
"A bit of both," He replied honestly and had me follow him down a corridor full of led lighting. My eyes really can't handle bright florescent anymore. Due to sensitivity now if you know what I mean. "We have over ten dozen working personnel on this ship alone; save for any ground forces we have to help those in immediate assistance."
"I guess both didn't pan out so well when Manhattan when to shit," I spat in annoyance. Yes. I was still pissed over the whole alien army thing. Yet Fury didn't seem to look offended. Much.
"My men and I did our best," He replied rather coolly. "Although, most in the government still wish to disprove the existence of alien life forms. Therefore, causing most of us who were prepared, to get the short stick."
"Hmm," I hummed in reply. Of course it would be some greedy bastards in Parliament and such to screw those under them for being paranoid. And that's how you get the cause and effect the hard way! And the 'I told you so' would be totally useless to say once the shit hits the fan! Sighing again, I stared down at my feet, partly ashamed. "Sorry."
"We lost a lot of good men, despite getting the situation under control," He continued, although sounded less insulted. "However, things are getting better. I just need a few more hands on the situation."
"Like mine?" I asked in lazy interest.
"Yes," He turned his dark eye to me. "Despite your rouge attitude you have a way to get the job done and make sure innocence don't get hurt."
"I try and make that my policy," I said honestly as we stopped in front of a large, glass door.
"Well, I hope you can clear that policy with the rest of my team," He waved a hand to the door. "The Avengers."
Looking through the glass door, I raised unimpressed eyebrows at the group of people inside. Save for the huge, bulky blond in old battle armor, they all looked quite comfortable in the room. Especially this one, dark haired man with a small mustache leaning against his chair and tossing a red apple in the air.
"Play nice now. I'll be right back," He said and turned to leave me at the door. I almost did a double take. He not also wants me to school the Norse God of Mischief but the so-called Avengers too!? Man, my life sucks! Taking a deep sigh, I grabbed the handle and pulled open the door. Walking right behind the guy with the apple, and I immediately recognized the tone of his voice from the phone call I got earlier. Only three others noticed I was in the room now, behind the man still flapping his jaw about supernatural vs divine, or whatever conversation I had walked in on. A woman with long red hair, and a short blond to her left along with some nerdy looking guy with glasses; all wearing very interested looks at my silent arrival.
The guy in the chair, obviously oblivious, kept tossing his apple while saying, "Now if I didn't know more about the Underworld. I'd give some major props to this girl for sticking her fangs out for the greater good." He threw the apple in the air and I quickly caught it making his fingers curl in the empty air; expecting the apple instead.
CRUNCH! I took one big bite, making him and the rest of the distracted eyes turn to me. The man I had taken the apple from blinked up at me several times in wonder; slightly impressed that I had taken him off his guard. I smirked down from him as I continued to chew on the fruit. After I swallowed I said in my dark tone, "Like I need recognition from you."
His bushy eyebrows shot up as I moved myself to the only chair in the room; which was obviously the blond warriors. Everyone didn't move nor speak as I sat in the chair and kicked my heavy boots up on the table, making the back lean away as I relaxed and took another bite. "So," I spoke the word a little and cool before swallowing again. "You people are the Avengers," I got a few nervous and a pair of glares from the group around me. My smirk grew. "No wonder why Director Fury needs help."
"Cute," The man in the mustache smiled at me and I narrowed my hazel eyes at him. "She thinks she's here to show us up and kick our Hero butts, am I right?"
"I actually gift wrapped a kick to the face for you, pal," I huffed out and he just chuckled a bit in a disturbing high tone for a male of his stature as most looked impressed at my threat, for it looks like that blond next to the red head wants me to do it! "Unlike other unique rouges that you people have met, I don't like being called in to clean up someone else's mess."
"That is not all you are here for," The bulky blond slowly walked up to me. "You desire my brother's blood as compensation for what amount was spilled in your home."
My smile deepened as I pointed a finger at him. "Your right." Then I took another large bite of the apple. "I didn't get the satisfaction of tenderizing his meat, so – why not something more satisfying for my darker side."
"It cannot be so," His blue eyes hardened at me as I just stared at him in my board manner, "He must return to Asgard for trial! I promise to find a way of equal payment for your mercy, but I implore you; let my brother return home!"
I morphed my black lips to a frown, for I did not like making deals that turned more south for me. But as this muscular man with baby blue eyes was practically begging me; I had a tough call to make. "Well, he isn't leaving yet." I said which made his fists clench and that partly shaved face harden. "Doesn't he have to be briefed first before leaving?"
"A process of interrogation is followed suit before he leaves," The woman confirmed in a mild tone of agreement. "And Director Fury wants you to do it."
"Why is that?" The man, dressed in the most patriotic wardrobe I've ever seen, asked rather bluntly. "Why you?"
"Maybe he thinks I can make the Silver Tongue talk," I said and finished off the apple, and then tossing the core in a waste bin behind me. Perfect shot. "Who knows," I then cracked my knuckles and stretched my arms. "All I know so far that it's been one Hell of a disappointing night, so let's start again." I removed my feet and placed my folded hands on the table. "Names please?"
"Natasha," The woman answered first and I nodded my head at her. "Most call me Black Widow. Agent Romanoff. Or just Widow." I smirked at that, for I like spiders; regardless of the name's owner.
"Clint," The man sitting next to her spat out coolly. "I'm known as Hawkeye. But just call me Clint."
"Dr. Bruce Banner, Ms.," The geeky and shy looking man said and bowed his head a bit in my direction. "I – turn into the Hulk."
"Ya, so don't think about pissing him off to gain any points. Tony Stark, F.Y.I.; Iron Man, but I guess you already know me after our earlier chat," Mr. Stark said as I just gave him a blank stare. Ya, I knew the name well. Mr. Playboy Billionaire with a taste for hard core weapons. Though I recently heard most of his factories shut down. Hmmm.
"I am Thor Odinson," The bulky blond stated and puffed up his chest proudly. "God of Thunder and Might! Prince of Asgard and Slayer of –."
"She doesn't need to hear all your tittles, dude," Clint scorned him in annoyance and the God frowned at him for interrupting. I grinned, for this was too fun to pass up.
"Captain Steve Rogers, Ma'am," The last one said in a more calm and controlled tone, and yet his blue eyes stayed on me, like a guard dog. "Captain America is my designation around the world."
"Wow," I breathed out in amusement. "I wonder if you all come with your own collectable cards."
"Just wait. There in the making," Stark said and smirked back. "But I want to hear more about you now," I frowned at his directness towards me. If he asks me another retarded question I will kick him in the face!
"That will have to wait," The voice of the Director himself made all of us face towards the door. "Loki has woken up." He stood tall and wore a grim yet determined expression as I stood up to follow him out. The rest followed suit, curious as to see what I had in mind to ask the troublesome being. "Now C. He'll be in a familiar sealed room; like the kind you see in police stations."
"So that way you guys can see through the window, while he can't see you," I stated calmly.
"And so we can hear everything that goes one between you two," He confirmed as we turned right and entered a larger than normal interrogation room. "We'll be just out here if you need anything."
"You want a stick to poke him with?" Stark suddenly spoke and most of us, including myself, glared at him. "Just saying."
"Is the trick getting him to shut up?" I asked mildly interested and Stark made a face like 'that was adorable but I'll get you for that.'
"Yea, actually," Clint made a cocky grin which Stark huffed at. Who's ganged up now?
"I think I know of a few ways," I replied with a wicked smirk and took a few steps towards Stark and he immediately took a few steps back from me. "Remember collage?"
His eyebrows immediately went up in shock; like I just figured out a few of his dirty secrets. Some remained confused, but Hawkeye seemed to get the gist of what I was implying for he was fighting the urge to laugh. "I prefer not to!" Stark suddenly sputtered out.
"Then be a good boy, and shut up," I then patted his left cheek and turned to walk into the room that Loki was in. From behind the glass, he looked pretty worn out, but kept a hatted look at the wall. Like he could see them behind the mirror!
Stark remained petrified as the others stared from him to the door that the Dampire had just walked behind. Banner and Thor looked pretty damn confused if not worried for their friend.
"What did she mean by 'remember collage'?" Rogers asked as Stark took a moment to compose himself and straighten out his expensive shirt.
"Like I said; Her kind scares the crap out of me," Tony plainly said before moving to look into the glass wall.
"Ooooooh," Banner suddenly raising his eyebrows as a light bulb flashed behind his gentle eyes. "I think I know."
"No. Don't you dare say another word," Tony spoke in a threatening tone while pointing a finger at him, but Banner couldn't wipe off the smile that grew on his face.
"My friend, you are severely screwed," The scientist said as he and Clint shared a silent joke. Natasha rolled her eyes as poor Thor looked truly lost in the conversation while Steve and Fury tried to ignore them as C sat in the chair opposite of the God of Mischief.
"Not if I keep my turbines and pulse canons functioning," Tony replied, and yet somehow he didn't sound completely convincing for his defense.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I rocked myself in boredom on my heels as I lazily stared at the man that messed up my home and territory from across a three and a half by seven-foot table. I gave a long, dragged out sigh as Loki's green eyes stayed on me. Though his hands were well bound to some thick cuffs on the table and his feet well secured in the chair, I still had to give the guy some credit. He looked and played the part as a 'fierce warrior' pretty well. Regardless of strengths.
"Well, I sure as Hell didn't see this coming." I finally spoke first making the God smirk. I was starting to hate that look. "I was hoping to have killed and drained every drop of your Godly blood and be on my mary way. But nooooooo. You just like to cause more problems for me."
"Is it really I that causes you such misery?" He asked in that oh so cunning tone of his. "Or is there… someone else?"
"There are others, but you're the current thorn that's throbbing the loudest in my side," I pointed out coolly and then propped my black boots on the table and laid my hands on my lower stomach. He watched in mild interest as I got cozy. "So, let's hear it," I stated and then he gave me a look of slight confusion, so I elaborated. "Why'd you really do it? A cry for attention? To be recognized as the God you once were thousands of years ago?" His face remained stony but his eyes looked slightly impressed at me. Ya, I know my way well when it comes to therapy sessions. Been to more than enough myself. So, words were not a problem for me. "Guess you didn't realize that the times have moved on without your kind."
"So I'm beginning to notice," His smile returned as he went to pick some dirt from under his nails.
"It's also tradition, in this world, not to step on someone's resting place," I spat, turning my voice down a notch. "And here I thought Gods knew of that one golden rule."
"Forgive the ignorance than," He replied in a mocking tone and I huffed.
"You really are a piece of work, you know?" I cracked my neck and forced down another yawn. I really was too tired for this. "I was sooooo looking forward to crashing on my hammock as soon as I got back from Tokyo. But all I found was this huge ass fugly looking worm crashed on my hotel room instead! And no, you're not getting away from me that easily. Despite what your brother says."
"He's not my brother!" He hissed out angrily at me, and I raised an eyebrow. I can imagine the God of Thunder looking distraught at hearing these words from behind the window. "Merely a sibling I was – bought into by mercy! Courtesy of Odin!"
"Mercy, hu?" I asked and his green eyes grew darker at me, like I had revealed a forbidden secret. "Sounds more like a scandal if you ask me."
"Scandal… you don't know the half of it. None of them do," His green eyes turned to the glass wall and I hid a smile. He really can see them! Sucks for them!
"And that's why the temper tantrum," I rolled my head up to the ceiling with another sigh. "Like your case is any different from any other sad story belonging to an orphan. Granted the whole immortal God-like power is a plus, but… no. No difference what so ever."
"You dare compare me to your pitiful race?" He asked in a low and deadly tone.
"You dare to try and concourse us so I have to wonder," I countered coolly and bounced my brows at him while smiling. He only looked more annoyed and turned his gaze away from me to the far wall. "I'm also willing to bet that I'm not the only one after your blood." My statement made his gaze turn back to me in a slow yet weary look. "That army was very big. You've had to have help somewhere during your – travels." I said after taking a moment to think of the right word. From his eyes, I can tell I was right. He did have assistance from someone and I wanted to know who, for I began to suspect the worst.
Deciding to be more forward, I increased my concentration as I stared hard into his eyes; letting my more vampiric trait take effect. He froze as he felt the force of my will and he looked quite taken aback by my ability. Within a few seconds I saw a quick slide show of images. An ugly alien in hood and robes serving a more powerful being sitting in a chair, staring out into space with his back turned to Loki. I saw a side of his face; purple and wrinkly but his eye held power. Deep power as he stared down the God that now sits before me.
"No!" Loki suddenly sputtered out and he threw up a mental wall to prevent me from seeing more. "How –!? You –!? You sly, cursed cow!" He hissed and panted at me as his eyes looked murderous now for the intrusion. I smiled as I tried to ignore the slight headache that formed. For this gift was always a downside to me. But at least it comes useful at times.
"Like it matters now," I countered coolly and he sneered at me as he stared down at the table. "Who is he?" He knew of the who I asked, for he saw the flashes of images too, but he didn't answer. "Reminds me of a warlord." I stated and by his green gaze I knew I was right on the money. "Which only tells me one thing." I shifted my boots back to the floor and leaned in closer to him. "Warlords don't let their failures live."
His jaw tightened at the fact, but of cores he knew that even before we met. He would have been much safer in the Asgardian prison, so why did he escape? Why come back to Earth? Too many questions and not enough answers left me more than a little irritated. Yet before I could ask another question the lights in the room suddenly flashed red as a repetitive alarm rang throughout the area, giving me an even bigger headache.
"C! The Helicarrier is under attack!" I frowned as Fury's voice echoed from the corner calm. "Stay with Loki! We'll come and get you once the danger is gone!"
I stood up and put my hands on my hips as the alarms kept ringing and then I felt the haul of the ship give a violent tremble right under my boots.
"You are right," Loki's tired voice made me turn to meet his deep green eyes. "He comes to claim the head of his failure."
I pursed my black lips in self-debate. I can't let that alien freak take my prize! He still needs to pay me back with his blood! Well, I guess now is as good as any to announce my claim. Why not to the lackeys he's hired? "Not on my watch." I spoke darkly and seriously as I pulled out my gun and checked my ammo. Loki looked quite baffled that I was defending him. It would be nice to say that he should be grateful, but I won't. He knows it and so do I. This is a fight for the prize! Him! And there can only be one winner. Fine! I thought as I turned to face the door, ready for any alien freak to get buy the Avengers. Who wants some first!?
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