AHHHHHHHHH! It's been like two weeks! Sorry, I'm so sorry; I just started high school so I am a little overwhelmed. I'll try to update more, I really will. I finished Arkham Asylum… and Arkham City. Wow, I'm obsessed. I really need to get a schedule for this story… and I have a random obsession with the Mad Hatter in Batman. So that means I get sidetracked very easily… Also, has anyone noticed that in movies the villain is WAY more attractive than the hero (Cillian Murphy, Tom Hiddleston, James Franco, Dev Patel, Jake Abel) I don't own anything. THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS; I REPEAT THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR THE AVENGERS! This chapter will also have a visit from Hela…
The second I came back to consciousness I realized I couldn't move. My head ached and I couldn't open my eyes. I finally got my eyes open and groaned. I was leaned up against a handrail, ties that had to be reinforced with magic, and a greenish hue was all around me. Of course, Loki had decided to let me live, but didn't want anybody to see me.
"If I remember right, only you can hear me at the moment." I said aloud.
"Yes, the wall makes it look like no one is there, and no one but I can hear you." He said, smirking.
"Hmm… AHHHH!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"Do you ever shut up?" he snapped.
"Hmm… you aren't the first person to ask me that, and you won't be the last. You should have thought about that before you knocked me out. You do realize that I have a concussion."
"Yes, now how many times are you going to get hit in the head until you quit fighting?" he asked.
"You don't want me to fight." I said looking up.
"Ever heard of evening the odds?" he asked.
"So there is no army? Wouldn't surprise me." I said.
"Oh, there is an army. I just thought that we could talk, brother to sister?" he asked.
"I don't think that that was the reason for all of this." I said, looking around the room. I heard footsteps coming outside of the door.
"No, but you'll see." He said, making a kaleidoscope image of himself, walking right out the glass door.
Thor came bursting into the room. He saw the image and dove for it.
"No!" I yelled, and the barrier around me came down.
"Amearia." Thor said.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki asked.
"Please Loki, stop this while you can. I am begging you!" I cried.
He turned to me. "I gave you a choice, but you didn't take it. It's all on your head now." He said, turning to Thor, "The humans think us immortal. Shall we test that?"
A thud came from my right side. I looked over to see Coulson standing with a large gun.
"Move away, please." He said, gesturing to the gun in his hands. "You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does. Do you wanna find out?" he warmed the gun up, but I looked over to Loki. He shimmered for a second, a weird shimmer.
"Coulson, behind you!" I screamed. He started to turn around, but he was too late. The spear pierced straight through his chest.
"No!" Thor screamed, but I could only stare.
"Phil!" I managed to choke out, "I'm so sorry." I was so close to saving him, I just couldn't do it.
Loki smirked at me, I knew what his plan was, and we had played right into it. I should have known what he was planning.
"Loki… I'm sorry that I couldn't help you. But please, for my sake, don't punish Midgard!" I cried, tears slipping out of my eyes.
"So sentimental." he said. He lifted up the glass lid that the button that could drop the cage.
"Loki… please. We can help you, just let us." I whispered.
He looked at Thor and smiled a little. He hit the button and air whooshed from the room, making my hair fly forwards. Thor stepped into the middle of the cage. He pursed his lips into an 'o' and hit the button.
"NO! Thor!" I cried at the cage fell, metal screeching as he went.
"Now do you see, sister? You have no family, you betrayed your only brother. Now you have paid your price. Because of you not helping me people have died. You are now a monster… just like you always have been."
"No Loki, I'm not the monster. You became the monster the second you entered that base. I didn't betray my only brother; I helped my only brother fight for Earth. You are not my brother Loki; you are just a shell of what you once were. You're not the strong man I watched grow up. You can blame this war on Thor, but you don't know jealously. You haven't watched your two brothers from the shadows, watching them train to be warriors, and you be known as just a girl… the real Loki would never do this. You say you can see into my soul, see what I feel, then you know I am feeling hate. All because of you!" I said, hatred burning in my heart.
"You mewling quim!" he snapped, and all I saw next was the gold of a scepter coming towards my temple and the feeling of pain, betrayal, and sorrow that wasn't mine.
-3rd person-
Loki snarled when his sister blacked out. How dare she do that to him, how dare she hate him! He was only trying to protect her from the people that wanted to control her.
You haven't watched your two brothers from the shadows, watching them train to be warriors, and you be known as just a girl…
"You're going to lose…" Phil said from his seat beside the wall.
"Am I?" he asked.
"It's in your nature."
"Hmm, your heroes are scattered, your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"
"You lack conviction…"
"I don't think I'm…" Loki said before Phil shot the gun, a blast like the destroyer's hitting him in the chest.
"So that's what it does." He said simply as the god hurdled out of the room.
-Back to Amearia-
The world around me was filled with browns and reds.
"Wh- Where am I?" I asked.
"Amearia, I am sorry for pulling you away. It's just that… I just… my father is out of control." My niece said, coming out of the shadows.
"Hela! Am I dead?" I asked.
"No, you are alive. Listen closely and you can hear the chaos around you. I just had to ask you something."
I listened and I heard the intercom and the noise of the Helicarrier, but they were faint noises. "What do you need to ask?" I questioned.
"If the time comes, will you be able to do what is necessary? Will you be able to… to kill Loki?"
I gasped a little but looked around. "I think if it is the only way I will, but I will mourn for him." I said finally.
"Good. You have to go back now," she said her voice getting fainter. "Your friends need you."
"Hela, what about Thor? HELA!" I cried, but she was gone. I opened my eyes and saw two men cutting the ropes around my wrists.
"Sorry boss, the god rabbited." Phil said.
"Just stay awake, eyes on me." Director Fury said.
"Phil, I can help him. My magic might be able to heal him in time." I said, crawling over to him, already chanting a spell under my breath.
"No, I'm clocking out here." He said.
"Not an option." Fury said.
"It's okay boss. This was never going to work… if they didn't have something… to…" he said before taking his last breath.
"Phil… please, no, don't do this to us." I cried, tears falling down my face.
"Agent Coulson is down…" Fury said into his walkie-talkie.
"The medical team is on its way to your location…"
"They're here. They called it." He said. I placed a hand on my mouth and tried to hold the sobs in. I numbly walked back to the bridge and took the seat between Tony and Steve.
Director Fury walked over to the table and sighed. "These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. I guess he never did get you to sign them." He tossed his cards onto the table and the blood splashed down onto it. I held in another sob as I looked at them. "We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, the location of the cube, Banner, Thor… I got nothing for you. I lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming. Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number, though because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark and Amearia know this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea. In heroes." He said as Tony got up and walked away. I stood up, but didn't leave just yet.
"Well, it's an old -fashioned notion." I walked after Tony, blinking away the tears. He was in the detention center, just staring at the hole where the cage was.
"If you're here to cheer me up 'Mearia it's not going to work."
"I'm sorry Tony; I should have taken the shot. I should've hit that button and let Loki fall. He's right, I am weak. When I was supposed to stop this I didn't. I could have stopped this in New Mexico… I should have told Thor what was going on. I was just so confused. It's all my fault."
"Don't beat yourself up Snow White, we all make mistakes. Hell, I make em' every day." He said turning to me. I must look like crap. Bloodstained clothes, bloodshot eyes, and makeup left on from when he came to Midgard. We just stood there, me on one side, him on the other. I just stared at the now closed up hole. I heard someone coming and I saw Steve, still in his dark blue pants and lighter blue shirt with red boots. He smiled at me and handed me a Kleenex. I took it and dabbed at my eyes, so deep in thought I didn't even know I was crying. He put a hand on my shoulder for comfort.
"Was he married?" he asked.
"No, there was a, uh, cellist, I think."
"I'm sorry. He seemed like a good man." Steve said sadly.
"One of the best…" I said quietly.
"He was an idiot." Tony snapped.
"Why? For believing?"
"For taking on Loki alone."
"He was doing his job."
Tony just scoffed. "He should have waited, he should have…"
"Sometimes there isn't a way out Tony."
"Right, I've heard that before."
"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?"
"We are not soldiers! I'm not marching to Fury's fife." Tony snapped.
"Neither am I. he's got the same blood on his hand that Loki does. But right now we have to put that behind us and get this done. Loki needs a power source. We need to make a list-"
"He made it personal." Tony said, looking at the bloodstains on the wall.
"That's not the point."
"That is the point. That's Loki's point. He hit us all right where we live. Why?"
"To tear us apart."
"Yeah, divide and conquer is great but he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants." Tony said.
"Yeah, but where are you going with this?" I asked.
"He wants to beat us, and he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience."
"You're right. I caught his act in Stuttgart."
"Yeah, that was just the previews. This is opening night. Loki, he's a full-tilt diva, right?"
"Yeah, he's going to make this a big deal." I said.
"He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built to the sky with his name plastered… son of a bitch."
"Hey… my mom too!" I joked, and then it hit me too. "Stark Towers…"
"Amearia, you go change. Tony… good job, I'll go get Natasha." Steve said quickly. I ran out of the room, hurrying to my quarters.
"Sorry, coming through. Beklager, Kommer gjennom!" I said, running as fast as I could. I walked into my room and chanted a spell to change the outfit I had on. I looked at the green and sighed.
"No more of this. It's time to break away from Loki." I whispered, changing the color and design. Instead of being a carbon copy of Loki's costume it was now a brown leather tunic with silver going across the chest, brown cloth pants, silver cuffs, brown leather combat boots, a purple cape, and for the finishing touch a silver face piece that framed my face. My hair was in its usual long black braid. I took my favorite dagger that Loki gave me. I walked out and bumped into Tony.
"You do realize that when I said go change I didn't mean the costume." Steve said, now in full uniform.
"I know, I need to break away from Loki."
"Alright Snow White, but why purple?" Tony asked.
"Purple, the color of magic and royalty." Natasha said.
Before I could answer we showed up at a Quinjet.
"Um sir, you are not authorized in here…" a younger agent said.
"Son, just don't."
