The Final Battle
Chapter 7
Anneke twisted her hand, and her staff formed. Loki pulled his daggers from his pockets, and handed two more to her. She placed them in her pockets for safekeeping, and then paced towards the Avengers. They began running. Fist hit skin, and magic flew like sparks. Anneke fought Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, Spiderman and Antman. She yelped in suprise as magic and webs bound her. She immediatly broke free, and tried to attack with her staff. When that didn't work, she threw it to the side in disgust and retrieved the daggers from her pockets. She cut and slashed at the enemies. She heard Loki cry out in pain, and whipped around to block what was hurting him. She wasn't able to stop Natasha's aimed dagger. She gasped as it hit her square in the chest. The fighters stared in shock as she fell dead to the ground. Loki ran forward and knelt next to her.
Loki's POV
He stared in shock and pain as Anneke crumpled dead to the ground. "No!" He roared, and he ran forward to kneel by her side. He glared at Natasha, tears running down his and her cheeks. "I-I'm Sorry." Natasha whispered as the Avengers left for Midgard. "I can fix you." He whispered to his daughter. He carried her to the medbay, and allowed her to rest after he healed her.
"Father?"
