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Oh my God, you guys have no idea how good it feels to post something again :) I really need to get on the ball with my stories!
Speaking of stories, there's an upcoming one I will be posting here before too long. It's a Mass Effect one. And it's focusing on my first FemShep, Isabella Shepard. It will also have my first MaleShep in it too...you'll see why. Also, I might be posting a lot of Mass Effect oneshots...most all of which will probably have sex scenes in it...and they're mostly gonna be Shakarian. I can't get enough of them!
So, it's the moment you've all been waiting for. The big fight in Germany! :D Sadly, there's no Brucie in this chapter... but he will be in the next one! But guess who IS in this chapter! That's right, Loki and Tony! :3
And now for some reviews!
aandm20: haha thank you! Although you do realize then that Tony would spoil the poor girl rotten...but then Constance would probably kill him XD
Applejax XD: Of course she will! It's only around her mommy when she likes to be silly! Thanks :)
Elisablackcat: Don't worry about missing that part. I haven't explained it yet. But I will in the near future :)
Alrighty then! Let's get started, shall we?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. This awesomely fantastic movie belongs to MARVEL. I only own Constance and Katia.
Enjoy!
"Kneel before me."
Constance watched and listened with bated breath, crouched behind a parked car with her back to the door. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute, and her blood was running hot with anticipation as she listened to the frightened screams of people trying to get away. She desperately wished she could go help them, but Steve was in charge of this mission, and he had not jet given the O.K. yet.
Loki had just made his presence known here in Stuttgart, spectacularly so after nearly two weeks of hiding away somewhere in the world. She had just watched the man flip a car without even touching it, instead shooting it with an ominous blue beam from the three-pronged scepter he carried. He had then walked along like he did that on a daily basis, like there was nothing wrong with the act.
This was so much different from the crooks and small gangs she was used to fighting back home.
She looked to the car parked in front of hers, and to the man in stars and stripes hiding behind it. Steve's face was a picture of complete seriousness, his blue eyes shining in determination behind the navy blue mask that covered the top half of his head and neck. In the dim light of the moon peaking through the clouds over the city, the adamantium and steel-vibranium shield attached to his arm glinted almost dangerously, daring anyone to take a shot at it. She gave him a steeling look, asking without words if it was time for them to charge in. He only shook his head, never breaking eye contact.
'Not yet,' his eyes said. 'Just a little longer.'
She slumped down against her car, breathing carefully and deeply to calm her nerves. She looked straight ahead, her mind plagued with the thoughts about the battle that would surely take place here in a few minutes. How hard would Loki be to take down? She knew it wasn't going to be easy; battling a Norse God certainly didn't seem like a walk in the park. But just how difficult was this Norse God in particular going to make things for them?
During her musings, she managed to catch a glimpse of herself in the window of the shop her car was parked in front of. The only part of her that really stood out was her pale skin, almost glowing brightly against the dark colors of her outfit. She was dressed in a type of dark maroon bodysuit and attached skirt that wasn't completely form-fitting but allowed for easy movement. Black boots were buckled tightly to her feet, reaching up up just under her knees, and black elbow pads were strapped to her arms. Her hands were swathed in black, open-fingered gloves, and a black, ninja-like mask covered the area around her eyes.
She looked quite the superhero, but she wasn't too focused on that at the moment.
She turned back to watch the scene unfolding in the pavilion across the way, observing as the scared people ran into it to escape the menacing looking man walking calmly towards them. And then he was all over the place. Clones that looked a lot like holograms, but were clearly made by magic, began appearing on ledges and stairways. The crowd reared back and attempted to run in a different direction, trying desperately to get away and scrambling around like fish in a barrel. The doppelgängers' had cut off all ways of escape, and had begun to herd them into the center of the pavilion. They were trapped.
She looked to Steve again, hoping that they could run in and save the civilians before Loki had a chance to hurt them. She had noticed that he visibly tensed at the sight before them, his eyes staring coldly at Loki's clones and what they were doing. But when he noticed her urgent gaze, he only shook his head again. 'Not yet,' he mouthed.
Her fingers clutched desperately at her car, watching the view anxiously. What was he waiting for?
Loki, the real Loki, seemed to get angry, observing that his command to kneel before him had not been obeyed. He brought his scepter up high and slammed it down on the pavement with a loud CLUNK. The glowing jewel at the top ignited brightly upon impact, and a few of his captives screamed in terror as his clones mirrored the action.
"I said…KNEEL!"
With completely terrified and stunned expressions on their faces, Constance watched as the civillians slowly sunk down to their knees. A few of them even bowed their heads, each and every one of them hoping that this man with the strange and petrifying powers wasn't going to hurt them. A sickeningly calm smile spread across Loki's face as he chuckled to himself and spread his arms wide. His bright green eyes were icy cold, and it made Constance shiver.
"Is not this simpler?" The God of Mischief and Lies began, walking ever so slowly towards his captives and moving among them. "Is this not your natural state."
It was then that Constance realized what Steve was waiting for. He had known that Loki was going to make some bragging speech to the crowd. Of course; the bad guys always did that.
Her mind flashed back to the debriefing Fury had given her and Steve before departure. He had said Loki's ultimate goal was to take over the planet and insert himself as king. So that's why he made them kneel before him.
"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation." He went on. He pointed his scepter at anyone who moved, causing them to flinch briefly before seizing up, the glow of the jewel glinting off his golden helmet.
Briefly, she wondered how he could keep his head upright with those heavy-looking horn attached to the headpiece. It didn't look too terribly comfortable to wear. Maybe it was just an Asgardian thing.
"The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity." Loki's voice dropped to a whisper, and that mischievous grin found its way to his lips again. "You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."
Constance's teeth ground together in sudden anger. He was just so sure of that, wasn't he? Bastard. Wait 'till I get my hands on you, she mentally spat. I'll rip that smug smile right off your face.
Not one of the assembly said a word, too frozen in fear to defend themselves. This made Constance even angrier. They didn't defend themselves because they couldn't defend themselves. If they did, they would surely be killed.
Apparently one man wasn't afraid of that possibility. He was old, bald, and frail-looking, but he stood up slowly and stood tall and proud as if he were a much younger man. He lifted his chin stoically, and fixed Loki with a stare that Constance couldn't see. She almost cried, she was so scared for him. Loki was going to hurt him!
"Not to men like you." The man declared in a thick German accent.
Loki only smiled and chuckled. "There are no men like me." His voice was calm, but Constance could see his eyes glinting dangerously at the old man.
The old man didn't move, didn't back down as he loudly and courageously declared "There are always men like you."
Loki only laughed again, quietly to himself this time, looking incredibly amused. "Look to your elder, people." He ordered. He lowered the tip of his scepter to point accusingly at the old man, its eerie blue glow growing brighter as it charged with power at Loki's will. Constance's eyes grew wide, and she looked pleadingly at Steve, hoping that this was the moment he had been looking for.
To her relief, he nodded his head.
"Let him be an example."
Constance darted out from behind her car just as the bolt of energy left the scepter. She pumped enough of her power into her feet to give them more traction against the pavement, urging them to move faster. By the time the bolt of energy reached the halfway point, she threw her arms out wide as she leapt in front of the old man, who once again recoiled in fear.
A bright pink force field materialized around them just as the bolt reached them, bouncing harmlessly off the field and making it turn purple for a fleeting moment. The bolt shot back to its owner and hit him square in the stomach, making him fall flat on his face just as Steve decided to join the party. Constance let her force field down and turned to the old man, who was looking at her in stunned silence. "Are you alright?" she asked him.
What looked to be a small, relieved smile inched onto his face. "Danke, junge Dame." He whispered. She could not speak German, but she had a feeling that he was thanking her for saving him.
"You're welcome." She answered with a smile.
"You know," Steve said loudly, glaring daggers at Loki as he slowly started making his way towards the God of Mischief. His shield once again was glinting treacherously in the moonlight. Numerous people around them began standing up at the sight of the man in the stars and stripes. "The last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."
That's right, Constance thought as she sauntered up to join him. Steve was in World War II. He remembers what Hitler did here.
Apparently Loki knew this as well, because he snickered as he stood up, his eyes suddenly bright with anger for the interruption. "The soldier." He sneered, using his scepter to pull himself upright. "The man out of time."
Constance glared at him when his glittering, cold eyes fell on her. "And you," he murmured, his smile growing. "The instructor. It surprises me that they let such an atrocity like yourself teach their children."
She nearly ground her teeth again with all the fury she had pent up inside. Barton, in his indoctrinated state, must have told Loki all about them. He had probably seen the files on them after all. She forced herself to stay quiet and not say something she might regret later.
Luckily, she didn't have to hold it much longer as the sound of an approaching Quinjet made itself known. Steve's lips curled into a smile. "I'm not the one who's out of time." He shot back.
"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Came the sound of Natasha's voice over the Quinjet's loudspeakers, followed by the telltale clicking of a cocked gun.
And that's when all hell broke loose.
Loki reeled back and fired a bolt at the Quinjet, which-thanks to its design and the pilot's skillful maneuvering-dodged easily out of the way, sending the bolt sailing off into the night sky. Steve immediately sprung into action and flung his shield like it was a giant Frisbee. It hit Loki in the chest, but the God was mostly unaffected. This sudden burst of movement sent the crowd scrambling to get away, giving them plenty of room to fight.
Constance primed an energy sphere and aimed it at Loki's feet, hoping to trip him or make him drop to his knees. He simply dodged out of the way just as Steve came forward and right hooked him square in the jaw. The God of Mischief's head swiveled with the impact, but twisted back around, unfazed and unharmed by the blow. He swung the undecorated end of his scepter upwards, maybe hoping to clock Steve in the head and stun him, but Steve was too quick for that. He brought his shield up—which Constance only now realized that he had recovered—to block, and sparks flew every which way as metal collided with metal.
Just as the stars-and-stripes shield blocked the blunt end, Loki swung the more powerful end of his scepter up and managed to knock the shield away long enough to land a hard blow to Steve's stomach, sending him sailing backwards and hitting his head on the pavement, stunning him. As he lay there dazed, Loki turned his attentions on her. He fired another bolt of energy, which she easily deflected with a force field. She molded an energy sphere out of her protective bubble and fired it at the God, thinking she already had him. There was no way he could generate a force field the way she could.
She spoke too soon. Loki looked to have wobbled as if he were a hologram, and then he shifted quickly to the left, cleanly out of harms way. Damn, the bastard can teleport?
Suddenly, a metallic scream sliced through the air as Steve's shield came flying in from the sidelines. Loki turned and quickly smacked the airborne safeguard away once more with his scepter, making it bounce harmlessly on the ground. Steve, fully recovered from his daze, charged in with only his fists as his weapons. He swung forward and missed, which prompted Loki to take a swing with his staff. He also missed, slamming the lethal end into the ground in a shower of sparks.
Constance, instead of dissipating her force field, molded it so it conformed to her body, allowing for more mobile combat. Cloaking her hands in bright and deadly energy, she jumped into the fray, throwing a punch towards the God's face. It impacted and sent ribbons of electricity shooting everywhere on Loki's body, but he was unfazed.
Steve managed to land a blow on the God's side before he and Constance were swatted away with the deadly scepter. The blow didn't harm her in any way. It was the impact of the scepter against a force field pulled so close to her body that sent her flying backwards. As Steve was quickly recovering, Loki walked in a quick, smooth stride towards him. He pressed the blunt end of his scepter to the top of Steve's head, keeping him crouched there.
"Kneel." He hissed.
Constance sprang up from her sprawling place on the ground and ran forward, grabbing ahold of the scepter and jumping into the air.
"Not today!" she snarled, kicking him in the jaw. She heard the scream of the Quinjet shifting its position above them. She didn't know what Natasha was doing, but she would gladly like the help.
Steve leapt back into the fight, shield still laying forgotten on the ground, just as Loki threw Constance backwards to land in a heap on her back. It wasn't long before Steve joined her, and both were already showing signs that this couldn't go on of much longer. They needed Natasha or somebody's help.
As if their thoughts were being broadcasted out loud for everyone to hear, the Quinjet's speakers suddenly crackled to life. "Shoot To Thrill" by AC/DC began blaring loudly throughout the city as a bright orange flare appeared in the sky, zipping towards them and catching all three of them off guard. The light let loose powerful beams that hit Loki square in the chest and sent him flying backwards to crash-land back-first on the stairs. The flames disappeared as a solid metal mass landed on the concrete with a loud crunch. As it stood up straight, Constance felt surprise, relief, and awe wash through her. It wasn't just a solid mass of metal. It was a suit. An iron suit.
Tony Stark, the billionaire genius that everyone knew as Iron Man, had arrived.
Compartments on the suit opened up to reveal a heavy amount of explosive rockets and missiles, and he primed one of the rocket thruster hand-cannons on Loki. "Make your move, Reindeer Games." He challenged.
Constance slowly got to her feet, half expecting for Loki to spring up and attack Stark, or Steve, or the Quinjet, or anything. But he didn't. He didn't do anything she had thought he was going to do. He simply lifted his hands up, and his armor seemed to melt off of him, leaving him in just green, black, and gold casuals.
Connstance's eyes narrowed, wondering if this was all a trick. He was the God of Lies after all. But then her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the defeated look on his face. Loki Laufeyson, the Norse God of Mischief and Lies, was surrendering!
Stark disabled all of his weapons, accepting the gesture of defeat. "Good move." He commented. Constance and Steve moved to stand on either side of him, all of them glaring down at Loki as the sound of the Quinjet lowering to the ground met their ears. Steve stooped down to pick up his shield, and as he did, he was the first to speak.
"Mr. Stark." He panted tiredly in greeting.
"Captain." Stark nodded back. He turned his head slightly in her direction. "Grisham."
"Stark." She acknowledged him.
This day was getting better and better. Little did she know how 'better' that was.
And that's the end of chapter 9!
Okay, if that German wasn't correct, I'm sorry. I'm just using a translator here, which I know is never good. If you know the correct way of saying it ("Thank you, young lady" if you didn't know), please let me know and I will fix it!
As always, reviews are very appreciated, constructive criticism is welcome (JUST BE NICE), and if you flame, you're just wasting your own time.
Adios guys! Until next time!
~H.E.T.
