Author's note: Well, I'm super exhausted. But here's chapter 10 :)
Chapter 10
TPOV
When they all spotted Malekith's ship and his army attacking a small town outside of New York, they stopped the car. They all jumped out and walked towards the dark elves. When they got to them, they started to attack. Steven managed to get rid of twelve elves, Natasha got rid of fifteen, Clint got rid of ten, Banner smashed twenty five, Tony blew up thirty and Thor destroyed anything in his path. Which ended up being forty. The warriors three killed forty two elves. Volstagg was panting as he attacked another elf and killed it.
"Thor, this is to much for us." he breathed.
"Just keep fighting Volstagg, if this were Asgard would you complain there were to many?" Thor questioned.
Volstagg frowned and the nodded as he continued.
Steven killed three more but watched in horror as the town kept bursting into flames. He spotted a two year old girl, crying and holding her doll to her chest. There was an older man behind her, but he was uncoiousness. He then saw, who he expected to be the mother, trying to get to the little girl. She was crying, and crawling. Her ankle was badly twisted. He ran over and carefully grabbed the little girl and helped the woman up.
"Is this your daughter?" he asked.
"Yes, my husband...is he?" She didn't finish as she stared at the man.
He glanced at the man, "I don't know. I'll check, but first I need to get you two to safety." he replied.
He jogged over to Clint and Natasha. "Take them to Shield."
The assassins nodded as they helped the two people. Steven ran back towards the man. When he checked for a pulse he sighed in relief. It was a little weak but it was definitely there. He check the man for injuries and only found a broken wrist, cracked head, and a broken cheek bone. He put the man on his shoulders as he ran back to the SUV. Clint and Natasha just finished getting the the daughter and mother in when he brought the father.
"He's alive, broken wrist, his head is cracked open, and a broken cheek bone. I'm not sure about internal bleeding though." he said.
"Alright, they'll check for that at Shield." Natasha replied, helping him lie the father carefully down.
After they were done, Steven ran back to the town. He spotted Thor on the way. "I'm going to search for survivors!" he shouted.
"Alright!" Thor replied as he hit another elf.
~Back at Shield~
Sif sighed as she stared at the wall. She lost track of time for how long she had been sitting there. Loki only moved a little and was curled up and sleeping on his side. She smiled at him. He looked adorable sleeping like that. She then heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." she mumbled.
Fury walked in and looked at Loki. "Did he wake up at all?" he asked.
"Nope, still sleeping." Sif sighed.
"Well, by the reports, his magic is half way back."
"Good."
Fury nodded before leaving. She groaned as she slumped in the chair. 'Maybe I should take a nap.' she thought.
She yawned as she closed her eyes. Sleep quickly taking over her.
~The war~
Steven found ten survivors, all mostly children who had lost one or both of their parents. He felt bad for them, knowing that they'll end up in foster care if they had no relatives outside of the town. He killed any elf who tried to get near to them. He watched as Banner came and smashed about twenty of them.
"This is going to be a long war." he thought aloud.
Malekith spotted Thor fighting and smiled. He transported himself in front of the thunderer. Thor glanced at him with hatred.
"Malekith." Thor growled.
"Hello Thor, where is your brother? Loki." he asked.
"He's safe."
"I see, well...Thanos and I...really need him. Besides he needs to pay for not catching Midgard for Thanos. Give him to me." he demanded.
"No, he's my brother. I will not give him up easily."
"Ah, but Thor..are you forgetting? Loki is a frost giant and a royal crone. He's more powerful than Odin himself. He's not your brother, not even one percent your brother."
"We played together, we grew up together, he's as much as my brother as a brother with blood. He may be adopted, but I will always think of him as my own brother."
Malekith frowned at this, he had remembered his brother. His brother was his full brother but he died at the age of ten. He was stabbed in the stomach with a sword, by non other than an Asgardian warrior.
"Very well, then I'll simply take him. You may have won this one battle Thor, but yet you still need to win the war." Malekith snarled.
In the blink of an eye, the elves were gone and the ship was taking off. "Does he always run?" Tony asked.
Thor nodded, "Most of the time. But he gathers up his magic between every escape. He'll be stronger the next battle. So will his elves. We should head back to Shield." Thor said.
"I agree, we have a few survivors that need some shelter." Steven said.
They all nodded as they glanced at Banner. He looked at them and shrugged. "I walk." he said.
"I think we're all walking." Steven replied.
Author's note: Sorry it's short I'll try to fit in a second chapter today! I'm brain dead at the moment. :\ Sorry for any mistakes! And yes, I gave Malekith his own brother that died when he was a child. I never read the comics so I put my own reason in why he hates the Asgardians. But hey, it's my story :) if you don't like it then don't read it.