an: sorry for the wait dear readers. I had a hard time writing this one, and the other excuse I wish to share is that.. I watched the season finale of Sherlock. I will not spoil anything, dont worry. Anyway, this chapter consists of spelling errors and I apologize.
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"Who's brilliant idea was this?!" Clint whined in whisper, crawling into the dark and restricted air vent.
"Loki noticed air vents in Nefaria's room! Let's use it to our advantage!" Natasha hissed, leading the line, right behind her was Daisha, followed by Loki and dead last was Agent Barton.
"Yeah, but it's cramped in here!" The archer retorted, struggling to keep up.
"That's why it's easier to be the bad guy, you just blow the wall into smithereens and walk in like nobody's business." Tony Stark said through their communicators.
"Why are you even here, Agent Barton?" Loki voiced out, concealing his nervous tone caused by the view in front of him.
"It's not my fault Thor couldn't fit in the fucking air way!" Clint barked.
"You're rather talkative for an assassin." Daisha remarked with a stern voice, causing the man far behind to cease his talking.
"Want me to get you an ice pack for that, buddy?" Tony squeezed in again. Everyone could hear Bruce and Steve snickering through their receivers.
"Shut up." The archer replied through gritted teeth.
"Here, it's here." Bruce said, looking at his computer screen.
The four stopped on their tracks, Natasha quickly grabbed her rope, just on her belt. It had a sharp blade on the other end, which she pierced through the ceiling of the vent; the redhead quietly lifted the air filter and moved it out of the way, revealing red and gold carpets and a gaudy black and gold office table.
"Continue, there are no security threats." Bruce added, their communicators were also a tracking device, courtesy of SHIELD.
Throwing down the rope, Natasha proceeded to lower herself, skillfully landing on the ground as Daisha followed. The goddess also had a smooth dismount, as well as Loki and Clint.
"Well, looks like his favorite hobby is hunting." The archer commented, looking at the wall filled with plaques of various animals.
"It reeks of tobacco as well." Daisha made a face, her nose scrunched up as she looked at Natasha, rolling the rope back to her belt.
"It's behind this wall.. The question... How do we-" Agent Romanoff was cut off when a low mechanical hinged sound protruded behind the big ornament filled wall, everyone but Loki turned to face the goddess who had her hand placed on a bent horn of one of the hunting plaques that hung on the vast wall.
Loki tweaked his head to the side to look at the smirking goddess, he reciprocated the motion, retracting his head back to where he once was looking at. The wall slowly slid to the side, beholding a well-lit stone staircase that leads down to their situation.
Clint and Natasha had curious stares, as they barely spent five minutes in the office room.
"Haven't you noticed? All the animals can be found in Italy, the brown bear, wolf, eagle hawk, hare and the rest..except for one." The brunette looked at each and every animal, Natasha and Clint were intrigued.
"This beauty right here.." Daisha stroked the curved horn, "Is the Balwen Welsh Mountain sheep.. As the name suggests, it comes from Wales. Isn't it quite odd that a farm animal is placed on a hunting wall?"
"We knew that." Tony said through the ear piece, as the four continued downstairs. The sliding wall closed again, Natasha looked warily at the sides. The grey stone staircase blend in with the heavy metal walls, leading them spiraling down beneath the office.
Cautiously landing on the final step, there in all its rarest glory, rows and columns of different artifacts from all around the nine realms.
The three had a silent agreement, splitting up to cover the large garage, but Loki paid no mind to it; as you would expect from him, he casually walked towards a random direction as the trio did the same with more caution in their step.
The deafening sound of silence shattered by the whispering click of their feet, the wide aisles and towering metal shelves that holds the merchandise reached to the ceiling.
"Everything seems legit on my side. What about yours, Clint?" Natasha said through a faint breath, observing everything as she passed by countless of extraordinary items.
"Same. Daisha?" The archer asked the goddess. He was about to ask the quiet brunette when he came across a beautiful sleeping mermaid, incased in a clear cylindrical pod filled with murky grey water.
The mermaid in slumber had long, thick black wavy hair, long eyelashes and lips as pink as the goddess'. Her scales glimmered under the shadowy light, from bright magenta to dark blue, her fins are silver and long. Clint never saw an actual mermaid, despite the fact that he works for an organization where you can see creatures and people who are believed to be myths. He was amazed and curious at the same time, he was far from entranced, but enough to get his attention. Agent Barton slowly lifted his right hand, slowly tapping on the glass, when suddenly; the once calm looking mermaid, violently opened her fish like eyes. Her bare greenish arms protruded thick spikes that looks like an exoskeleton. The enraged mermaid's mouth opened widely to show an opening filled with vicious pointy teeth all around it. Her face turned into a frightening facade where only the brave can handle, fortunately for Clint, having to deal with death countless of times, a simple grotesque looking mer-woman didn't faze him.
"Not a morning person, I presume." Agent Barton said in a carefree manner, shrugging as he continued to wander another aisle. It was one in the morning, a time where people are either busy or simply enjoying a good nights sleep.
Daisha chose to ignore Clint, continuing to make reports to Natasha as she kept herself from entertaining her pure enjoyment for other weapons that were stacked on the wide row she was walking in.
"I can hear your quivering breath of excitement, do contain yourself." Loki commented, a slight tug on the other half of his mouth shown, skillfully spinning his dagger to keep one of his hands company.
"M-My apologies.." Daisha stuttered for a moment, clearing her throat proceeding to compose herself.
The god of mischief paused for a brief minute, taken aback by the sudden response Daisha gave. The goddess of weaponry continued to look around, she was about to turn the corner when Clint awkwardly stopped in front of her; the two startled, but the goddess pivoted to the other direction, biding on her task.
Agent Barton was left with his mouth agape, closing his mouth timely; continuing on with further searches. Deciding that fixing his personal problems later on was the best option.
Besides from the obvious silence they were getting in, an unsettling vibe crept up to Agent Romanoff's skin whilst continuing the mission. They were to scan the area, plant bombs before SHIELD arrives and confiscate all the merchandise after taking down Luchino Nefaria, but something tells her it'll be a long journey.
Natasha felt a dangerous presence lurking through the various shelves she was walking by, she discontinued her steps; her eyes carefully wandered to her right. The Russian spy quickly revolved, facing a 6 foot tall muscular man. His face covered with a black ski mask under a gas mask and just behind him are odd yellow glowing packets, connected to his mask. Clad in black army attire, the offender caught Natasha's leg with precision, the redhead skillfully fought back; placing her leg on to his shoulders and cracking the owner's neck with speed.
The bulky man's grip loosened, falling on to his knees as Agent Romanoff brushed her palms with each other.
"You gu-" Natasha was about to chart her encounter, when the Daisha and Clint produced groaning noises at their end, while Loki stayed quiet.
"A little late on the news there, Nat!" Hawkeye said through forced breaths, locking his attacker between his legs and quickly pulling out an arrow to stab him.
Daisha on the other hand, jolted her elbows, sending the strong offender a few steps back. The goddess quickly got her blade from her pocket, piercing through the masked muscular man's gut, twisting it before pulling it out. It had the same outcome as the others. The brunette panted, looking at the fallen figure.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Loki's voice resonated through her ear. She chuckled in response, nodding and said, "Quite."
The god of mischief managed to converse with Daisha, swiftly waving one of his daggers in a fluid motion. The perpetrator fought back with the same pace, dodging every lash of Loki's blade mere inches away from its person.
Loki's small sighs and grunts can be heard from their communicators, "Getting a little rusty, are we?" Daisha commented, sitting on the cold concrete floor a few feet away from the out cold figure.
"A warm up, you arrogant woman." The raven haired god smirked, thrusting his sharp dagger directly on the enemy's chest.
The four gave a sigh, turning their back on their unconscious attackers; When suddenly, their once beaten bodies, revived, standing firmly on the ground. Having to fight numerous wars and battles, the four agents developed a strong sense of presence from their enemies.
"Something tells me this isn't over, is it?" Daisha remarked monotonously, rolling her eyes as she fiercely looked over her shoulder; a strong jab made its way just millimeters away from her face. The goddess grabbed the masked man's forearm into a firm grip, putting her weight forward; causing the enemy to collide on to the cold floor.
"I don't think... So!" Natasha grunted through her teeth as her attacker bound her with its own beefy arms, the redhead wriggled and pushed back, but it didn't budge.
"Are you kidding me?! I'm not even part of this field operation. Well, not until later!" Clint exclaimed on his end, shooting a couple of arrows on to the masked enemy.
"What's wrong, Agent Barton? Are your rickety old joints giving out?" Loki said in a hefty chuckle, fighting the revived muscle man with both of his daggers in lightning speed.
"Aren't you one to speak?" The archer slyly remarked, dodging the blade that was thrown in his direction as the attacker continued to pull out from his pockets.
Everyone except Loki managed to snicker, despite the tight situation they were in. The adrenaline pumping in Daisha's veins made her lose her patience, "I've had ENOUGH of this!" She exclaimed through pants, she was on the end of the hall while the enemy on the other. The goddess of weaponry tightened her hold on her curved shiny blade, strands of sweat soaked hair lightly touched her flushed cheeks; she took a deep breath, charging fiercely on to the masked attacker. She didn't stop running, before they could collide she slid herself between the offender's legs. Daisha stood up, her face was calm yet stern as she sliced the perpetrator's back; she cringed at the sight of yellow liquid, oozing out of the body. The brunette puffed a lock of her hair away from her face, crouching down to see her work.
Daisha was baffled at the sight of the supposedly dead body as the once bulky figure deflated into nothingness.
"SHIT! THIS GUY WON'T BUDGE!" Clint cursed through the ear piece, attacking his enemy with a knife.
The goddess touched the bright liquid, before shooting herself up and running towards her nearest ally.
"CUT THEIR BACKS! THE PACKETS ARE THEIR LIFE FORCE!" Daisha exclaimed, her feet drifting on the ground as she made a quick turn on her left, she huffed, running past endless metal shelves; stopping on her right to find Loki giving the finishing blow, slashing an X on his enemy's back.
The god of mischief heaved a heavy breath, threading his long pale fingers through his onyx colored locks before approaching Daisha. "What happened to you?" Loki eyed the goddess from top to bottom with a judging look.
"You're welcome." Daisha replied with a dry ring to her voice, smearing the remaining yellow residue on to Loki's chest before proceeding to help the others. "I'll look for Agent Romanoff."
"Great." The god of mischief said in a sarcastic manner, rolling his eyes before commencing with his task.
Meanwhile, Thor and Captain America had their plates full as well. The two blonds seized the drones found in the club, the once crowd filled room was now turned into the duo's playground. One by one, as the two were surrounded by a swarm of non existent concrete droids reaping each packet from their enemies' backs.
"Should we help?.." Bruce asked, casually drinking coffee in the comfort of an air conditioned room with Tony.
"I think they can handle this one." Iron man took a sip from his straw, nonchalantly swaying the computer chair from left to right.
"This little-" Natasha gritted her teeth, kicking the muscular drone on its torso, sending it across the wide hall as its body crashed on to the metal frame.
"I guess you don't need my help." Daisha came, nearing the redhead who was getting her weapon.
"Save that for later." Agent Romanoff said, smiling at the goddess as she effortlessly dragged the weakened drone on to the floor facedown and without wasting any second, Natasha pulled the trigger.
Footsteps echoed in the spacious area, the sound of pitter-patter of feet neared their direction. Daisha wielded her curved blade and Natasha quickly lifted her gun to the direction of the emitted sound.
"You were in the wa-" Clint was retorting to Loki's snide comment, when he was caught off guard by the weapons facing him.
"Oh." Daisha said, as the two females yielded their arms,
"Things can be worse." Clint shrugged, stretching his arms.
Then, low rumbling sounds rustled from all directions. The four scanned their surroundings, facing each other's backs as the noise got louder by the minute. Everyone readied themselves to what's to come, only to find the scene anti-climactic as it fell silent between them.
"Ah Bella!" A familiar husky voice echoed. "So nice of you to bring your friends!"
Daisha scowled as Nefaria's voice subsided, at least, that's what they thought. His muscular figure emerged from the shadows of the metal shelves, like a flash of lightning, he was already behind the lot; Natasha spared no time, attempting to attack, when Nefaria caught her punch. Clint stroke a close ranged bow, while Daisha swung her blade; Loki remained still, facing the man who wore a red suit.
"Such rowdy guests." Luchino chuckled, gripping the three's forms of attack.
"But why aren't you joining in the fun, Mr. Montgomery?" He sided.
"I don't feel obligated to do something so useless in my account." Loki gave a menacing look, "Do you have it?"
Luchino Nefaria fell into hysterics, laughing whole heartedly as he violently let go of his hold and snapping his fingers. "Of course."
A drone like the others they've fought appeared out of nowhere, bringing a familiar staff near the Italian antagonist. Three more sprinted out, holding Daisha, Clint and Natasha tightly; binding them with their strength.
Daisha struggled the most, jumping and nudging her way out of the grip. Natasha and Clint remained calm, analyzing the situation before them.
Loki looked at his captured teammates with a smile only the hounds of Hel could approve of, walking pass them as he triumphantly stood in front of Luchino, waiting to be handed the Chitauri Scepter. The golden bladed staff glowed in its blue hue, reflecting its rays to Loki's bloodlust eyes.
"Tut, tut." Nefaria waved his index finger to Loki who was about to get the weapon. "KILL them first."
The god of mischief glanced at his side, a glint of slyness shined in his eyes. Nearing Clint with a psychotic giggle, twirling the dagger that Daisha gave him. Not a hint of guilt was found in his facade, victorious once again as he'll regain his power.
"You know, I never liked you." The raven haired god charted, "That's no secret."
"Fuck yo-" Clint spewed, stopping mid-sentence as a sharp pain electrified his body. Loki's blade cut deep across his torso, the archer's eyes stayed wide open till he had no strength to spit curses anymore.
Natasha stayed quiet, she was unfazed and kept her glare locked onto the murderer, eyeing him as he neared the Russian spy.
"Ah, Agent Romanoff. Putting a strong front? Come on! We all know you're quivering in rage." Loki scoffed, sparing no time for her to respond as he crisply pierced the red head's chest, all the way through the back; making her cough out blood.
"Let her suffer." Loki said in a cruel tone, making his last stop to Daisha.
"Dear, Daisha." The god of mischief said, the goddess looked at Loki with eyes full of hate before turning her head to the side, not to look at him.
"The silent treatment?" Loki mocked, heaving a good chuckle before continuing, "My, my, that's not a good way to end things."
"You disgust me." Her stern voice almost cracked.
The god scoffed, forcefully cupping her chin to make her face him, "I DISGUST YOU?! WHO WAS THE ONE WHO KEPT ON FEEDING ME THIS PETTY WORDS, SAYING THAT YOU BELIEVED IN ME?!" He snapped. "In the end.. You're just like that stupid old man."
"DON'T TALK ABOUT UNCLE THAT WAY!" Enraged and hurt, Daisha barked through gritted teeth.
"ENOUGH." Loki ruled over her voice, he composed himself as he took deep breaths, pacing himself back and forth before completely facing the captured goddess.
"One.. Last.." He whispered through her ears, wrapping an arm around her. The god slowly raised his occupied hand, "Farewell." He chuckled before completely stabbing Daisha in the back, piercing her lungs as he satisfyingly took his blade out.
"MAGNIFICO!" The mustached man applauded, getting the golden staff and handing it to Loki with an ecstatic expression on his face.
"Now, where's this SHIELD, I might ask?" Luchino added, a smirk crept on his face.
"Tut, tut." Loki mockingly replied, "Tell me what's your objective first.."
"And why should I tell you that?" The Italian man raised his thick brows, skeptically looking at Loki.
"As your business partner, I should know these things." The god of mischief chuckled, leaning on his scepter.
"Hmm.. I suppose. You already know how I travel, yes?"
"You 'boost' yourself with your ionic energy, transporting and cloaking you to different realms." Loki replied dryly at the man who began circling him.
"Correct. The objects that I 'collect' are mixed with authentic items and some are forged." Nefaria laughed, "I transmit my energy to these artifacts; Every time a bidder wins an object, my special aura sucks their life force away, making me live forever. Of course, the plan was making you rule over these earthlings and soon, when I can collect as much human energy as I can handle, I can seize each one of the nine realms! Making me live eternity!" Luchino chuckled evilly, "I knew and bella were not from around here, I barely felt any human chii around you."
"Great, great, but I'm afraid your plan and yourself will cease to exist." Loki commented, his grin grew wide. Nefaria's laugh dissolved, his once gleeful facade washed off with a dangerous one.
"What are you saying?! How dare you!" The Italian spat in rage.
"What I'm saying is that you're completely delusional. Your pathetic plot is nothing but a stepping stone of mine." The god of mischief giggled. His eyes darted towards Luchino with a smile plastered on his face, nearing the tall muscular man as Nefaria took a few steps back as a response.
"I AM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" Nefaria exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him to shoo the nearing god away. He frantically looked at the four drones in the room, not a single one made a move to help him.
Loki enjoyed to see the man cower in fear before him, "Oh, but I am not the one you're supposed to be scared of."
"W-.." Luchino mumbled.
The god of mischief placed his hand beside his head, gesturing the lack of volume in his voice.
"W-who?" The mustached man asked in anxiousness, bullets of sweat dripping down his face as he tried to remain calm.
"Me." Daisha sprung behind him, wrapping her left arm over his shoulder and her right to slit his throat, unfortunately Nefaria flicked her off before she could do real damage to him.
The place streaked as the once dead bodies of the three were revealed to be the drones he made, Natasha and Clint positioned themselves to take them down, "No matter!" Luchino shouted, putting a hand in front of him and the other to compress the gash on his neck, concentrating as hard as he can, "Wha-why?" His trembling hand slowly wrinkled.
"You can't affect us with that shit." Clint scoffed. The experimental candies that Tony and Bruce made work, completely reversing the collected energy to make it into a force field.
"ATTACK!" Luchino Nefaria summoned a thousand more troops, quickly assembling as he disappeared in their sight.
"SHIT! CLINT!" Natasha shouted, looking at the archer as the mindless masked drones started their assault.
"On it!" Agent Barton quickly jumped on to the enemies' heads, aiming an arrow at Nefaria who was running towards a two chambered door. Clint skillfully let go as the arrow soared through Luchino when suddenly, the Italian man sped up, entering the door and locking it with his power.
"Damn it!" Clinton cursed, joining the others as they fought numerous droids at once.
Loki and Daisha fought side to side, just like the days back in Asgard. Every swing of Loki's staff and Daisha's blades were in sync with each other. "This is quite nostalgic!" Daisha said with a smile, slicing off another packet as she kicked the one on her side, suppressing its attempts to attack.
"Always the pair, never the enemy." Loki smirked, pointing out their past, where they were always partners in everything; back when they were studying.
Deciding her blades were mildly of any help, she swiftly threw the pair on to a couple of the enemies as she quickly got her pistols from her holsters; continuously aiming at every back side without any hiccups. A couple of minutes passed, continuing their battle. The once one dimensional drones were now resistible, faster and stronger. Their covered figures bulked even more, as their numbers doubled.
"They're getting stronger by the minute!" Clint panted, "Daisha! Where's the weapons aisle?!"
"At the very end! To your right!" Daisha rolled her back on to Natasha's, as the two continued to fire their pistols, switching magazines from time to time, while Loki continued to make illusions of himself, distracting some of the masked attackers.
"Cover for me!" Clinton stated, jumping on to one of the shelves when a couple of beefy droids caught up to him. The archer looked over his shoulder to find the two goons evaporated into dusts, he glanced at the ground to see Loki, continuing his battle.
The mess in the auction room continued, Steve and Thor had to amp up their game, noticing the sudden change in their opponents as well.
"Stark! Banner! Where are you?!" Cap exclaimed, continuing to punch each one and reaping each packet apart.
"Uhh.. Room service delivered TWO gigantic weirdos in our room." Tony replied in his Iron Man suit, blasting the masked drone's life packet, but it kept on rampaging towards him.
Hulk grabbed the enemy on its shoulder, crushing its form as it weakened; his large knee met his attacker's torso, sending him flying a few rooms away.
A German family peaked through the hole, looking at the odd pair on the end.
"Shi-" Steve Rogers found himself falling from the auctioning club to the very place the four were fighting in.
"Ah the patriotic buffoon, so nice of you to join us." Loki managed to say, completely killing off a couple of ooze powered drones into nothing.
"Hey!" Tony exclaimed through the earpiece, "I found an unsettling amount of energy just north of that roo-" The billionaire was cut off by a strong jab on his back, causing him to bounce a fee feet away from the perpetrator.
"Missed me?" Clint barged in to the fight, in a futuristic 10 feet tall armor that covers only the legs with built in weapons, the archer sat on a chair that covered the back.
"About time!" Natasha smirked, firing the last of her bullets; catching a foreign gun which Agent Barton tossed in her direction.
"I was looking for guns when I found this bad boy!" Clinton had a smug smile, taking on fifteen at a time, blasting one of its lasers.
Daisha took a blow on her cheek, watching everyone fighting with all the ounce of energy left in their bodies as she faced her side. "Shit." She cursed in her thoughts, getting hit after hit as she paid no mind to the pain she was feeling. Daisha quickly recomposed herself as she snapped out of her trance, finding the answer to her uneasiness. The goddess gave a powerful punch to a droid, dashing through the sea of mindless drones, avoiding every obstacle.
"Daisha?! Where are you going?!" Natasha exclaimed whilst blasting off one of the droids that attempted to hit her.
"To end this once and for all!" She shouted back, reaching the door and quickly smashing the knob with her fist; recalling the information Tony said.
Loki caught a glimpse of the brunette entering the room with haste, he quickly followed the goddess, not minding that leaving the rest would weaken their side.
Thor jumped into the hole where Steve fell not too long ago, electrocuting each drone that followed him, the outcome was most effective. Filling in for Loki's absence.
"Ah! Reminiscent of New York, Isn't it?" Thor laughed, bashing on every offender that approaches him.
"I remember the pain." Steve replied, throwing the masked droid feet away, nutting a couple of them. "Stark! Banner! Get over here!"
"BUSY!" Hulk's burly voice replied, crashing his head on to the masked henchman.
"Just do whatever you can to get here! It'll be a lot easier if we're assembled!" Captain America ordered, throwing his shield to numerous perpetrators.
"What are you doing?!" Loki exclaimed, striding along side Daisha. The room they entered was far from different compared to the riot outside. It was all painted in a dull factory grey, it was quiet enough, but the noises that remained outside would slip every now and then. It was as big as the previous garage, odd metal pods were placed in rows, with tubes protruding on top.
"We need to defeat that Nefarbastard." Daisha said through gritted teeth, her eyes followed where the tubes lead. Continuing to walk with caution, as Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.
It wasn't too long as they found a huge enclosed pod, the tubes connected to it. The two couldn't make out the person from their distance, Daisha and Loki neared the suspicious figure to find Luchino Nefaria. His muscles grew, his person looked stronger than before.
"W-what.." Daisha's voice cracked, taking a step back. Suddenly, the cylindrical container slowly opened; releasing oxygen as it continued. Loki took the initiative to grab the goddess by the waist and keeping her mouth shut with his other hand, dragging her to the back of the machine to hide.
Nefaria abruptly opened his eyes with a grin that compares to the god of mischief, taking a step forward, stretching his arms and back.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THANK YOU LOYAL GUESTS! FOR KEEPING ME YOUNG, STRONG AND POWERFUL." He gallantly laughed, looking at the smaller pods that holds his customers.
"Watching the world age and suffer, I can finally take back everything that they stole from me.. My family.." Luchino's voice lowered in anger, talking to dead air as he made a fist with his hand. The Italian felt an odd presence lingering in the room, looking over his shoulder as he silently formed a whip through his ionic energy; abruptly snapping it on to the ground. The floor had a deep crack as a result, he smirked for a moment as he continued to walk.
"Must be my imagination." He chuckled diabolically.
A sharp wisp of air was coming at the villain's way, he barely flinch nor look behind him as he caught the sickle between his fingers. Turning around to have a fist cutting his knee, he looked down at the owner of the abnormally strong punch, it was no other than Daisha. She had a piercing glare as Nefaria smiled psychotically, grabbing her arm with a firm grip, Luchino threw her away like a rag doll.
Loki felt a strong gurgling rage, swimming in his gut. The god of mischief growled as he wielded the Chitauri scepter and continuously attacking Luchino with a strong beam. Of course, its powered by the cube, one fatal hit after hit, Nefaria had to dodge a few. Loki continued his aggressive assault, Luchino started fighting back. His quick speed and strength avalanched streaks of jabs, uppercuts and more to Loki's body. The god of mischief was caught off guard at the fast change the Italian antagonist.
"Surprised?" Nefaria snickered, "I was at my limit a while back. Shame, I've shown you such a weak side of me... But now, you'll experience my REAL power." His voice rose, kicking Loki on his shins which made the god fall on to the ground.
"Real power...feels like barely a tickle." Daisha had an arrogant smirk, though her stature was seemingly broken; stumbling a bit as she pulled herself up, regaining her composure. The goddess bolted in his direction, continuing with alternating jabs and uppercuts as Luchino arrogantly fought with only his left arm.
"I can take the both of you!" Said the man with the bulging biceps, easily dodging a kick from the brunette.
Loki didn't waste time to lag, he kept his pace swift and his attacks clean, mixing magic with hand to hand combat; joining Nefaria, making the villain fight in the middle.
Luchino had to deal with the two, scoffing at their useless action to defeat him. Daisha and Loki fought with symmetry and coordination, matching and complimenting each other's movements that even Luchino Nefaria would stumble from time to time, which the bulky Italian hated himself for.
"Urgh!" The antagonist struggled to keep up with their pace, "What's the matter? Finding us hard to handle?" Daisha smirked.
"Ahahahahahahahaha!" The hearty laugh sent shivers down her spine, Loki was undoubtedly annoyed by Nefaria's constant bursts of giggles making him attack more than he 's supposed to do. Luchino's orbs turned red, his movements shifted to a more advanced and terrifying speed, making the ones on his side startled as he kept an aggressive pace. Of course, the bulked up man in the middle was affected by some of their attacks. Cuts and bruises everywhere, he felt every painful blow, but he healed fast, each slit closed and each clogged vein flowed like normal.
Meanwhile, the outrageous commotion outside seems to be in their favor. Hulk and Iron Man joined them not too long ago, dragging, or should I say, chase them by their adversaries down to the wrecked garage. The people they passed by were far from calm as they saw the famous green smasher and the billionaire superhero, on their tails were burly odd creatures.
"New pet?" Clint had a casual tone to his voice, releasing three of his arrows.
"Found the poor thing in a cage, might as well make use of it." The only female in the room smirked, sitting on the huge frost hound, the frost hound that was presented not too long ago.
"J.A.R.V.I.S, calculate how much of these bad boys can the boosters handle, exclude the maximum power." Tony Stark commanded, flying up above the black clad drones, aiming sharply at their heads.
"Certainly, Sir. And I don't suppose you're experimenting to exceed the limit of your blasters?" J.A.R.V.I.S replied, scanning each and every one of the goonies.
"No! Not at all!" Stark replied with sarcasm, rolling his eyes as he attacked a pair.
The ground was well managed by Thor and Steve on their end. Looking up every now and then for the possibility of being attacked by the others left in the auctioning room, but it looks like every droid in the said area were now present in the same garage as the others.
Hulk kept on smashing each and every henchman his fist can take, enjoying a good bashing.
It was a tight situation in the other room, Loki and Daisha's strength were falling behind. Exhausted and in pain more than before, but still the two kept on fighting; they were not just gods, they're warriors with pride and skill. Even Loki felt such enemy should be put down, a trait where he was raised upon.
The goddess had to use her intellect whilst fighting, searching for the right moment to pull the trigger to cease it all as she fought with fading finesse.
Luchino Nefaria was never a patient man, he wanted to get things done as soon as possible, and this little play time was eating up his minutes. A man as powerful can only do so much in a day, and this day, he's planning to continue on his twisted dream. The Italian quickly gashed Loki across his torso using his whip, it was a terrible sight to see. Blood spattered messily, which Daisha felt enraged about.
Suddenly everything fell into place for her. Inching her way to the side, violently continuing her assault as she faced Luchino. Her body disappeared from his sight, as Loki stayed put on the ground, forcing himself to stand up, but failed to do so. Daisha wriggled her way between Nefaria's legs and under his arms as she cut every joint in his limbs as possible. Luchino caught the goddess' arm before she could produce any more damage to his body, moving his hand from her arm to her neck, gripping it tightly as she struggled to get out of his hold.
Loki shot his head up, his adrenaline managed to hold him up. Trying the best he can to properly wield his staff, but Nefaria whipped him again. This time on his back, leaving a nasty cut. "L-!" Daisha failed to voice out, dangling a couple of feet from the ground. It was impossible for the god of mischief to stand up, he gritted his teeth in an insane amount of pressure, shifting to his lip as it bruised and bled out. He was helpless and he didn't have anything up in his sleeve anymore, he used all of his strength earlier.
"Now, let's see here... Long pretty legs.." Luchino Nefaria had a grim expression on, tracing his other hand on to Daisha's wriggling legs and snapping one of her knee joints apart.
"AUGH!" Daisha could only blurt out, staying firm and not giving out the finality of her real pain. She glanced down to find a dislocated knee. Nefaria traced his index finger upwards, slowing down on her rib cage. "You annoying bitch." He growled, getting back at her as he broke a couple of her ribs through his strength.
Her nearly shut eyes noticed the dangling necklace around her neck, the excruciating pain didn't stop her trembling hands to reach for the accessory and yank it away.
The Avengers were also weakening, going at it far more than enough of their capabilities could handle.
Without a second to waste, Daisha stabbed Nefaria with the necklace just on his neck, dropping the goddess roughly on to the cold floor as he grabbed the accessory and looked at it. Blood stained pointed leaves were visible around the rose, he snarled and threw it away. "You'll have to pay for that." He said in a severed tone, kicking Daisha repeatedly until he was satisfied with the seemingly limp goddess. Loki saw the terrifying sight, forcing himself to crawl towards her; but Luchino wouldn't allow him, whipping the god once more.
"You've caused me great time.." The Italian antagonist said, pacing himself back and forth, not minding the couple of bodies on the floor. Daisha supported her weak body with her trembling arm, holding a single barrel gun behind her back. It was filled with the special bullet Tony & Bruce constructed. The billionaire had his share as well.
Glaring at the twisted Nefaria, the man with the mustache snapped a look at the goddess. Grabbing her by the throat once again, this time doing for the fun of it. "I am not afraid to get my hands stained, I will take great pleasure, finishing you two."
"LET GO OF HER! I SWEAR, I WILL TEAR YOU APART!" Loki exclaimed in anger, struggling to breathe.
"Silly you." Nefaria glanced at Loki, "Near her and I promise you, she'll be dead in my hands." The god of mischief growled at his declaration.
"You.. K-know..." Daisha weakly voiced out, "Y-you... will... sink.. along w-with that...big head of yours..."
"Oh really?" Luchino cocked an eyebrow.
"Really.." Daisha smiled through her bloodied facade, lifting her arm to his forehead. Daisha pulled the trigger, the amo went straight to his noggin. It was not a shot to kill him, but a device to temporarily cease him. Her bullet was not enough to end his life, although, she would've preferred to take the missile infused one. Luchino's grip loosened, falling on to his back loudly as Daisha collapsed on the floor.
Loki pulled every fiber of his body, crawling to her side as he placed his weak hand on hers. The two blacked out, their blood spilt everywhere.
Suddenly on the other side, the once strong and hard to handle drones turned to nothing, each falling apart as the atmosphere of the battle thawed out to be a relievable one. Everyone stared at each other, sparing no time as they ran towards the door. As the team entered they saw three unconscious bodies. Thor, Clint and Natasha quickly jumped on to the scene, the spy checked both Daisha and Loki's pulses. "Loki lost a lot of blood, but he'll be okay. Daisha.. Her heartbeat is slowing down, she needs to get treatment as soon as possible." The red head worriedly said.
Meanwhile, Steve, Tony and Bruce made sure Nefaria stayed the way he was, down on the floor.
"I guess we don't need that missile anymore." Steve commented, his face was covered with bruises, hair ruffled and a cut on his lip made speaking hard for him.
Hulk gave a disapproving huff, shaking his head as he gave an impulsive smash on to the out cold muscular body below him.
"He's right, this guy is dangerous. We should keep a close watch on this one." Tony nodded, agreeing.
"Did you plant the bombs?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, while we were f-" A loud explosion interrupted Clint, followed by the whirling sound of helicopters nearing the area. Natasha signaled Thor to stay put with the severely injured couple as she stood up and quickly exited the area.
"Well, this is creepy." Tony remarked, looking around the room. The human filled pods was disturbing for the billionaire.
Columns of troops marched in, dividing as they entered. One for the unreleased pods, one for Nefaria and the other for the blood drenched couple.
Nefaria's body was bound in a metal case, he regained consciousness and started laughing as the Avengers shot a glare. "Poor soul."