Author's note: Hey here's the next chapter. I don't own anything related to Marvel.
The Avengers pt5:
"Wow that looked painful." Darcy says looking over to Natasha and Bruce.
Natasha shrugs and Bruce shrinks in his seat not wanting to talk about that.
Plumes of smoke wafted outside the craft as large pieces of debris fell from where the Helicarrier's hull had been damaged, the haze spreading from the hole they had been blasted from inside as well. Steve and Tony stared at each other in shock from where they lay on the floor, the Captain on his stomach and the billionaire on his side, before they scrambled to their feet, Steve ordering, "Put on the suit," to an answering 'Yeah'. The soldier reached for Tony's arm as they stood but stumbled, before steadying himself and grasping the other about the waist as Tony fell, disoriented, into the door frame, helping him from the room.
The agents on the bridge hastily analyzing the damage, switching seats with others to scrutinize their monitors in the accumulation of data. 'All agents to stations,' echoed over the P.A. system as the other agents armed themselves from the rows of automatic firearms in the armory, unarmed others dashing through the halls to aid in manual reparations to the aircraft.
Fury gathered himself and shook his head at the resultant ringing in his ears from the explosion, barking, "Hill!" with a hand pressed to his earpiece.
"External detonation," she answered promptly. Amidst the disarray of the bridge she glanced over the footage of the blast on one screen and the schematics of the Helicarrier's structure on another, announcing, "Number three engine down!" as a female agent confirmed, "We've been hit."
"Can we get it running?" Hill interrogated as another agent reported, 'We've got a fire on engine three.' "Talk to me," she commanded as she strode through the space, circling to one of the male agents who was analyzing the workings of the engine.
"Turbine looks mostly intact, but it's impossible to get out there to make repairs while we're in the air," he concluded, gesturing to the evidence on the monitor.
"We lose one more engine we won't be," she stated. "Somebody's got to get outside and patch that engine," she reiterated to the Director.
"Stark, you copy that?" he relayed.
"I'm on it," Tony responded.
"Coulson, initiate defensive lockdown in the detention section, then get to the armory," Fury ordered, said agent exiting the bridge. "Romanoff?"
Natasha grit her teeth, lying on her front on the glass covered ground and propping herself up to crane her neck to look over her shoulder, one leg revealed to be pinned underneath a wide pipe that had crashed down with the explosion. She glanced over at Bruce, whose form was free of debris, and gasping, "We're okay." Bruce panted and huffed, clenching his fists as he shook his head, and she repeated uncertainly, "We're okay, right?"
Bruce shrunk even lower in his seat feeling ashamed.
The jet had landed on the external tarmac, Clint leading his team over the surface and to a raised grate. He indicated one to break through the barrier while the others surrounded them and guarded their backs with guns readied. The grating was kicked into the unoccupied area below with a spray of dust, one agent jumping down while the others rappelled to the floor, Clint arriving last.
"Keep that engine down," he commanded to a 'Yes, sir,' as the agents followed the point of his left hand, his right pulling his bow from where it was slung across his torso as he directed to another couple, "Detention, wait for cameras to go dark." 'Got it,' they replied as he turned and marched to another exit, ordering, "Stay close," to the three agents remaining.
'Let's go, Level 4,' agent rallied as Steve and Tony ran through the halls. "Engine three – I'll meet you there," Tony stated with a point, Steve nodding as Tony walked into a wide hanger while pulling his phone opened at the far end, his Iron Man suit standing assembled and HUD lighting the eyes as it powered up with another touch to his cell.
"Doctor?" Natasha called as he lay breathing heavily and groaning in exertion at keeping the Hulk within him. "Bruce," she tried again as she attempted to jerk her leg free from its entrapment. "You got to fight it – this is just what Loki wants." He heaved on his hands and knees, trembling as she panted, "We're going to be okay. Listen to me-" A couple of men ran into the area, one asking, 'Are you hurt?' She waved them furiously from their approach and they stopped to grab each other and force themselves from the space. "We're going to be okay, alright."
He bowed his head to the ground as he growled and panted, and she ponded a fist on the metal flooring as she vowed, "I swear, on my life, I will get you out of this. You will walk away and never, ever-"
"Your life?!" he shouted hoarsely, turning to face her to display his now bright irises and mottled green skin. He groaned as he threw his head back and arched his spine, teeth grit and fingers clenched as his bones grew and his muscle mass pulsed over his body, shirt beginning to rip over his chest and arms. She gasped as she worked to free herself, the partially transformed Bruce landing on his hands and knees again to scuttle backwards and fall off the platform, landing on the floor below and roaring his body strengthened.
Everyone stared at the screen intensely waiting to see what will happen next as Bruce shrinks lower in his seat, not wanting to see the Hulk hurt Natasha.
He thrashed and writhed before glancing back at her with an apologetic gaze, Natasha gaping as sweat dampened her face as his transformation continued, muscles growing as he shifted and purple shirt finally torn to pieces and falling from him as the Hulk reared back on his knees to release a bellow. He stumbled to his feet and threw an arm into a standing metal container, denting the material as he howled.
Natasha managed to release her leg in her desperation, climbing to her feet and gaping at the back of the colossal creature that turned to face her, emitting a resounding growl.
"That's a little creepy." Darcy says.
She gasped and spun to run, the Hulk leaping after her fleeing form. She hurriedly scaled the stair before halting with the knowledge that he was too close and jumping to grab a hold of the railing that bordered the level above as he tore the stairway from its braces and threw it behind him. She flipped through the rails and gazed down at him for a second as he glowered at her, Natasha then flipping to the adjacent grating and landing with a grunt on one knee.
He roared and reached up to pull the grate beneath out from under as she stretched to grasp one of the pipes secured to the ceiling above, swinging from the loose one to another section of support. She leapt to a slightly lower level before bracing her arms on the rails of the stairs to swing over the steps and descend a level further. She fell forward and landed on her hands as well as her feet, scrambling away from the Hulk hollering behind her.
In his cell, Loki lifted his eyes from the floor at the sound, grinning widely.
Loki ignored the many glares from the people around him, that they sent because of the grin he did in the film.
"Bring the carrier about to a 1-8-0, heading south!" Fury yelled as he dashed into the bridge. "Take us to the water!"
"We're flying blind," an agent responded. "Navigation's recalibrating after the engine failure."
"Is the sun coming up?" the Director questioned incredulously.
He averted his gaze in confusion before answering, "Yes, sir."
"Then put it on the left," he ordered in exasperation. "Get us over water." The agent hurriedly moved to obey. "One more turbine goes down and we drop."
A few people were either laughing or smirking at the agent from the screen.
Steve ran through the clouded halls, coming to a door that barred his path. Agents were yelling on the other side, and he worked open the heavy door to one's 'Thanks'. The man moved back to help another, the two maneuvering a third agent from the area who had been injured in the explosion. "Stark!" Steve shouted into the open air as he held onto the metal ladder beside him, the damaged engine adjacent to the ruin he was standing in the midst of. "Stark, I'm here!"
"Good," Tony replied as he soared into the space. "Let's see what we've got." He slowed his thrusters and hover closer to the turbine, HUD providing holograms detailing the engine's workings inside his helmet as he muttered in scheduling, "I've got to get the super-conducting cooling system back online before I can access the routers and work on dislodging the debris." A large piece of the hull of the craft was depicted in red in his images, wedged between the engine's turbine and preventing any movement.
He flew closer and pushed at a piece of the cooling system, shifting it back into position before instructing, "I need you to get to that engine control panel and tell me which relays are in overload position." Steve nodded as Tony drifted further away to step back before leaping forward with a grunt to grab a hold of an outlying piece of secured metal and swinging up to another level on the opposite side of obstructing sheet metal out of the way before flying into the engine itself.
Steve exhaled as he landed and faced the small door on his left, opening it and drawing out the long control panel that slid from the deep space. An intricate array of orange and red wiring and bright yellow depictions of voltage pathways were arranged around white monitoring dials and gold action switches. He stared open-mouthed as his eyes roved over the expanse of technology and Tony asked, "What's it look like in there?"
Steve shook his head and allowed a self-depreciating smile as he answered with a helpless gesture, "It seems to run on some form of electricity."
"Well, you're not wrong," he commented.
Tony sighs, complaining "Why did I get stuck with the guy that wasn't around for the invention of the cellphone."
This comment causes Pepper to giggle and for Steve to flush a little red.
Natasha crouched in the dark of the piping and machinery, casting her eyes around her as she crept forward. A sheen of sweat shone on the skin of her face as she paused, body twitching as she heard the sound of a series of metal impacts not caused by her. She worked to quiet her breathing as she looked behind herself, mapping a pathway she could utilize to move to a more advantageous position as her eyes shifted while she tracked the noises of the Hulk's movements. He grunted as he searched, Natasha's calculating gaze taking in the behemoth from that stooped under the low ceiling as he swiveled to locate her.
The loud crash of bullets caused her to whip her head around, a couple of agents having appeared and holding their handguns to open fire on the Hulk, to little effect. He roared in anger and hurled a large piece of machinery at them, the tall construction skidding across the floor and slamming into one of the men while the other dived clear of the impact. At the distraction Natasha moved to another area, firearm readied in her hands and held to one side of her chest as she knelt with her back against a partition. Abruptly the metal behind her was ripped from above her head with flurry of sparks from the now-exposed wires, and she hurriedly spun to sidle into another section as the creature continued his search with a huff of dissatisfaction at not capturing sight of her.
Bruce sighed at the close call not really wanting to watch the Hulk hurt anybody.
She glided carefully through the chamber, forced into an open area by the other's position before the Hulk was beside her, barred only by the rows of piping as he bellowed in intimidation at her armed form. She quickly fired a shot into the pipe above his head, the oxygen misting down in his eyes to his annoyance. As he thundered and looked up to simultaneously punch and head-butt the offending container of the stream she dashed away.
She limped as she ran holstering her weapon to her thigh as she focused on compelling her injured limb to cooperate as she darted through a narrow passageway. The Hulk tore the edges of the isle with the sides of his figure with his momentum as he chased after her, Natasha glancing back only once to take notice of his approach before attempting to hasten her movements. He roared in pursuit as his head crashed through the glass above and his arms easily severed the piping and equipment creating the sides of the passage, bright flashes thrown from the ruined devices and glinting off all of the metal debris left in his wake.
Natasha used the frame in front of her to propel herself forward, but the Hulk's massive stride gained on her in an explosion of sparks and crashing wreckage that echoed his heavy footfalls. He drew behind her and managed to catch her side with the swing of an arm as he ran, her body thrown from the narrow channel and across the revealed space into the middle of a wall.
Bruce gasped then immediately turns to Natasha and says, "Sorry."
She crashed to the ground with a cry, his motion carrying him into the wall in front of him as he grunted, immediately recovering with a growl as he clenched his fists and flexed the pectorals across his chest, snarling down at her. She gasped and groaned as she moved herself to sit up with widened eyes as he stepped forward, rumbling with eyebrows furrowed as he raised a hand to hit her.
Suddenly, a figure flew into the Hulk's side and threw the two through the metal paneling separating the Helicarrier's internal systems from the space for vehicle holdings. A dozen mechanics were stunned at the ensuing roll by both Thor and the Hulk across the area before they began to frantically exit. The god's hair was damp with sweat and beginning to curl as he started to lift himself from the tarmac coating the floor, his motions slowing in caution when he lifted his head and absorbed the fully illuminated sight of the creature that had climbed to its feet before him. Natasha breathed heavily from her distant position on the floor as she blinked in disbelief.
"That was good timing….do you always arrive a second before something bad is about to happen?" Darcy says.
Thor smiles and shakes his head.
The Hulk clenched his fists and sidestepped heavily in the beginning of circling his new opponent before glowering and roaring down at the blond. Thor settled his weight and curled his hands into fists as well as he shifted in preparation of the brawl, swiftly dodging the wild punch the other swung at his head. He ducked beneath the backhanded swing also as the Hulk righted himself, landing a strong punch to the creature's jaw that flung him around in spin. The Hulk growled as he threw another punch that was avoided before decisively slamming his fist downward onto the god.
Thor held force of the arm suspended above him with his own forearm as his torso craned backwards at the effort, his other arm joining the defense as the Hulk grit his teeth and deepened his lungs so to increase the downward force of his strike. "We're not your enemies, Banner," Thor managed before imploring, "Try to think."
Those words cause Loki to remember the words spoken between him and Thor in Jotunheim.
The Hulk raised his arm to the other's following of the contact as he stood under the limb, and then he punched Thor in the face and sent him flying across the room and through a couple containers of spare parts.
A long metal beam was blasted from the smoldering side of the aircraft, another piece of the framework peeking from the hole before that too was thrown with the whir of a repulsor. Iron Man soared through the opening to land at the edge of the damaged turbines to Steve's 'Okay, the relays are intact!' echoing through his earpiece as he examined the metal obstructing the engine's workings. "What's our next move?" the soldier asked.
"Even if I clear the rotors, this thing won't reengage without a jump," Tony explained at the analysis inside his helmet. "I'm gonna have to get in there and push."
"Well if that thing gets up to speed you'll get shredded," Steve warned.
"That stator control unit can reverse the polarity long enough to disengage maglev and-"
"Speak English!"
Pepper and a few others laughed a little knowing that it was hard for some people to understand science talk.
Tony tilted his head in exasperation before he started, "You see that red lever?" Steve turned to the wall he had entered through and spotted the objects as Tony informed, "It'll slow the rotors down long enough for me to get out. Stand by it – wait for my word." Steve leaped to the lever's side obediently to await the order.
"Well it looks like the two of you can work together after all." Coulson says.
Tony glares at him.
Thor tumbled to the ground to the reverberating of the Hulk's yells, lifting himself to one knee as he panted. He raised a hand to catch the drop of blood that began to fall from one of his nostrils, gaping at the smear on his finger before he savagely grinned and outstretched his arm to the side. He remained in silence as the creature's wordless exclamations drew closer, and then Mjolnir flew through the wall and crates at his side to be grasped firmly by his hand just as the Hulk leapt to the space behind him.
He jumped to his feet with hammer in hand as the Hulk started to throw a punch that was dismissed as Mjolnir solidly slammed into his jaw. He crashed into the plane behind him and the aircraft skid across the area, the Hulk lifting himself from the bent metal at his back with a shake of his head. His tense muscles then began to tremble as he flexed and growled, turning to rip the wing off the craft and hurl it towards the god who immediately slid on his knees to lean backwards and slip under the makeshift projectile. He then regained his feet and threw Mjolnir with a yell, the Hulk catching it in hand and being pulled backwards with the throw as the hammer soared through the air.
The Hulk lay on his back and moved to roll to his feet before the action was forcefully aborted by the arm pinned under Mjolnir.
He jerked the arm again to no movement and growled as he stood over it and tugged with his full strength. His feet cracked the material of the flooring beneath him as he strained his muscles with a roar, then his head turned to the side at the other's approach for Thor to kick him in the face and cause him to stumble back. The god easily grasped Mjolnir's handle and swung himself onto the Hulk's back. He had his hammer wrapped around the Hulk's neck to stay on his back as the creature thrashed about.
"We need full evac on the lower hanger bay," Fury instructed as he analyzed an image of the aircraft on one of his control panels. Hill nodded and strode to exit the bridge. A few others went to follow her out just as a grenade was thrown into the room. Hill shouted, 'Grenade' and leapt away while another agent threw her over the rail as it exploded. The blast destroyed a section of the control center.
Hill landed roughly on the lower level as Fury aimed his handgun, moving swiftly to the side so as to not be in the direct line of fire of those entering. Two armed 'agents' walked cautiously through the haze of smoke, the Director allowing the first past his unseen position by the door before grabbing the barrel of the gun of the second with his free hand and hitting him across the face with his own firearm before shooting the other in the chest, who had turned at the sound.
He intended to throw the first to the floor but the man maintained his hold on his weapon as the other approached, so he hit the second across the face with his gun as well, sending him to the ground, before kicking the first in the chest and forcing him to the floor. A third entered the space to Fury's ducking of expected fire, but the male was shot by Hill, who had regained her feet and drawn her weapon. A gash was present above one of her eyebrows, the blood smeared and trickling thickly over her temple as she exhaled.
"We've got a perimeter breech," an agent reported over the PA system as Phil marched to the armory. "Hostiles are in SHIELD gear." He approached the door to press his thumb into the print scanner before leaning forward slightly to allow the retinal scanner a reading of the panel flashed green as the door unlocked and slid open.
Mobile shelving was thrown and tiling splintered as the Hulk burst through a floor, Thor flung from his back at the eruption through the level above. He landed on his back empty handed as he winced from the throw, before the Hulk grabbed him by the shoulders and wrenched him up.
"We have the Hulk and Thor on Research Level 4," the PA system announced as Fury and Hill knelt and fired bullets at those encroaching on the bridge. "Levels 2 and 3 are dark."
"Sir, the Hulk will tear this place apart!" Hill shouted as she turned to face the Director for a moment before returning her attention onto her targets.
"Get his attention," he commanded as he felled an opponent.
She slung herself from the line of fire as she turned from the fight and crouched, relaying through her headset, "Escort 6-0, proceed to Wishbone and engage hostile."
Outside the Helicarrier a jet circled the larger aircraft to Hill's suggestion of 'Don't get too close.' "Copy," the pilot responded as he steered the plane around a protrusion in order to hover between it and another and draw closer to the glass paneling through which displayed three of the floors. He flipped the visor of his helmet upwards to view more clearly the view of the Hulk, having lifted him over his head, slamming Thor into the ground. "Target acquired."
The Hulk encircled the god's torso with the fingers of one hand to throw him across the room with a yell, Thor crashing past a monitor before landing on his back with a pained wince on the various debris and shattered glass. The Hulk idly shoved a piece of machinery from his path as he stomped towards his fallen form. The pilot declared, "Target engaged," from his position and held down the red trigger of the controlling joystick.
At the flurry of bullets impacting his back, the Hulk paused in his forward movement and turned with a confused grunt; the glass of the window pane through which the barrage entered fell to pieces at the onslaught as he lifted a hand to shield his face from the small projectiles. Thor maneuvered himself into a crouch behind the large piece of debris that was protecting him before vaulting to the other side of the room and lying on the floor beside his hammer, curling his legs to his chest and guarding his head with his arms as bullets flew over him.
The shots emitted flashes of light as they impacted the Hulk's skin, some of the repeated hits charring the green into smears of brown as he roared in anger. He ran to the open space that had been a window and leapt over the air separating him from his opponent as the pilot panicked, 'Target angry, target angry!' The Hulk soared through the air before he landed on the jet's nose, the agent's eyes were wide with fear as he watched Hulk dent the metal with his bare fingers as he moved towards him. He went to the back of the jet instead of the cockpit though. The man craned his neck over his shoulder to watch as the Hulk began to reach into the plane and rip out handfuls of the wiring and piping that kept the machine airborne.
Bruce looked down ashamed of himself about the 'other guy's' actions. While a few people in the room stared at the screen with a mix of horror and anxiety waiting to see the pilot's fate.
Streaks of smoke fell with the torn parts of the jet as sparks danced off the metal paneling, the jet spiraling downwards as it lost connections between functions and a wing flew off. The Hulk grunted as he worked, the pilot pulling the lever between his legs and ejecting his seat from the damaged craft. As the glass covering was blown away the Hulk raised an arm and caught the back of the chair as it was thrown upward swinging the object around with a scream before hurling it away. The parachute released in the distance as the plane continued to fall through the air before finally exploding, the Hulk's wounded groan echoing as he was flung through the sky.
A bunch of people including Bruce released the breaths they were holding in.
Tony stood in the suit with an arm outstretched, the bright red laser emitting from the back of his slicing through the piece of wreckage that was obstructing the turbines. When the beam ended he discharged the small device from his hand and jumped forward, thrusters activating to carry him above the debris before he dropped and slammed his boots onto the metal. The two segments he had made snapped apart and fell through the engine to fall away and separate as they fluttered through the air, his thrusters reengaging to lift him back to the turbine.
Two armed 'agents' walked in from the doorway to the engine, Steve watching them in puzzlement at their ready weaponry from above. One pulled out a grenade and threw it towards the engine to the Captain's instant leap across the space to bat the object below the Helicarrier, where it exploded in midair to the other's gaze. Steve jumped briefly onto a few metal bars before swinging down to punch the man in the head as the other aimed his weapon only to have it kicked into the air and himself thrown backwards as the weapon landed on the level above.
The first leapt to his feet to throw a punch that was ducked under before Steve grabbed him by the nape of the neck and hurled him off the edge of the craft to scream as he fell through the clouds. He turned back to find that the other male had found another automatic gun and had returned to open fire at him. He crouched and grasped a piece of metal to whip at the other to his dodge back into the hallway before he jumped up to leap over the rail of the upper level and grab the abandoned gun.
The two shot at each other sporadically as the man used the sides of the hall to hide behind and Steve maneuvered himself along the upper grating to stand beside the red lever he had initially been at.
Fury shot another 'agent' to his pained yell and fell as he muttered, "They're not getting through here, so what the hell-" His wondering was cut off by Clint firing an explosive arrow from his perched position-
Clint shifted in his seat slightly.
-the blast to one side of the bridge throwing agents over the rails to land hard on the floor. Another explosion tore through the far side of the bridge as Clint readied a third arrow, Fury turning and shooting at the assassin as the specialty shaft flew to the controlling consoles and Clint ducked away from the area. The arrowed stretched into three divisions and long pins struck from each to connect to one of the monitor's outlets.
All of the computer screens of the row streaked and produced static before powering down, one of the Director's control panels beeping as the green image of the Helicarrier rotated to alert in red that there was a malfunction, 'ENGINE 1 POWER LOSS'. The colossal craft began to tilt as the turbines slowed and halted, Fury holding his lowered firearm in both hands as he gazed with an open mouth out the window. "Engine one is now in shut-down," an agent reported over the PA.
The ship creaked as her balance was upset, unsecured articles tumbling to fall from the exposed tarmac as inside agents were trying to right themselves while sitting at their monitors. 'We are in an uncontrolled descent,' was announced over the speakers as another agent proclaimed, "Sir, we've lost all power to engine one."
The ones that weren't on the ship at the time of this event were playing close attention to what was happening.
They wanted to know what was to happen to the rest of them after what happened to Hulk.
Natasha sat with her injured leg pulled to her chest as she trembled, Fury's voice reporting through her earpiece, "It's Barton – he took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level." She composed her unease as he asked, "Does anybody copy?"
"This is agent Romanoff," she answered as she panted softly, her fingers on the communication device. "I copy." She bit her lip as she scrambled to her feet.
Iron Man flew between the long wings of the engine and placed the palms of his hands against one as Fury informed, "Stark, we're losing altitude."
"Yeah, I noticed," he grunted as he increased the power diverted to his thrusters. The turbine began to mover accordingly, the damaged end grating along the concave side to shots of sparks and tearing metal. All of the attached wings began to turn in tandem at Tony's flight.
Steve continued to fire shots at the 'agent' opposing him, the man throwing himself to the wall beside and concealing himself from the Captain's sight periodically. He returned fire that Steve was forced to raise an arm to shield his face from as the bullets impacted the metal behind his head, his steps stumbling backwards until the end of the grating under his feet weakened and he fell from the platform, dropping his gun. He struggled to hastily grab onto one of the pipes beside him as he was falling, but ultimately was only able to grasp hold of a long wire that was stretched completely out in his fingers of the red glove of his uniform. Steve dangled in the air with gritted teeth and furrowed brow as he cast his eyes up to the platform he had fallen from.
Tony now understood why there was a little bit of a delay for him to pull the lever.
Thor ran through a hall and turned in front of a corpse of a SHIELD agent lying on the floor, bracing himself against the open doorway that should have been secured by the panel attached to its side, Mjolnir in hand. At the sight of the door enclosing Loki's cage sliding open, he thundering yelled, "No!" as he charged forward. He leapt at Lokias his form crouched in anticipation of the impact only for the dark god's figure to shimmer as Thor flew through it to land on his front in the cell and fade as the glass shut behind him. He rushed to get to his feet to widely gaze at his surroundings with a wide stance as Loki observed him from the outside, hands behind his back and head tilted in consideration.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" the trickster asked rhetorically, an agent of his moving from the control panel to exit the chamber.
Clint ducked under a support beam as he marched through the depths of the aircraft, boots dully sounding at his purposeful stride over the metal flooring, bow gripped in his right hand and soft quiver full of arrows slung across his back. An echo began to sound the shadow of another pair of footsteps, and he spun around as he drew a shaft, knocking it, and pulled tight on the drawstring only for Natasha to grasp the arms of the bow with both of her hands and halt the weapon's swing. The arrow fired over her shoulder as she twisted the bow so to force Clint to turn away and his arm behind his back, but he did not release his hold on the weapon and threw out his left elbow to uppercut her jaw as he whirled around to face her, gripping his bow in both hands and swiping downwards as she leapt back.
She braced her hands on the flooring as she threw a leg upwards to kick him in the chest, he steps backwards allowing her to grip the low rail and slide underneath it and to the other side of the large cylindrical containers flanking the isle Clint stood upon. He leaned down to track her movements for her to slide back onto the path behind him, kicking him with a grunt at a collar bone to knock and fire, the shot missing again as she grabbed a pole with both hands and swung herself into the air and onto the adjacent flooring.
He leapt in front of her and swung his bow twice at her head to her voidance before the next swing was blocked by her forearm and the last by both drawn in front of her face. He attempted to force the weapon forward with a yell only for her to maintain her guard, and then tried to move away to her resistance as Natasha grabbed onto the bowstring. He used the momentum to draw himself back to her and her fist slammed into her forehead as she grunted at the hit. They struggled with the weapon before Clint managed to shove her against the railing to her back arching in pain, before she gritted her teeth, thrust a knee up into his gut, and backhanded his jaw with a fist.
She spun away with his bow held across her shoulders as he knelt on one knee and drew a knife from his boot, twirling it comfortable in hand before grasping the handle firmly.
Jane, Darcy, Pepper, and Selvig looked at the two assassins worriedly since they had to fight each other while Clint was being controlled in this scene.
Thor slammed Mjolnir into the fortified glass of the cage with a yell, the glass cracking and causing bulky hydraulic arms to grasp onto the sides of the enclosure. He panted as he glanced from side to side at the reaction, Loki's eyes wide and mouth open as his hands hovered away from his sides in surprise.
A grin stretched his mouth abruptly in revelation as he laughed, turning and beginning to happily walk closer to the control panel. "The humans think us immortal," Loki stated. "Should we test that?"
He leaned over the buttons before pausing at a grunt, his agent falling forward onto the floor to reveal Phil with a hefty gun in hand. "Move away please," he commented.
The room then became dense with tension seeing that this was the scene that held Phil's supposing death. Said agent being with them watching this didn't lessen the tension in the slightest.
Loki could feel the tension the most because a lot of the people in the room were glaring at him hatefully.
Loki stepped back from the board with his hands hesitantly raised, Thor casting his eyes between the two as Phil began to walk closer as he asked, "You like this?" gesturing with the device held in hand. "We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't now what it does." He flipped a switch on the side and a hum emitted from the machine as an orange glow began to climb from the depths of its barrel. "You wanna find out?"
The tip of a blade suddenly pierced through his chest, Loki revealed behind him with the scepter in hand having gored the agent's torso as Thor shrieked, "No!" as he pounded a palm against the glass that quickly turned into a fist.
Pepper, Jane and Darcy were looking at the screen horrified to see what they were saying and Phil speaks.
"I admit, I shouldn't have spoken for that long and just shot the weapon…"
Phil groaned as he slipped from the end of the weapon to the floor, the image of the dark god that had been in front of him disintegrating. Thor breathed heavily as he stared, Phil panting as he sat slouched against the wall, legs spread and gun fallen across his lap as blood seeped through the material of his shirt.
Loki walked past, lips quirked to edge an open-mouthed smile as he breathed laboriously while gesturing weakly to the bloodied end of his scepter.
Thor jumped up and stood in front of Loki when he saw Clint jump up from his seat.
"You know what, let me shoot him with an arrow…he definitely deserves that!" Clint tries to get to Loki but Thor is standing in the way and Natasha is holding him back.
"Weren't you already informed of the event that is taking place? Also, would you really attack someone who's restrained?" Loki says to Clint.
Clint glares at him then looks at Agent Phil Coulson, "He 'killed' you, aren't you angry."
"I understand of how you feel right now, but right now we have the job of watching what's in this box to have a better understanding of what's going on."
Everyone sits there in silence until Fury says. "Alright all of you, as of right now hold the grudges you have with others until after we're done with everything." He is glaring at them causing nobody to speak up.
So they all forgot the argument for right now to continue watching the movie.
T.B.C
Author's note: Sorry that this chapter took so long and that it's so short. I have been working on some other stories and getting ready for school to start back up again. I'll try to get the next chapter soon. Please R&R.