Author's note: Here's the next chapter. I hope to be finished with this movie soon because then I'll be able to do the trailers for the other movies then have them watch Thor: The Dark World. I'm glad that so many people like this story. I don't own anything that's Marvel.
The Avengers pt6-
Loki walked past Phil's fallen form, lips quirked to edge and open-mouthed smile as he breathed laboriously while gesturing weakly to the bloodied end of his scepter. He turned away and flipped open the covering to the red button as Thor watched helplessly, pressing another to slide open the panels of flooring beneath the cell. The wind of the aircraft's descent tore through the space as Loki held his hand over the button, Thor stepping back from the edge of the cage to cast his eyes to the tiling he stood upon as if to see beneath to the drop he would be falling before returning his eyes to his brother's stare. With a decisive tap, Loki pressed the button and the long mechanical arms anchoring the cell to the room released. It dropping through the chute with the screech of metal sounding as the siding grated down the edges, sparking as it slid, before falling from the Helicarrier and into the open air to tumble through the clouds to the earth far below.
A few looked over at Thor very concerned.
In the dark of the interior Clint aimed a jab to the side of Natasha's head that she blocked with a raised forearm, forcing the offending arm away and kicking him in the side of the knee to delay his successive attack. His following stab with the small knife was easily blocked as well as she grabbed his wrist firmly as she punched him at the joint of his other shoulder, grasping his forearm with her other hand also so to twist the armed limb up behind his back to his pained gasp. He gritted his teeth with a groan before huffing and forcing himself to lever higher and turn back towards her, tossing the knife to his left palm and cutting across where her chest had been before she had ducked under the attack.
She rose to lock an arm around his and direct the blade from her as he strained to turn it against her, both grunting in exertion and breathing heavily with their arms tangled between their chests. Clint pushed her closer to the rails before she moved him back, the two spinning as they struggled before he reached forward and grasped the scarlet locks of hair at the back of her neck to wrench her head back and bare her throat to the knife. She panted harshly through her nose before twisting her head to bite his forearm, Clint's teeth gritted as he groaned a yell of pain while forced to drop the knife at the teeth in the pressure point. She used the strength of his tensed arm to swiftly flip over the appendage, the movement and weight sending him careening forwards as she landed on her feet to throw him to the side.
His forehead slammed into the rail as he fell to his knees, a hand rising to grasp the bar as he squeezed his eyes shut before he fell to grab onto the wire nearer to the ground as he groaned at the impact. He fumbled to affix him fully onto his stomach, and he clambered onto all fours as he gasped in disorientation. Natasha started down at him as he struggled, a sheen of sweat coating her face as she breathed through her mouth.
Clint shook his head as he managed to push himself onto his knees, swaying as he blinked, asking, "Natasha?" in confusion at her figure before him.
She surged forward with a snarl and punched him across the face, standing erect as he fell back onto the grating with splayed limbs, knocked unconscious.
"Wow so it was that easy to get you to snap out of his control?" Darcy asks.
"That seems to impossible for it to be that easy." Jane says
Clint just shrugged not sure.
"Why don't we ask Bambi?" Tony says gesturing to Loki, Pepper smiles in amusement at the nickname Tony came up with.
Loki sighs, "It seems that the gem's control was just knocked out of you but, if you wish I could examine your mind with my magic just to make sure."
Clint stares at him for a moment then looks at the Director who sighs, "Alright we'll let you out of the cuffs for right now but if you try anything they're going back on."
"Do not worry Director, I will make sure my brother behaves himself." Thor reassured and Fury nodded.
He takes the cuffs off and Loki goes over to Clint to analyze his mind.
"I have found no presence of the gem's influence being in your mind." Loki says to Clint then goes back to sitting near Thor happy that he can do a little bit of magic.
Through the pale blue of the sky the fortified cage fell through the air, Thor within grunting as he tumbled along the sides of the cell with Mjolnir banging heftily after him. The wind howled outside of the enclosure as the god slammed into the glass through which he could see dizzying glimpses of the speedily encroaching ground, with a yell swinging his hammer at the wall only for the weapon to swipe harmlessly through the space before it as the area inverted and he flung backwards and away from the sides once again.
He rolled across the floor before bouncing against the pane of glass that he had cracked before, the mark splintering further at the impact. Tossed to the opposite side, he used the sparse moment of unwavering gravity to brace his feet against the glass and crouch in preparation just as the shore of an ocean, a natural harbor, a narrow, pale beach, a forest, and a deep lake became clear below. He bared his teeth and sunk further, flying with a scream forward with Mjolnir outstretched to crash through the fractured glass he had been facing just as the cage slammed into the rocks of the harbor in a plume of sand. He was thrown to the ground with a grunt to send dirt upwards before he skipped to another area and rolled along the ground, his hammer spiraling through the air as she rang at the tumble.
"That's cutting it very close." Darcy says as Jane sends Thor a look.
Loki gazed with distant eyes into the space the cell had been as he absentmindedly allowed the covering of the large button to fall closed on the control panel. He turned to exit the area as a voice stated, "You're going to lose." He halted before turning, asking, "Am I?"
Phil sat on the ground gazing up at him with jaw slackened slightly as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, large gun lying in his lap as he slumped against the wall. "It's in your nature," he elaborated, eyelids drooping as he blinked slowly.
"Your heroes are scattered," the dark god began as he stepped closer, gloating with arms outstretched to encompass the Helicarrier as he added, "your floating fortress falls from the sky – where is my disadvantage?" he asked with head tilted in mock bemusement.
"You lack conviction," Phil proclaimed.
Loki's brow smothered as his eyes widened, expression losing the display of pleasure as he began to sneer, "I don't think I'm-"
The trigger was suddenly pulled on the gun modelled after the Destroyer, an orange beam spiraling out to hurl into Loki's torso and blast him backwards, across the room and through the wall separating the area from the next. He landed on his back to spewing flames from the impact to roll onto his stomach, smoke wafting from his frame as he moved onto his knees.
"So that's what it does," the agent surmised.
A few people looked impressed with the way that gun was made.
On the bridge, SHIELD agents were rushing to remotely fix the damage to the workings of the aircraft as Fury analyzed the warning of pressure destabilization and the altimeter's constant drop from over eighteen thousand to seventeen, and lower, on his screens with a from twisting his lips. The agent on the PA systems ordered, "All hands to crash stations immediately."
The ship continued to plummet through the cloud cover with containers and equipment crashing into each other and toppling off the edges of the tarmac as the damaged engine spewed thick plumes of black fumes into the air. Tony pushed against a wing of the turbine as he flew his suit around the circuit, screaming in exertion as he increased his power and the consequent speed of the engine's motor. The smoke was drawn in and dispersed at the rate, Tony gritting his teeth as the effort as the motions began to stabilize the Helicarrier's flight, his suit's thrusters appearing to leave a glowing trail as he flew.
"Cap hit the lever," he commanded, the aircraft now flying level.
"I need a minute here!" Steve yelled as he hung from the exposed wire he had grabbed, climbing upwards and back towards the space adjacent to the engine.
"Lever – now!" Tony insisted.
He dragged himself onto the grating to the remaining 'agent's shots, crawling along the surface to the area, and lever, he had stood by before.
The turbine in front of him distanced itself from Tony's armored hands to his uneasy glancing, eyes widening within his helmet as the speed of the wings threw him flat onto the one behind him. "Uh oh," he muttered as his boots were jerked under the metal pane. He was dragged underneath the turbines with a 'Help!' as they spun, his suit clanging and him issuing grunts as he was thrown around the narrow space, alloy scraping and sparking at the battering.
Pepper's eyes widened in horror while Steve says to Tony, "Sorry."
Tony waves him off saying, "That's what the suit is for, so no worries."
That response earned him a hit in the back of the head by Pepper who says, "Who idiotic hero."
A few smiled at the interaction between the two.
Steve reached up to drag the red lever down, slowing the momentum of the engine for the second needed for Tony to be freed from its hold and tumble out the bottom with a yell. He hovered his damaged suit with his thrusters and the repulors at his palms, the power flickering before firmly establishing. He tilted his head upwards to the hull of the passing ship before soaring after it, flying around the engine to Steve's climbing onto all fours and the 'agent' shooting up at him.
He crashed into the imposter's midsection and knocked him to the ground before rolling to the side and lying on his back with a sigh as the power to the suit flickered again and the blue of his HUD extinguished. Steve panted where he sat, dropping his head forward.
A jet rose from the tarmac with an opened hatch, Loki stepping into the back and collapsing into a seat as it shut behind him. He held the scepter in hand, azure orb glowing as he smirked through his staggered breathing.
Director Fury rushed into the detainment center to Phil's form slumped against the wall, pausing above him before dropping to one knee. "Sorry, boss," he apologized weakly to him as he panted, "the god rabbited."
A few people shifted slightly uncomfortable seeing Phil's supposed 'death' up on the screen. The Avengers looked slightly at Fury who was the only one there during the 'death', they sort of forgot that little detail.
"Just stay awake," Fury responded, lifting the large gun from his lap and setting it aside before returning his attention onto him and insisting, 'Eyes on me,' as he grasped his chin.
"No," Phil mumbled as his eyelids drooped, "I'm clocking out here."
"Not an option."
"It's okay boss," he reassured. "This was never gonna work…if they didn't have something…to…"
Phil's heavy breathing faltered before stopping, his eyes glazing over and falling to stare listlessly off to the side as his body grew limp.
"Fury's jaw tensed as he blinked hard at the sight of his agent's prone form, gaze unwavering before he lowered it to the grating. He stood slowly as a couple of medical personnel in white coats arrived and sunk to Phil's sides with defibrillators in hand, his stare turning thoughtful as his eye wandered into the middle distance.
On the bridge, Hill's minor head wound was being treated before Fury's voice transmitted through her earpiece. "Agent Coulson is down," he intoned to her pushing the medic's hands away, raising her fingers to lightly press on the device as she focused on the report with furrowed brows.
"A medical team is on its way to your location," an agent replied, Natasha's gaze distant as she listened in while behind her two agents grabbed Clint's arms and dragged his unconscious body away.
"They're here – they called it."
Steve and Tony stood immobile by the third engine in the suits, cowl and helmet off, averting their stares to the grating of the flooring at the response. Tony exhaled lengthily as a frown twisted his lips, shoulders slumping.
Phil played close to attention to how they were acting right now seeing this scene.
Steve and Tony were seated side by side at the hexagonal glass table of the upper level of the bridge: the Captain had removed the top half of his outfit, gloves, and belt to leave him in a blue, long-sleeved, cotton shirt over his uniform's pants and boots while Tony had stepped out of his suit to slouch in his chair in a Black Sabbath shirt and dark pants. Director Fury stood across from them in his official leather ensemble, focusing on shuffling through a number of small items in his hands for a few moments of silence.
"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket," he remarked, Agent Hill standing with her hands behind her back behind him, gaze on the floor until her eyes flicked up to him at his comment. "I guess he never did get you to sign them." Fury forcefully spun the trading cards onto the table, some of the wet blood splattering from where it had smeared over the glossy surfaces onto the glass.
Phil looked up at the screen in horror, "Those weren't in my jacket! They were in my locker."
"I think he's going to faint." Tony joked while Pepper glared at him.
Steve sighed as he reached forward, Fury explaining, "We're dead in the air up here," as he pinched a corner of one of the cards and flipped it up to face him. "Our communications, the location of the Cube-" Captain America wore his old uniform, saluting as he held his old shield, crimson smudged in impressions of fingerprints along one side. "-Banner, Thor…I've got nothing for you."
Tony's eyes remained downcast until they drifted upwards to stare into the middle distance, Fury continuing, "Lost my one good eye." The Director braced his palms on the surface of the table as he shook his head, saying, "Maybe I had that coming."
He refocused his gaze onto the two before him, Steve laying the card back onto the glass. "Yes," Fury admitted as he began to circle the table, "we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract." He paused by one of the seats, resting his hands on top of the backrest as he elucidated, I never put all my chips on the number though, because I was playing something even risker." Tony cast his eyes down to his lap as Steve's head tilted towards Fury in attention.
"There was an idea – Stark knows this," the Director started as he resumed walking, Steve turning his head slightly to note Tony's seat as the billionaire lifted his head minutely, "called the Avengers' initiative."
Fury halted at the chair behind the back of Tony's seat, between the two, meeting the Captain's gaze as he elaborated, "The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if they could become something more," Steve's brows furrowed, averting his contemplative stare as Fury persisted, "To see if they could work together when we needed them to – to fight the battles that we never could."
Tony turned his head to observe Fury in his peripheral as he turned his thumbs over one another in his lap, turning away when the Director focused on him to insist, "Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea." Tony tensed in his chair at the declaration, and upon Fury finishing, "In heroes," he stood from his seat.
His gaze shifted from the distance and his thoughts to his surrounding, cast to the side as if to the two behind him before he strode out of the bridge.
"Well," Fury mused as he watched Tony's exit, folding his hands behind his back, "it's an old-fashioned notion."
Jane, Erik Selvig, Darcy, and a few others took Fury's speech into consideration.
Thor marched wearily through the long grass and tall weeds of the wide meadow he had been thrown across, blond hair matted as it curled gently around his ears and dirt smeared over his face, arms, and hands. He trudged through the brush to where Mjolnir had fallen, the hammer's grip tilted heavenwards. He outstretched his hand as he panted, fingers splayed and awaiting her handle to settle into his palm, but she remained on the ground.
After a moment his brow furrowed and he clenched his hand into a fist, before relaxing his fingers and staring past the environment, immersed in his thoughts.
"Um, Thor, why didn't your hammer fly to your hand like it usually does?" Jane asks confused.
Thor answers, "She had fallen to earth again and I had doubted my worth with what was going on. Especially since I couldn't stop what my brother was doing, as how he tried to kill me again."
Loki ignored the stares that he got from everyone in the room when Thor said that.
"But I didn't forget of I learned here on earth making me still be worthy to hold her. I just had to take hold of her power once more."
"So that's how you got to New York, you flew?" Steve asks, and Thor nods.
"That hammer is super complicated, right Jane." Darcy says.
Jane just sighs.
"You fell out of the sky," a man's voice announced as Bruce stirred. He awakened with squinted eyes taking in the broken stone, rent metal, various debris he was lying in and surrounded by, as well as his naked state, hands hovering in confusion. He sat up in the pile of dust and bricks and looked over his shoulder, peering up at the elderly janitor bracing himself on a couple of beams of metal above him.
"Um, are you always naked when you go back to normal?" Darcy asks looking at Bruce who stared at her in shock.
"Darcy! That's not something you should ask." Jane yelled out embarrassed of her friend comments that she likes to blurt out.
A lot of other people were staring at her in shock too. Bruce answered, "I rather not discuss this."
Bruce exhaled and groaned in exhaustion as his head fell to his hand, before he swiftly shifted to turn back to the man and ask, "Did I hurt anybody?"
"There's nobody around here to get hurt," he comforted dismissively with a wave to the large empty warehouse the two were in. "You did scare the hell out of some pigeons though."
A few people started to laugh at that statement.
He weakly nodded, leaning an arm on one of his bent knees as he remarked, "Lucky," briefly rubbing his forehead and face with a palm.
"Or just good aim," the janitor countered. "You were awake when you fell."
Tony smirks, while a few people blinked in surprise by the statement.
Bruce froze, twisted to stare at him, before averting his eyes and questioning, "You saw?"
"The whole thing," he drawled, pointing upwards, "Right through the ceiling. Big green, and buck-a** nude."
Tony busted out laughing until Pepper elbowed him in the side hard.
He bent down to grasp a pile of cloth at his feet as Bruce hunched in on himself from where he sat, torso curved over his knees and head hung. "Here," the man said as he tossed the clothing down to him. "Didn't think those would fit you until you shrunk down to a regular-size fella."
He grabbed the pants with a belt threated through the loops and unfolded them with a jerk, sticking a leg through one side pausing to utter a 'Thank you,' before working to insert the other leg.
"Are you an Alien?"
"What?" Bruce asked as he stood, straightening his pants as he fastened them.
Pepper glares at Tony who looks like he is about to start cracking up.
Darcy ended up giggling thinking his reaction was funny.
"From outer space – an alien," the man elaborated.
"No," he answered with a shake of his head as he cast his eyes to the ground, buckling his belt.
"Well then, son, you've got a condition," he decided.
One of Bruce's eyebrows raised up a little at the pronouncement before he wobbled his head in a nod of agreement. He looked around at the metal supports of the ruined building before gazing up to the hole he had ripped through the roof as he pulled his arms through the borrowed shirt he had bent to put on. He rearranged the limp collar around the nape of his neck with a sigh as he picked his way through the bricks and beams piled under his feet.
"So which one is it?" the janitor asked.
"Sorry?" he asked, shaking his head as he buttoned up the shirt and rolled up the cuffs of the sleeves.
"Are you a big guy that gets all little? Or a little guy that, uh, sometimes blows up large?" he clarified, motioning with his hands the size change.
"You know," Bruce answered, averting his gaze before meeting the other's eyes, "I'm not even sure."
A lot of the people in the room thought about the scene that they just saw.
The small room was shrouded in azure as Clint sat upright, the fluorescent lights shining from above tinged magenta through the haze. He shook his head violently as he moaned, sweat glistening along his forehead as his brow furrowed and he bit his lips, Natasha's hair bright copper curls around her face as she sat at his bedside. He grunted as he squinted his eyes shut, fingers clenching into fists as his arms twisted and pulled at the thick leather restraints binding his wrists to the sides of the mattress.
"Clint," she called, hair, lips and dark eyes a contrast to her skin, tinged bright blue. "You're going to be alright."
His eyes opened as he continued to struggle interrogating disbelievingly, "You know that?" with a wheezing chuckle. "Is that what you know?"
Everyone was tense staring at the screen.
He breathed heavily as the room's tone sunk to bland greys, slumping onto the reclined bed as she stood to walk to the small table behind him. "I-I've got no window," he panted as he gazed up at the ceiling, azure absent, Natasha pouring some water into a cup. "I have to flush him out."
"You've got to level out – it's gonna take time," she comforted. They were inside a medical holding cell, a small window in the door leading to one of the halls of the Helicarrier, an iris and thumbprint scanner on the outside barring access to the room.
"You don't understand, I-" he started before interrupting his words with labored panting. "Have you ever had someone take your brain and play?" he wondered in halting explanation as she paused. "Pull you out, and stuff something else in?"
He craned his head to stare up at her. "Do you know what it's like to be unmade?"
She turned to him, responding. "You know that I do."
Some looked down feeling a little awkward hearing their conversation.
He continued to breath heavily as he hung his head and cast his eyes to the floor, shifting his gaze as his eyebrows furrowed. He questioned in confusion, "Why am I back?" turning to face her, "How'd you get him out?"
"Cognitive recalibration," she answered, circling him. "I hit you really hard in the head," she clarified with a smirk as she sat on the edge of the mattress.
Darcy giggled at how casual Natasha said that on the screen. Some looked at her funny, but mostly Loki, though he didn't show his surprise.
"Thanks," he gasped in gratitude. Natasha surveyed his widened eyes and shaken expression before leaning over him to undo one the restraints on his wrists. "Natasha," he started, "how many agents did-"
"Don't," she cut off. "Don't do that to yourself, Clint," she met his imploring gaze with her unwavering one, defending, "This is Loki. This is….monsters and magic, and nothing we were ever trained for."
Some stiffened at Natasha words, Natasha and a few others glanced over at Loki.
He didn't show them any reaction to how he was feeling about the comment though.
"Loki – he get away?" Clint asked immediately, expression stern.
"Yeah," she replied. "Don't suppose you know where?"
"Didn't need to know-" he responded as she hummed in discontent and stood, "-didn't ask." He put his legs over the edge of the bed as she moved towards the door, hands on her hips and staring into the distance. "He's gonna make his play soon, though," Clint remarked, grasping the cup off to the side that she had filled with water. "Today."
"We got to stop him," she said resolutely as she turned to him, having lowered her arms.
"Yeah?" he doubted after a swallow of water. "Who's we?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "Whoever's left."
He nodded "Well, I….If I put an arrow through Loki's eye socket I'd sleep better, I suppose." He faltered as he nodded again, jaw tensing before he cast his eyes to the ground with a huff of laughter.
She stepped to sit beside him, commenting with a small smile, "Now you sound like you."
His grin faded as he turned to her, uttering, "But you don't." She lowered her eyes. "You're a spy, not a soldier. Now you want to wade into a war. Why – what did Loki do to you?"
"He didn't-I just…" she began as she looked into his eyes, before pursing her lips and turning to avert her gaze down into her lap. At his coaxing 'Natasha,' and lowered stare so to listen intently, her eyes flickered upwards and she confessed, "I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."
Loki smirked at her wording, while a few agents looked a little confused at what that meant. But the team knew what it meant.
The paneling of the floor together over the hole from where the glass cage that was supposed to hold Loki fell. Tony was staring into the distance from where he stood, with his arms behind his back. Footsteps echoed through the room as Steve came in, crossed his arms and stood next to Tony asking, "Was he married?"
"No." Tony said but then added, "There was a…a cellist, I think."
"I'm sorry, he seemed like a good man." Steve commented.
Coulson strengthened up in his seat to listen to what Tony and Steve were going to talk about when they thought he was dead. Pepper put an arm around Tony's shoulder in a way of comfort.
Loki was also paying close attention to what was going to be said.
Tony huffed in mocking laughter, turning to look at him stating "He was an idiot."
Coulson raised an eyebrow as did, other agents, Fury, Hill, Jane, Darcy, Erik and Pepper.
"Why – for believing?" Steve asked with frustration on his face.
"For taking on Loki alone," Tony reasoned.
"He was doing his job-"
He scoffed as he moved down the stairs. "He was out of his league – he should have waited. He should have…"
"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony." Steve reasoned, also walking down the steps.
"Right I've heard that before." Tony said with a sour smirk, as he moved past Steve.
"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?"
Tony turned around angrily saying, "We are not soldiers." Tony's eyes were wide.
Steve sighed at the argument, watching as his gaze drifted past him. "I'm not marching to Fury's file." The billionaire declared.
"Neither am I – he's got the same blood on his hands that Loki does," the Captain said.
Loki raised an eyebrow at the statement, but then he smirked when he saw Fury glaring over at the Captain and Billionaire.
Tony held his hands up in surrender.
"But right now, we've got to put that behind us and get this done." Tony turned and noted the blood stain on the concrete wall from where Phil was at. "Now, Loki needs a power source. If we can put together a list-"
"He made it personal," the genius proclaimed.
"That's not the point-"
"That is the point- That's Loki's point," he asserted. "He hit us all right where we live – why?"
"To tear us apart," Steve speculated.
"Yeah, dived and conquer is…great," he agreed with one arm propping up the elbow of his other arm in thought, "but…He knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants." He concluded. "He wants to beat us, he wants to be seen doing it- He wants an audience." He stepped around him in vigor, stare determined at his deductions.
"Right," he drawled. "I caught his act in Suttgart."
"Yeah, that's just previews-" Tony surmised with a point as he continued to walk past him. "-this is-this is opening night and Loki, he's a full-tilt diva."
Loki hid a smirk when he noticed Thor looking confused by the statement. Jane, Darcy and Pepper were giggling about the whole diva thing.
Well Darcy was flat out laughing hysterically.
He turned to him on the raised steps and states, "He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a- a monument built to the skies with his name plastered-"
He halted in his description, arms outstretched, immobile, as Steve raised his eyebrows at the character, and location, depicted.
"Son of a bi**h," Tony cursed as he trotted down the stairs.
"That was very accurate." Pepper spoke up.
"Okay I'm confused, what just happened."
Jane and Erik sigh, "You'll find out soon I'm sure, Darcy." Jane says.
Erik moved from the controlling monitor raised on a dais and the open, empty, armored briefcase set on the ground to the large intricate machine connected by dark wiring to the computer, several thick wires trailing off the edge of the roof into the floor and power below. He circled the device to survey the energy input and progress of commencement as the protrusions attached to the raised spherical element holding the Tesseract began to spin.
The metal contraption was arranged on the roof on top of the topmost five floors above the Iron Man suit's dismantling catwalk and the helipad that capped Stark Tower.
The hydraulic slid open the door impending the entrance into the medical cell, Steve standing in the frame in his uniform informing Natasha, "Time to go."
"Go where?" she asked, twisting to face him with her hands on her hips.
"I'll tell you on the way," he answered. "Can you fly one of those jets?"
The door leading into the attached bathroom opened to reveal Clint who declared, "I can," as he dried his hands on a towel.
Steve's eyes widened at the prospect of the archer's involvement, casting a glance towards Natasha and receiving a purposeful nod. He returned his attention onto Clint and questioned, "You got a suit?"
"Yeah," he replied with a nod as he continued to wring the towel between his fingers.
"Then suit up," the Captain ordered as he stepped out.
"Shouldn't a person in the medical field tell you whether or not you're able to go out." Darcy questioned, a few others nodded agreeing with her.
"I felt fine." Clint said.
The sun shone unyielding down onto Thor as he bent to lift his hammer, Mjolnir rising without resistance to be grasped by his fingers.
A gloved hand reached to grab a broad shield, red and white stripes painted onto the vibranium around a bright star on navy; a quiver of arrows with interchangeable trick-heads was secured onto a leather vested back; a bracelet was affixed around a leather-encased wrist, electrostatcic charge prepared for battle. Tony wore protective goggles as he stood behind a metal desk cluttered with precise tools and repair equipment, soldering iron emitting sparks as he adjusted the interior of his Iron Man helmet, the blue of his HUD flickering into a glow through the eyes.
The God of Thunder raised Mjolnir heavenwards, dark clouds swirling to gather above and striking lightning down onto her head. Blades of grass and leaves were drawn up to blow around as the steaks of static branched from the hammer to impact the ground.
Tony had donned his helmet, the HUD powering on with holographic displays of the arc reactor, his location, and the lack of armed opponents surrounding while Captain America strode with Hawkeye and Black Widow through the crowded hanger of the Helicarrier.
The lightning reached down along the shaft of Mjolnir to follow Thor's limb, intricate metal armor piecing together in its wake.
A mechanic looked up with furrowed brows at Steve, Clint and Natasha's armed entrance through the hatch of the Quinjet, hesitantly protesting, "H-Hey, you guys aren't authorized to be in here."
"Son," the Captain said with a stern gaze, "just don't."
Darcy started laughing out loud saying, "You just sounded like an old man!" she continued to laugh while Steve started to get red in the face.
Fury stood on the reinforced glass of the flooring that headed the bridge, slowly shuffling through the bloodied trading cards in thought as Hill approached his side.
"Sir," she addressed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Agent Hill," he replied, his eyes unwavering from the items held between his fingers.
"Those cards…" she began as Fury cast his gaze in her direction, "they were in Coulson's locker, not in his jacket."
"Exactly." Phil says, still not happy that his cards were covered in blood.
He returned his attention to the cards with a huff of a sigh, fanning them out gingerly in his hands before exhaling heavily. "They needed the push," he answered simply with twisted mouth. Hill narrowed her eyes at the side of his head.
With the pale sky below, the Iron Man suit soared past, his thrusters leaving a thin trail that was swiftly overtaken by the flight of the Quinjet. An agent reported over the PA, "We have an unauthorized departure from Base Six."
"They found him," Fury announced as Hill's brow smoothed and eyes widened at the sight of the airborne exits. He abruptly commanded, "Get our communications back up – whatever you have to do. I want eyes on everything."
"Yes sir."
T.B.C
Author's note: Sorry again for this chapter taking so long to be posted. I've been very busy that I haven't been able to type that much. Please R&R.