KellHound270s Work
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Jeez Louise! I'm popping these chapters out like crazy! Oh, well. At least it's a Godzilla/Avengers crossover.
Enjoy, and please R&R!
Chapter III
Asgard
The warrior sat alone on the mountaintop. He had spent far too much time fighting alongside his mortal friends. He needed to clear his mind in the crisp Asgardian mountain air.
Although his mind was in the clouds (figuratively and literally), he could still hear the heavy footsteps of heavily armored men. He smiled, knowing just who was approaching him.
"My friends," he said. "It is rude to interrupt the meditation of a god."
"Funny," a male voice said, dripping with charisma and suaveness. "I've known you for about as long as we've been alive, and I've never known you to meditate."
"Midgard's rubbing off on him," another voice said, this one signifying the man's size. "He's trying out their philosophies of peace while at war."
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," yet another voice said, deep and chilling.
"Volstagg's right, though," the meditator said, standing up slowly. "And it works surprisingly well."
"And with their history, you know that for a fact?" the suave man inquired.
"The samurai were the most honorable of people, Fandral. They possessed the fighting spirit of our own bilge snipe, yet they meditated frequently, keeping their minds at peace while war was waged outside."
"Who are you, and what have you done with our friend?" the big man jokingly demanded, earning laughs from all of them, except the man with the deep voice.
"Do you plan to return to Earth?" the suave man asked.
"My return is imminent, Fandral. It's just a matter of-"
The warrior cut himself off as he sensed a mighty presence on Earth. He didn't know how, but he could sense the fighting spirit he spoke about earlier.
But it wasn't mortal. It was ancient, like his own people.
"What is it?" the deep-voiced man asked.
"I don't know, Hogun. It's like a warrior is on Earth, but it's far too ancient to be man."
"Maybe you should go." The big man gestured to a nearby hammer. "Earth needs its protector."
The warrior smiled and nodded as he held his hand out towards the hammer. Like a magnet to metal, the hammer flew into his hand.
"I shall return." The warrior spun the hammer by the leather strap on its handle, then held it up, the hammer pulling him off the ground.
"Make us proud, Thor!"
Janjira, Japan
Three figures, clad in metal armor, walked through the ruins of what was once a great city. They were currently in the center of what was once the center of the city.
They encountered a small group of dogs. They ran past them, evidently scared by something.
"What spooked them?" Rhodey wondered aloud.
"Something doesn't add up..." Tony was suspicious of the dogs' behavior. It was... perfectly normal, for dogs that lived in a radiation zone. "J.A.R.V.I.S., what's the Geiger say?"
"This is most peculiar," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied. "The radiation is practically nonexistent."
"I knew it," Joe said. "They're hiding something from us."
Tony deactivated his helmet, the cool air rushing into his nostrils. Rhodey and Joe did the same.
"Where's your house, Joe?" the billionaire asked.
"Just up this hill." Joe led the group up the hill. They soon came too a house that, had it been properly maintained, would have been a model home.
They searched the house carefully, looking for anything that could point to the truth.
"Hey, Joe!" Rhodey called out. Joe half ran into the room that Rhodey was in. "These mean anything?"
Rhodey held up a couple of disc cases labeled "1999." There were many more on the table.
"Thank God," Joe muttered, taking the discs and putting them into his bag. "Thanks."
"No problem." Rhodey continued looking through the house.
Joe did the same, coming across something that made his heart sink.
A string of letters were hung from the ceiling, spelling out "Happy Birthday, Dad!" Joe could feel his eyes tearing up.
A loud sound distracted him. It sounded like a helicopter.
The trio walked outside, seeing a helicopter flying towards the former site of the nuclear plant. There was a large wall constructed around the site, with stadium-like lights shining in it.
"They rebuilding the plant?" Rhodey wondered.
"I doubt it." Tony reactivated his helmet. "We better get going."
Before they could leave, they were intercepted by law enforcement. They demanded in angry Japanese to come to them slowly, even though it was obvious who they were talking to.
"Here we go again," Joe sighed.