Angela Lawrence was a busy woman. Director Nick Fury saw to that. Lately she's had her hands full overseeing the cleanup/rebuilding of the small-town Puente Antiguo, New Mexico and keeping an eye on Dr. Jane Foster, who was now stationed in Albuquerque. Most of her time was spent going between the two towns and managing things.
She didn't mind it too much. Angela was curious by nature, and the fact that mythical legends had landed her on Earth excited her. When she wasn't working, she would return to the little house she had rented between the two towns and read up on Norse mythology to learn as much as she could. That was probably why Director Fury had assigned her to this. She was very thorough in every task he had given her. Whether it was a hit job, espionage, or just leading a team, she always made sure she did it perfectly. Well it's that and the fact that Agent Coulson had his hands full with the defrosting of Captain America.
The sun was almost set leaving the sky a stunning mix of blues, purples, and oranges. Angela watched the sky as people left the building where they were temporarily housing the residents of Puente Antiguo who had lost everything in the robot attack. She did this every day, she was often the first one to arrive during the work day, and she was the last one to leave, just to make sure everyone had what they needed.
When every SHIELD agent had left Angela said her goodbyes to the residents, got into her black SUV, and left to go to her house. It wasn't her only house, but she had rented it to make this mission easier. This mission could take months, so she currently lived in a small, 2-bedroom house on the outskirts of Albuquerque, and it was a good 30-minute drive there and back from Puente. But it allowed her to easily go from Dr. Foster to here.
She was halfway home, listening to some pop station, when she noticed a bright light falling from the sky. Quickly, she pulled the car to the side of the road and watched as the light landed not far from where she was. Was it a meteor? A piece of satellite? She put her hazards and hopped out of the car to find out.
After a short hike towards what was now a small crater in the ground, she stopped dead in her tracks. In the crater wasn't a meteor or a piece of satellite like she figured there would be. There was a man. There was a whole ass man, lying unconscious or possibly dead in the crater.
Shaking her head as if it would really help her see clearly, she stared at the man for a brief moment before lowering herself into the crater to go check on him.
As she walked towards him, her thoughts frantically raced through her mind. He couldn't be human; he would have burned up in the atmosphere. Could he be an alien? What were the chances that an alien would land here three months after Thor landed here? Could he be a super soldier? Or something like The Hulk? Whatever he was, she would have to find out later. Right now, she needed to see if he was alive.
Now that she was close, she could get a good look at the man. He was pale, with long raven hair. He was lying mostly on his back, one arm was sprawled out under him, and the other bent to his side. She could tell he was tall by how long he was. And he seemed kind of thin, like he hasn't eaten in a while. She could already see scrapes along his face from what she assumed was when he landed and skidded across the earth.
She lowered herself close to his body, she reached out to check his pulse. Before she even reached him, he let out a low groan. That answered that question. So, the man was alive. She continued to reach for his neck and find his pulse. It was beating faintly, but she could feel it slowly getting stronger the longer she checked.
"I think you'll survive," she whispered to the man.
She pulled her hand away, squared her shoulders, and took a deep breath. Right. Now to see where else he was injured.
He wore some weird armor-like outfit made of gold metal and green and black leather. It was hard to tell if he was bleeding or not. Her hands slide down to his chest and to his side, checking for any reactions. The moment her hands came in contact to where his ribs would be green eyes shot open and he groaned in pure agony.
She ripped her now bloody hands away, "Sorry!" She really hadn't meant to cause him that much pain.
Green eyes flashed and looked at her, "Stay away!" he growled out.
She heard an accent, so he wasn't from here.
She held her hands up in a surrendering gesture, "I'm just trying to help you."
He stood up abruptly, making Angela scoot back quickly. His vision swarmed and dizziness hit him like Mjolnir hitting his chest. He stumbled a bit and held his aching head. By the Norns, how far did he fall?!
Angela stood up slowly trying not to move too quickly. When he began to stumble again, she went to his side to steady him only to have her hands slapped away.
"I said, 'stay away' or can you not hear?!" He hissed at her. His side was in excruciating pain and her holding it did not help.
"And I told you I was trying to help." She replied calmly and returned to his side. When he hissed in pain she let go and went to the other side. When he didn't do anything, she steadied him.
Loki's vision filled up with black dots, but he kept his gaze on her. From the looks of it, she looked mortal. Perhaps Midgardian, but he wasn't sure. "And what can you do?" He sneered at her. He doubted she could truly help him; most mortals were incompetent.
Angela paused briefly. What could she do? She couldn't take him to the hospital, that's for sure. He was an alien. He looked human, but for all she knew he could have two hearts. And the public wouldn't respond very well to an alien. Especially after what happened after Puente. She thought about taking him to SHIELD, but then thought better of it. They would interrogate the guy instead of allowing him to heal. They would probably study him like a science experiment. At the moment they were on high alert after Thor and his brother's little spat and whoever this was didn't deserve to be treated like that. She could take him home and help him. Angela was experienced with injuries, having sustained a lot over her lifetime and had to fix many other people's injuries. She had medical supplies there as well.
"I can heal you," she replied.
He pushed Angela off with a considerable amount of strength for a heavily injured person. He stalked away a few feet, albeit with a limp. He looked back at her skeptically, "Why?"
Angela blinked in surprise. Why? Why was she helping this man? Not even a man, this alien. Logically, she should take him to SHIELD. Aliens did just destroy an entire town. But as she looked at him, standing there holding his side in pain, she couldn't do it. She knew what they would do. So why? "Because I can help you," she answered.
He scoffed, then clutched his side in pain. "There's always a reason," he said before swaying once again.
Angela quickly was by his side again and placed one of his long arms around her shoulder. "Alright, big guy. We're going to my house."
It wasn't difficult to keep his tall frame up, until they got to the part where she had to pull him up and out of the ditch. For a thin guy, he was heavier than she expected. However, the further they walked, the more he leaned on her and more pain shot throughout his body.
She flicked her eyes up to look at him and say the pain etched in his face. "Hold on," she whispered, "we're almost to my car."
The moment they reached her black SVU, she leaned him against the side of the car. She quickly opened up the back door to let him in. She turned back to him and saw him leaning against the door with his eyes closed, seemingly taking a breather. She gently touched his arm to get his attention. She guided him to crawl into the backseat of the car.
Loki crawled in and let his head rest against the seat. He heard the door next to him slam, and then a few seconds later another door open and slam shut. He could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away from him. His eye lids were getting heavy and the black dots were getting bigger and bigger. He could vaguely hear the woman speaking to him, but he couldn't make out the words. His eyes finally closed and he was out.
Angela looked in the back to see him out. It wasn't that surprising, seeing how much blood he had lost and how injured he was.
As she pulled off, her mind went back to the question the man- well alien had asked her. Why? Why did she do this? She peeked in the backseat at him, and sighed. He needed help. And it seemed like he didn't get much kindness in his life judging by his response to her. This had to be the most reckless thing she has done so far. She had an unknown alien in the back of her car. He was weak, but he had enough power to push her. Who knew how powerful he truly was? Who knew how dangerous he was?
It didn't matter now. At the moment he was hurt and needed help. He would probably die if she didn't help him out.
She sighed. She had a busy day, and she was going to have a busy night.