Chapter 4: Gods and Monsters


Steve knew the roar was a warning, and then he fell back onto his military training as he pulled Agent Romanoff under his shield.

He barely had the time to bark, "Get down!"

Soon, they where all shielded by Amelia's massive body. The massive, snowy-white creature roared, her scales shuddered, turning a once pristine white to white with streaks of ebony and deep, blood-red stripes that zip-zagged all over her body. Steve never saw this side of Amelia before and it terrified him. She was always sweet and gentle, despite her massive size of forty feet in length, from the tip of her muzzle to the tip of her tail. Then he realized he was in her massive palm, cradled to her chest. Even without his enhanced senses from the serum, he could hear her massive heart beat in a slow, steady rhythm. He slowly blacked out, as he dimly heard the concerned voices of Dr. Banner, Stark, Thor, and Agent Romanoff call out to him.


Natasha Romanoff was covered in dust, Banner, Stark and Thor looked like her right about now. She shook her head, spraying dust everywhere. SHIELD repair teams ran to the sight of the mess, some of them offering to call Medical. One of the agents leaned towards her, offering to help her up.

"Don't worry about me, help Steve," it was the first time she called him by his first name. She always called him Captain, Rodgers or Captain Rodgers, out of respect. He always called her Romanoff, Agent Romanoff or Ma'am.

"Uh, miss, I'm not going near that thing," he responded in his southern drawl. A low, rumbling growl escaped Amelia's mouth as she narrowed her vertical slits she had for pupils at the offending voice.

"That thing has a name, and it is Amelia," Natasha warned, fully knowing how Amelia is. She doesn't tolerate any form of mishandling. Only a slight change in voice from Steve was enough to get a change from her. She had never seen Steve use a firm hand on her.

Almost on cue, Amelia's demonic coloration shifted and peeled away, showing her soft, angelic, snowy scales to the world again. She made a low, rumbling purr as she lowered her palm, extending her claws. Steve was curled up in the massive palm, shuddering and shivering. He was having a panic attack. None of the SHIELD agents understood Amelia as well as she did, but all of them got the point that she would not attack without reason.


From his cell, Loki grinned a fox-like smile, his plan was coming together. His original idea was to unleash the beast within the man called Dr. Banner. Then Barton told him of the white drake that belonged to Captain Rodgers. It would make the perfect pet, an animal so loyal, it would not hesitate to sink its fangs into his enemies. However he had underestimated its intelligence for that creature would not tolerate a cruel alpha, a mad tyrant king, as its ruler. So, he came to the conclusion that it was worth the risk to unleash both. The beast who hidden himself away as a man and the white, wingless drake who pretended to be an angel. Two perfect allies in his war. He faintly heard the loud, shrill roar that came from the snowy scaled creature's mouth. It was going smoothly for now.


Amelia froze in fear. She smelled the fear rolling off the agents in waves and the pure, blinding white terror rolling off from her Father. She understood that he had nightmares. And where he got those nightmares from. A part of her wanted to meet his old pack, The Howling Commandos. From the sound of it, this Bucky, was his old beta. She made a low, chittering sound, as her red-gold eyes darted around nervously in their sockets. She sniffed the air, as a attempt to calm herself down. Then she caught a scent. It was cold and icy, devoid of life. She snarled, it was the same scent she had smelled on Hawkeye. The same twisted scent.

Opening her jaws, she let out a thunderous, bellowing roar of pure fury. Anger rolled off her in waves. No one hurt pack and got away with it. No one. She was not about to let this twisted one be the first. She had no idea what she was, but one thing was clear. She was a force of nature, a hunter. She knew where she belonged on the food chain. She was not about to let this usurper get away. The scent told her it was male, and she was not about to allow this false king get away with it.


From the observation deck in the Hellicarrier, Fury nearly dropped his weapon in shock. A thunderous, booming roar rocked the bullet-proof glass of the hellicarrier. He at first, thought that it was the Hulk that made that deep roar, but he didn't heard of any reports of Banner turning. Hill walked up to him, her eyes sharp, yet fearful.

"Sir, what was that?" she asked, trying to control her fear.

"That was not the Hulk," Fury answered, quietly knowing that some idiot pissed Amelia off. He secretly hoped that it was Loki.

Both Fury and Hill looked at each other, now fully knowing that Amelia might go on a rampage. They both flinched as Amelia roared again, causing the bullet proof glass to wobble and rock, as her roar echoed off the Hellicarrier's side. They did not see Amelia's scales shift again, from her normal, soft, angelic, snow-white coloring; to a demonic, blood-red with pitch-black stripes and bright, bone-white splashes of white. They didn't need to, for the pitch of her roar spoke volumes. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.


Amelia roared, her thunderous, angry, bellowing roar shaking the side of the Floating Nest. Cold-One had hurt her pack. Father was pack, Thunder-Voice was pack, Nat was pack, Odd-Smell was pack, Shy-Voice was pack, Kind-One was pack, and strangely enough, One-Eye was pack, and Sharp-sight was pack as well. She'll protect pack with claw and fang. Then she roared as she rose to her full height, sniffing the air. She smelled Sharp-sight's scent, but twisted. She followed it, instincts telling her to hunt. To protect pack. Protect Father from threat. Amelia's roar rang out again, this time deeper in pitch and more aggravated. Her scales shifted from her normal snowy white color, then she was gone, perfectly camouflaged against the cold, dark-grey iron of the Hellicarrier.


Steve slowly woke up, his blue eyes fluttering. Groaning, he sat on the side of the thin, hard and cold MedBay bed. Looking over him was Tony Stark, who stared at him with sympathy in his warm, brown eyes.

"Please, don't do that again," Tony deadpanned, with slight worry in his voice.

"Okay, Bucky, I got it," Steve humored, laughing a little. Then he looked around, trying to find Amelia. He didn't see the snowy white scales, and he began to worry.

"Where is she?" Steve asked trying to hide the panic in his voice.

"I don't know, after you passed out, she got really mad," Tony answered.

"Oh no," Steve groaned.

"Why? What is it?" Tony asked again, sounding curious and concerned at the same time.

"I am worried about what Fury would do to her," he finally answered.

"FURY?!" Tony screeched, sounding alarmed. On cue, Fury walked in, glaring like his surname.

"Captain, Stark, do I need to get a marriage counsellor for you?" he asked, all humor dried from his voice.

"No, sir,"

"What he said,"

"Good, no that we are on even terms, I want to know why the hell is Amelia looking at Loki like he's a T-bone steak?" Fury demanded, sounding like a parent. Steve turned a firehouse red, while Tony tugged at his worn AC/DC shirt.

"Wait..dose Amelia know who is responsible for this mess?" Tony asked, but making his question sound like a statement.

"Uh, I don't think so, but could she pick up Loki's scent on Clint?" Fury asked, but his voice made it a demand.

Steve picked up on the hidden message in Fury's voice, the unanswered fear. Can Amelia kill? The time displaced man never seen Amelia act aggressive towards anyone, not even Agent Sitwell. Steve figured it was possible given her size, claws and ivory daggers that lined her mouth, but all the time he had been with Amelia, she never once acted out, except for food. Then there was a high-pitched yelp, and a shrill, yet powerful roar that echoed for miles.


Agent Phill Coulson was confused. And he was rarely confused on his job, being a SHIELD agent, one had to accept the odd, the wacky and the weird as a part of daily life. He was about to blast the literal god of mischief away. But then he was picked up by Amelia's massive hand, dark gray talons curling protectively around him. Phil saw red, hot, crimson blood drip down Amelia's massive forearm onto the cold, gray steel floor.

A low, rumbling growl escaped her jaws as she pulled him closer to her chest. He saw Thor planning his escape from the cage that was designed to kill the Hulk, but Phil quietly disapproved of that plan, for killing the Hulk would also mean killing Banner. He had to give Loki props, he was smart, he'll give him that, but he couldn't outwit the cunning intelligence that Amelia possessed. Amelia parted her jaws, and she roared. It was loud, and both he and Thor had to cover their ears from the shrill, high-pitched roar that came from Amelia.

Loki flinched back, fear radiating in his eyes. Then Phill saw the sheer desperation flash in Loki's pale, icy-blue eyes, and he knew what the god was planning. Then the god pressed the red button, plummeting Thor to his downfall, quite literately. The god rabbited, taking in their confusion, fleeing the scene, like the clever fox he was. Phill was gently lowered to the ground, Amelia softly growling at him, her bright red-gold eyes glazed over in pain.


A/N: This is chapter might end up being the longest in the fic, but there will be a another time-jump in the next chapter. Far warning, the next chapter will take place after the events of The Avengers, and I do plan on introducing a Jurassic Park character. I should put up a poll of who you want to see next.