Hello, and here's the sixth chapter of The Last Avenger. So, the god of thunder is going to face a child of many struggles. You will see why Rahul is called that. Also, yeah, Levi is going to be a lot more human in this story. Also, lastly, try reading this chapter while listening to Kamado Tanjiro no Uta, since that was the song I listened to while writing this story. I've finished Re:Zero and Demon Slayer so I can add more stories to the series I have decided to call the Avengers series. Totally unoriginal, I know. But, for now, let's get into the sixth chapter of The Last Avenger.

I ran up to Thor, rage having utterly consumed me.

"Thor. I was supposed to kill Thanos. I… needed to kill him."

At first, he didn't even look towards me.

"With what? With Strength? You're a weak little human child." He turned around, not even looking down upon my face. He looked over me as if he were looking for someone else.

'Why… does everyone call me that?'

I gritted my teeth, and my fist tightened. Anger blazed through my eyes and voice. "I AM NOT WEAK."

With less than seconds to spare for me, he round-house kicked my stomach, sending me flying. Flying in the air, I eventually crashed onto the muddy ground, breaking my stitches as my body slowed down near the edge of a cliff face.

I felt paralyzed, blood spilling and staining the edge of the cliff face that I was on. I… felt weak. I… didn't like that.

As I stood up, Thor flew through the air with ease, pushing me down to the floor with his ax. "You're not weak?" He sent me reeling into the edge of the cliff, lowering his double-bladed ax to my neck, drawing blood onto the weapon. "Prove your strength and worth, or you will suffer the same fate as Thanos."

He didn't put any weight into it, as if lifting it alone would prove to be a feat. Which it was, in fact.

I grabbed the ax, but I couldn't lift it above my neck. I was inches away from the devil, and inches away from angels.

'No. I… have to… avenge the fallen… Only then… I'll die...'

The blade didn't move from my neck. It cut slightly into my neck, less than a quarter-inch away from my demise.

'Come on… I have to live… to carry the memories of my family… to save everyone… to free everyone… I have something… to protect… now...'

10 years ago

I was at an orphanage. I was tired. Alone.

Less than a week ago, I was spending time with the family that took me in. However, their time of happiness was ticking as soon as I entered their lives. The timer stopped when I turned 5.

Bullet shots rang through the night. The ringing of police sirens replaced the shots, and I looked over the death of my now-dead family. I couldn't stop crying, even weeks after the event.

I was sent to an orphanage, for the first time in my life.

Not many people talked to me, calling me a "freak" or something.

But I couldn't really hear them, because I was trapped in darkness, with no windows and 1 exit that I didn't have the key to.

But then, the door opened one day, and a man looked through it with the adoption lady not looking in, fear coating the side of her face.

The man looked through the dark prison, like a small flashlight shining in the night, struggling to reach through and eliminate the darkness. He had dark skin, with little hair covering the top of his head.

"Who is he? Why is he here?" The man asked.

The adoption lady gasped, but seized control of herself. "Um… well, he's a child who has lost his parents."

He snorted, facing the lady. "Well, obviously. What happened to him that warrants this treatment? What did he do?" The man seemed confused. I wasn't sure why.

"No… it's…" She looked at me with fear in her eyes, before whispering something in his ear.

The man's face, which looked happy, became somber as the lady told him… something. Maybe my situation. Maybe what I did.

"That's why we have kept Rahul in his room. To prevent him from harming the other children."

"That's like hitting a puppy to make it stop barking." A girl came out, looking behind the man's leg. She had fair skin and looked to be young, with a ponytail and a ribbon. She looked… innocently through the darkness that encapsulated me for the past few weeks.

As she looked at me, locking her gaze through the darkness, her eyes pierced through it. Like a lightbulb being turned on, shining in the night, her eyes slowly emptied the darkness in my prison. I… was entranced by their eyes. Warm. Loving. Kind. Emotions that I rarely saw in people's eyes. The only ones who did… I shuddered.

'They… are dead.' I whimpered, as I quietly moved away from the door, not wanting to escape my prison for their sakes.

"Are you sure you would like to adopt this child?" The lady seemed unnerved, but she tried to control her facial expression.

The girl ran over to the side of my room, through the dark, murky prison that I was trapped in, and embraced me, patting my back in comfort.

"It's okay now, Rahul." I felt her words against my neck as she whispered it to me, reaching through the bars placed within me.

"He's been through enough here. I think we should adopt him. Plus," A smile reappeared on his face as he came to face me and, supposedly, his daughter. "It seems like they get along quite well."

Then, she whispered in my ear, something that stuck with me for years, even till now.

"You are now free."

She carried my hand with her soft, cold hands, and took me away from the darkness, lighting the path for me to escape the prison I trapped myself in. I realized, as her smile and his smile had brightened my way outside this orphanage, how much they would mean to me.

'I… am now free... thanks to them.' As I looked at their smiling faces, I set out for one goal: 'I'll protect them… no matter the cost.'

Then, I heard the voices of everyone. My Mom. My Dad. My… sister. My previous parents. Then, the list grew, soon, I had multiple voices screaming inside me.

"Fight! Fight you hear me?!"

"Rahul, stand up!" A blonde-haired woman with sea-blue eyes spoke.

"Don't stop! Keep running!"

"Reach her!"

Then, something clicked, and the ax no longer felt like it weighed a ton. I lifted it above my body, to the surprise of Thor, and kicked his shins.

"Don't… talk down to me, Thor."

I stood up, looking down at the god for the first time.

I stood in a stance, unsure where the memories were coming from.

However, I stood my ground, obtaining the stance of one of the people in my memories. I held no katana nor sword, and I wasn't fighting a demon, but I held myself regardless, willing to fight god to achieve my goal.

Thor jumped back, but not in pain. Rather, he was just surprised.

However, that surprise didn't last long.

He swung at me, rage-fueled.

He swung at my neck. I crouched down and slid away from the ax. He swung it down, to which I jumped away again. I dodged every move, with ease. It felt like I was living out the memories I had seen. Running through the motions. Ducking under his cuts, slices, and moves. Everything.

'Mohini. Dad. Mom. Thanks to you… I am free.'

He swung again, and this time, I didn't move away.

'But now… I have to fight… not just to live, but to be free!'

The voices came back, yelling. Screaming.

"If you win, you live! If you lose, you die! If you don't fight, you can not win!"

The screaming of a man, fighting to protect the last of his family.

The slow piano notes that oozed pain and loss, but one that was focused.

Corpses lying on the battlefield, along with their horses, dying without knowing the truth.

With what little strength I had gained from the memories, I stopped the ax by the wooden handle, grabbing onto the God's hand. The hand was abused, rough. Just like the Thunder God himself.

In a short amount of time, I saw memories of a young thunder god and his failures.

His hammer being destroyed, his sister's and his brother's death, the destruction of his home. I saw everything.

As I saw the pain, I realized everything. His anger, his reasoning. Everything was laid bare, I just picked the pieces up.

'Oh. That's why. He's… in pain… like me...'

But that didn't stop the god from fighting me.

Thor, without wasting a second, kicked me off of the cliff, again at my ribcage.

There were jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff, but I was on the brink of losing consciousness, with broken bones, broken lungs, and a broken leg.

As the ground pulled me to its epicenter, I just thought,

'I can't… do anything…' Tears were forming in my eyes, as the ground grew closer and closer. I closed my eyes, waiting to be reunited with my family.

'I hope you guys are there in heaven. If such a thing exists, you five… you deserve it.'

But, at the last second, my suffering didn't end. The throbbing pain still existed, and I still felt the air passing through my body.

I opened my eyes, which were teary, and saw a black-haired man with a slightly worried face painted on his face. My eyes widened, and I cleared them of the tears, right before the man's landing on solid grass.

With genuine worry present in his voice, he said, "Are you okay?"

I raised my eyebrow, confused, but I nodded.

His face became stoic as the answer left my mouth, and he set my left leg against the ground to carry my weight.

"Good. Because you're covered in shit. Clean yourself up." He looked at me in disgust as he wiped his hands on the edges of his jacket, which looked like it hadn't been cleaned for weeks.

The woman who was previously restraining the Mad Titan now restrained the God of Thunder. The man in the massive red suit, who I came to know as Bruce Banner, held his right arm in place.

Captain America told him, "Thor. Don't pick a fight. There's no point fighting each other. He's gone through the same things you have."

Levi sighed. "Finally, something that I agree with," Levi muttered in my ear.

The god laughed, but it was somber.

"You mortals will never be able to understand the pain I've gone through."

That's what I heard in his laugh. The pain he spoke of.

Thor released himself from their respective grips, to which he just flew away. To where was unclear, but I knew it wasn't going to be the last I would ever see of him.

Burglars came into the house. However, instead of looking for money or jewels, they were looking for me. As if I was valuable.

The family of two protected me, but they were human. And, of course, humans had limits.

One bullet. Went into the father's leg.

Two bullets. The father's brain spilled out onto the floor. The woman went over him and I, shielding me from looking at her husband's fate.

Three bullets. The mother's shoulder had been shot. She shrieked in pain, but once she looked at me, and she held her gaze and stayed strong.

Four bullets. The mother kicked the man's leg down, causing him to miss. The ceiling had one bullet go through it.

Five bullets. The mother shrieking came to a halt, as her brain was splattered along the floor, over her husband.

I was horrified, feeling dizzy, but also scared for my life.

Then, the man overlooking their corpses spoke.

"Look. If you cooperate, and you leave with us, you will be able to live."

I looked at their bodies limping over like rag dolls.

I felt weak. Like I was powerless to stop the inevitable.

I ran away, not wanting to meet the same fate as my

Six bullets.

My shoulder was shot at, which made me collapse on the floor in pain.

'I'm… going to die? No, I can't die, not when they died for me...' I tried crawling, but my shoulder was shot. I couldn't move forward.

I tried to turn myself over, wanting to see the killer of my family.

His face became burned into my mind.

But, as soon as I looked him in the eyes, he lifted his gun.

He pulled the trigger.

I heard a click.

No bullets left.

Then, red and blue lights, along with ringing, replaced the darkness of the night, and the man cursed in the night.

He took out his phone, and spoke in language that I couldn't understand.

He ran off, leaving me with the death of my family.

I woke up, in the middle of the night, after the nightmare.

But it wasn't one. It happened, many years ago.

I woke up in my room, with the green blanket over me.

I remembered what happened only yesterday. I started to break down.

"Dad, Mohini, Mom… I'm sorry."

"Being sorry won't get you anywhere."

I turned my face, and I saw a black haired figure behind my door.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. It won't get you anywhere."

I grit my teeth. "Then what should I do, expert on pain?"

He gave a joyless laugh. "Honestly, I'm still figuring that out. I've lost… a lot too."

I remembered seeing his friends die in front of his eyes. I remembered his feelings. His powerlessness. His pain. His suffering.

I stopped myself, controlling my emotions. I got up from my bed, and saw Levi, with a bittersweet smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah. I know, Levi." I tried to touch his arm in comfort, but he swatted it away.

"But, what I do know, Rahul…" he whipped his head over, looking at me through the corner of his eye.

"Is that moping around till you get killed won't solve anything. You have to see the end, and go towards it."

I stepped back from the door. I looked at my hands, which had no blood on it. "But… how? I've… lost everything…"

He grabbed my shoulder, appearing in front of me.

"You haven't lost everything. You haven't lost anything." He said rather anxiously.

"Levi?"

"You are going to be fine, alright?! I'll make sure of it!" He yelled out.

I jumped back further, being creeped out by Levi, but he calmed down.

"Sorry. That's…" He looked more unnerved than anything else.

"Sorry. I… everything has happened… Erwin, Isabella, Furlan…"

I was still confused.

"I just… nearly everything that I've lost over the past decade… just randomly appeared. Everyone I've lost… just… came back…"

Tears flowed from his eyes for the first time I've met him.

I went to comfort him, but he slapped my hand away again.

"No. Don't." He looked at me fiercely, but not with anger.

The tears flowed from his eyes, and I just could only look.

Eventually, he stood up, with red eyes.

"Keep moving forward, even if you have nothing to live for. Even when the world wants you dead," he swallowed. "You have to keep moving forward. Even if you feel like there is nothing to live for, keep moving forward."

"Why…" I whispered.

He looked at me, with sorry eyes, but ones that shifted to anger.

"Because if you keep feeling sorry for yourself, you'll lose more than you already have lost!"

He punched my face, sending me flying into the wall.

"Yes, you are weak. You are an insect compared to a god."

I tried standing up, but Levi kicked me back down.

"But you have to go forward, because you would die hating your life, and enjoying your death." He kicked me down again, and blood spilled out of my mouth.

"So… keep moving forward, until you stop feeling sorry for yourself. Disconnect from the pain. Don't feel it."

The pain set in, but I didn't cry out. I… disconnected myself from the pain.

He kicked me, till I was blue and black.

When he stopped, his eyes reformed into the calm, tired ones I had seen when I had first met him.

"Stand up." He calmly said.

I listened, and stood up, despite the injuries he caused upon me. I… didn't feel the pain. In fact, it felt like they had disappeared.

'He's… right. I'm… weak…'

The doorbell rang.

'Huh?'

I walked down towards the door, and saw… the guard who I talked to on my first night in prison.

"Hey kid! Open up!"

Levi clicked his tongue.

"Well, what do you want to do? Do you want to go back?"

I opened the door, and the man tackled me. Levi and the other people in the house disappeared, as I told him to do, so only I was getting arrested.

"Where are the other people?!" He yelled at me once he tackled me down.

"They… they left me to die…" I lied.

He clicked his tongue, but brought me back into his police car, ready to bring me back to prison.

I looked down, towards the floor of his police car. 'I am weak… but I will get stronger. Levi… Thor… mark my words… I will become strong!"

I looked up, with a new burning fire in my eyes, and one that would be set ablaze soon.

And that's the sixth chapter. Does Levi seem OOC in this? Also, for the people who are mad about the one sided showdown between Thor and Rahul, don't worry, there will be a follow up on a battle between Rahul and Thor, and Levi will later fight Rahul, so stay tuned for that. Otherwise, you know what to do, so I'll see you guys next time, whenever I decide for the next chapter to release. Just kidding, you guys have waited for several months. Sorry, but I'm planning on getting it on track.