It's good to be back! I mean it seriously. But anyway, sorry for the long break in between, and yeah...
I kind of guess once I started school, I got lazy. Very lazy. I'm sorry. Anyway, I don't own anything, save for my characters and plot line.
Luna slid into the cushion seat with a scrape of cloth she sneaked in draped practically over it.
It was a small space, designed for one, two children at most, not three adults. It was a tight cramp, and Thor had to sit on the floor in a pathetically small space.
Luna pulled down a hanger, and pressed a few buttons. The engine started, but there was no other reaction.
"Are you sure you can drive this? Can it even fly?" Loki questioned sceptically.
"Uh no, actually. I don't really even know if it can fly." Luna admitted, "This is the first time I'm flying it."
"You what?!" All of them were flung sideways and Thor literally flew of the small speeder.
"I can drive!" She complained, "Well I can drive a car. That's close enough, right?"
A commotion was heard at the back of the ship, causing a slight rocking.
"Oh come on, start!" She dug her heel into the pedal at the bottom, stolen from a actual car somewhere, and slammed the top of the control panel.
Sure enough, the machine roared to life and took up into the air, not quite gracefully.
"Yes!" Luna laughed and raised both hands, the sudden lack of control causing the ship to lunge sideways.
It did a flip and banged into the side of the wall. "Hang on," She ordered, swinging it into a clear path.
A while later and the ship emerged into space, free from its captors. A sudden twist and it crashed into the side of the rocky terrain.
"Whoops!" Luna cringed, though somewhat gleefully. The brothers stared at each other worriedly.
Luna frowned. "Hey, don't give me that look. I've been doing 'this' since you could walk. Its just been a while."
"A car and this are two completely different things." Thor commented.
"Oh shut up. Are they still following us?" A nod from both. She gritted her teeth and shouted a warning before turning a sharp right.
"Sorry!" She called to the back, "Is there anything explosive, maybe, to throw at them?"
"Forget that and focus on driving that thing!"
"They'll catch up, and follow us back to Asgard. Surely you won't want that?" She yelled back.
A beeping sound caught her attention. Her wrist started to hurt badly, and there was a glowing bright light from inside it.
"What's that?"
"This is just for your safety, and ours." Thanos assured, as the chitauri instructed her to hold up one hand. "Besides, do nothing wrong, and nothing will happen."
"Try to escape, and you'll see. Of course I'm aware should you decide to try and take yours and our lives with you, you could. So as a safety measure, your brother shall remain with us. Unless you want to blow him up too." He cackled.
The far younger her stared at him with wide innocent eyes, not processing what was happening.
They held up a tube filled with a strange silver fluid similar to the colour of her hair, and held it to her wrist.
"There will be no screaming, otherwise for you." Thanos warned before giving the signal to continue.
The pain came instantly, but luckily left equally quickly. It felt prickly at first, like pressing gently on needles, then grew like fire and spread to the rest of her, all in a matter of seconds. Having a lesser pain resistance, she screamed, and her eyes filled with tears.
Thanos' smacked her across the head, hard enough for her to cease her crying instantly, and she crashed on the floor. Thanos' eyes glinted, "I warned you." Before walking away. It was over, and she was left back in her cell with her.
She hugged her legs to her chest as Max examined her neck with curiosity. She whimpered pathetically and looked at the site of the injection.
There was a small bump on it, and it still hurt pretty badly, but most of all there was a ugly mark on it where the skin twisted, like a burn.
"What's that?" Max reached out to touch it.
Luna flinched away from the touch and sniffed, "It's a restrain. They said that if I try to escape, I'll die."
"A bomb." She whispered to herself. She stood up, her silver hair whipping in the wind.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm going to let go, so someone take the wheel." Luna warned.
"Wait!" Thor demanded.
"Too late!" Her hands left the wheel and the ship immediately shot straight towards the ground.
Thor made a dive for wheel, grabbing it before it hit anything.
She stood at the edge of the ship, hearing the beep get louder and louder. "What are you doing?" Thor struggled to keep a hold of the wheel.
"You remember my little trick with fire back on midgard? I'm thinking of replicating it. I won't even need gasoline for this."
"No! Are you crazy?"
She nodded, "Maybe a little."She took a step.
Loki grabbed her wrist, "You're not doing that."
"Oh yeah? Who are you to stop me?"
"You're going to kill yourself just like that? Just going to give up without using another way?"
"I'm due to die anyway!" She shouted.
He froze, but didn't loosen his grip, "What are you talking about? No one knows when to die." He scoffed.
"I do! Its going to blow up, and we'll all die!" She wrenched her hand away, "Since I'm going to die anyway, it's better to take them out as well, isn't it?"
"Didn't think of that, did you?" She smiled.
"I... That thing is a bomb?"
"Yes."
Seeing as that there was absolutely no response, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.