"Come on guys! I have a wife and kids at home!" The man cried as he was pulled away from the truck by two burly S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
"Shut up, Agent Sheldon." Maria Hill said tiredly. She was in one of the bunkers, where it had exits for the trucks. They didn't have enough trucks for all the people evacuating and the crates full of comic books. So some sacrifices had to be made.
"What's even in those dumb crates anyway?!" Agent Sheldon asked as several agents loaded the crates onto the truck.
"That's classified." Maria Hill replied. Then she looked at her Ipad, and after triple-checking to make sure all the the crates had been loaded, turned and started leaving, intent on finding the Director. The whole place had begun to shake a few minutes ago, but then it had abruptly ceased.
She wondered if the Director was finally dead so she could take his place.
Before she could reach the door, however, it slid open. Maria stopped in her tracks when she saw an unfamiliar figure walk in. He was a tall, pale, sickly-looking man. In his hand was a chainsaw, which had blades that were glowing blue. Surrounding him were agents who appeared to have a bloody stain on the front of their shirts. As she looked closer, she also saw that their eyes were black.
"Um," Maria licked her lips as they walked past her without so much as a glance. "Who... who is that...?"
One of the agents turned, and Maria recognized him as that emo guy—Clint Barton.
"That's Mr. Loki." He said with a lopsided grin. Maria saw the other agents begin grabbing weapons.
"What the hell happened to your eyes?" Maria asked, walking closer. "And did you get hurt? Why's there blood all over your chest?"
Clint's smile faded, and for a second he looked blank. "You will find out soon enough." Clint said in a robotic voice. And with that he turned and walked over to his fellow black-eyed agents.
"Where's Fury?" Maria ventured closer to them. "What happened to the whole building? What happened to the Tesseract?"
The agents ignored her, but the guy with the chainsaw-evidently, Mr. Loki-began laughing softly.
Maria turned and looked sharply at him.
"My dear, I'm afraid you're asking far too many questions." He said. "Also, I'm going to need these trucks." He pointed to the trucks currently loaded with comic books.
"Sorry, you can't have them." Maria crossed her arms. "Who are you, anyway?"
Mr. Loki merely shot her a smile. He turned and walked over to a nearby pickup-truck. The back was loaded with crates, but several of the agents were throwing the crates out.
"Hey!" Maria shouted. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at Mr. Loki. He didn't so much as look at her, he merely sat down in the back of the now-empty pickup truck, laying the chainsaw across his lap. A wave of irritation crossed his face.
"Perfect. Has this idiotic realm never heard of safety restraints?" Mr. Loki growled.
"Sir, there are seat-belts in the front," A man said. Maria turned and saw that it was Dr. Selvig. He too, had black eyes and a red stain on his shirt.
"Yet none in the back. Interesting." Mr. Loki raised an eyebrow. By this time Maria was feeling very confused.
"Who are you?" She asked once again, holding her gun up to Mr. Loki's forehead. He just sighed.
"I am Loki of Asgard, burdened with glorious purpose, your future king and god." Mr. Loki said quickly.
"Um…" Maria really did not know what to say. Was this guy on drugs?
Before she could even think about what she was supposed to do, she felt a heavy blow get dealt to her head. She fell over immediately, dazed. She watched as the room spun before her eyes, feeling sick.
Then she heard someone yelling in the distance. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but as she listened the yelling seemed to get closer to her, until finally she realized someone was literally screaming in her ear.
"What the fuck?!" She pushed herself up, but the screaming still continued, and she saw it was none other than Phil Coulson, his jaw hanging open and his eyes bugging out of his head. He didn't stop screaming to catch his breath. He just stood there. Giving the man a glare, Hill looked around and was just in time to catch the trucks zooming out of the parking lot.
"Shit!" Hill shouted, starting to run after them. But it was too late; the trucks had already vanished. She looked around and saw that one truck was still left, although it was loaded with crates. Without hesitation, Hill ran to it, and as she did she noticed that two agents laid nearby the truck. They were both mutilated to the point where they looked more like spaghetti with tomato sauce than humans.
Swallowing down the urge to vomit, she stepped over them and opened the driver's door. As she had been doing all of this Coulson was still screaming. As she looked back, she noticed several other agents standing behind him, holding suitcases and bags, staring blankly off at nothing.
"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Maria yelled at Coulson, looking over her shoulder. At that, Coulson stopped screaming and turned. He stared at Maria for a moment and then started screaming again.
"Where's The Director?" Maria asked, wondering if she should wait for him.
"He's DEAAAAADDD!" Coulson screamed. "And that chainsaw man got the TESSERAAAAAACT!"
Maria felt shock course through her. Could it be true that Fury was finally dead?
She felt the overwhelming desire to run around and dance, but refrained it; her new leadership would do no good if the Tesseract was missing.
She had to get it back.
So, she jumped into the vehicle, slammed the door, and started it up. The way out of the parking lot was a long tunnel, at least a mile long. She could catch them.
Maria started the car and slammed down on the gas, speeding into the tunnel.
Coulson waited until Maria Hill had driven away, and then stopped screaming, closing his mouth abruptly. He turned and left the parking lot, heading for the helicopter bay. He heard the footsteps of the agents behind him. He looked back and made sure they were still carrying their important baggage.
It wasn't a long walk to the helicopter bay on the outside of the building, which had grown eerily quiet. It was the calm before the storm, Coulson thought grimly. He approached Fury's helicopter and got in. The pilot was gone, where he had gone to Coulson didn't know, or care. He could fly the plane himself. Coulson waited until the rest of the agents had boarded, and then started flying the plane.
Loki frowned as he inspected his glowing chainsaw. He hadn't been on earth for ten minutes and it was already getting dirty. He brushed off some of the guts with his sleeve. When he was ruler of this disgusting realm nothing would ever get dirty. Loki leaned back tiredly. He felt sick. The truck was going too fast. Perhaps he would tell them to slow down.
Loki's thoughts were interrupted when he saw the headlights of a vehicle approaching up ahead. His eyebrows narrowed; as far as he was concerned, the vehicle he was riding in was the one in the back.
Which meant that they were being followed.
Before Loki had anytime to yell at one of his enslaved agents there was a couple loud bangs, followed by the breaking of the glass window he had his back to.
"Someone is shooting at us!" Clint Barton shouted, his head popping out the side window to look at him.
"Really? I didn't notice!" Loki spat. "Kill them, you idiot!"
Barton extended his arm out of the window, clutching a pistol in his hand. He fired at the approaching truck, which in turned slowed down, lengthening the distance between them.
"You have a terrible aim," Loki said lazily, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. "I could have that truck explode in the time it takes you to load your primitive weapon."
Barton continued firing at the truck, until it was apparent that his gun was empty.
Loki laughed to himself, amused at Barton's failure to complete a simple task. But his amusement was cut rather short, for the minute the bullets had stopped raining down on the approaching truck, it began to accelerate, coming closer to them.
"Tell the driver to go faster!" Loki shouted frantically when he saw the truck wasn't stopping. Barton yelled something at the driver, then stuck his head back out the window and threw his empty pistol at the truck.
At this point, the truck was mere inches away, and Loki could clearly see the person driving it. It was that woman he'd thought Barton had killed. With a snarl he realized that, evidently, if he wanted something done right he would just have to do it himself.
He started raising his chainsaw when the truck collided into the bed of his truck. Loki was thrown back against the car.
"Stop! You will not fire upon your king!" Loki shouted at the woman. She ignored him like the fool she was. Loki stood up in the bed, clinging to the railing on the sides of the bed, raising his chainsaw in the air. However, the truck once again smashed into the back, this time causing it to cave in on itself. Loki nearly fell off the truck, but managed to regain his balance. Once he had straightened himself, he fired the ray of the chainsaw at the car. The woman ducked at the last second, but that didn't stop him from hitting the truck. Her truck swerved and crashed into the wall.
Loki sat back down, shaking his head. He became aware of the sound of clapping.
"Way to go Mr. Loki!" Barton exclaimed gleefully. The mundane title made Loki cringe. "Shut up, Barton!" He said.
"Okay." Barton said. Loki felt his sick-feeling come back, stronger this time. Ignoring it, he scanned the back of the tunnel, making sure that there were no more agents pursuing them. It was then that he heard the entire facility rumbling. It did not worry him at first—even if they ran out of time and the whole place collapsed on him he was fairly certain he'd survive. It would just be a minor inconvenience. But then he remembered that he wasn't holding the Tesseract; he had given it to another agent to hold. Cursing himself, Loki turned back and shouted at the trucks ahead;
"Can you not go any faster?!"
He was about to yell more, but then in a flash they were outside. The cool night air instantly helped with Loki's car-sickness. They had not been out of the tunnel for thirty seconds when the whole building they had just left started collapsing on itself. Loki laughed, satisfied with how things were going.
That is, he was satisfied until he heard something over the engines of the car, until he looked up into the dark sky and saw a bright light.
It was a helicopter. Somehow one of those fools managed to get out.
"Sir! Helicopter at three o'clock!" Barton yelled out the window.
"I see it," Loki confirmed, standing up again and holding onto the truck's railing for support. With his free hand he raised his chainsaw and shot a ray of blue energy at the helicopter. The first shot missed, but on the second time it hit the helicopter and set it on fire. Loki watched as several men jumped out of it.
"I can fly!" One of them said as he fell to his death.
The helicopter started falling from the sky, succumbing to the flames.
"Fireworks!" Barton cried. The helicopter smashed into the ground with a deafening crash and an explosion of fire and bits of metal. Loki watched in admiration as the helicopter faded away into the distance.
It was only when he could no longer see the bright glow of the fire when he turned to Barton, who still had his head stuck out the window. Loki rolled his eyes. Although he had only taken a brief glimpse into his head, that had been enough for Loki to know just what kind of person Barton was. He complained about the smallest things in life, whined that his life was so hard, and thought everyone trying to help him was wrong. At least, that was how he had been before Loki took control of him; now he was acting very subservient and docile, and more dumb than he had ever been.
Barton gave Loki a cheerful smile. Loki looked back at the road, shutting his eyes as again he felt a wave of nausea.
"You alright, Mr. Loki?" Barton asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Loki didn't reply, deciding that it would make him feel worse if he tried.
"We can stop at the hospital, Mr. Loki." Barton said loudly.
"Just be quiet, I'll be fine in a minute." Loki hissed through his teeth. There was a brief silence, and Loki was just starting to feel slightly better when Barton spoke again, in a loud, shouting voice that rang through Loki's ears;
"Would you like an Advil Mr. Loki?!"
At the sound of Barton, Loki firmly grasped the rails and vomited over the edge of the moving truck. When he had finished he leaned back away from the edge, groaning in misery. The All-powerful king couldn't even ride in a Midgardian transportation device without getting sick, he thought with bitterness as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Barton said. Loki looked in anger at him. Barton shrunk back, frowning. Loki let out a breath, deciding against yelling at Barton, and instead began to elaborate on where exactly he wanted to be. He gave Barton directions to one of Selvig's underground labs. Originally, Loki had planned to set up shop back at the facility he had just destroyed, but upon reading from Selvig's mind that he had an entire underground, hidden lab, he decided that it would be even better. Loki instructed Barton to relay the information to the drivers. As Barton disappeared, Loki looked up to the skies, clenching his jaw as he did so.
They were watching him.
They were always watching.
Making sure he would not step out of line.
Loki allowed a smile to creep across his face. Let them watch. Let them all watch while they had the chance. He'd get what was rightfully his, and more. So much more.
He looked back down at his chainsaw and chuckled under his breath.
I'm sorry that I didn't update on time, the chapter writing process took slightly longer than I expected.
Welp, that's it until next week! I'd love some feedback on the story, so go ahead and leave a review if you'd like!