Thank you for reviewing.I know my story and grammar isn't the best but I'm working on it. I got a fantastic Beta! And thank you for liking my story. It means a lot. And if you're still here after my babbling, sorry for not updating so long.
The chapter's short, but it's important. Oh and I was thinking if I should do a Loki's POV thing. What do you think?
Anyways, on with the story..
Chapter 3
(PRUE'S POV)
"You were... working on nucleur weapons?" I asked Nick Fury, my voice shaking from surpressed rage at the revelation. Heck, my whole body was trembling from rage as I tried to keep myself in control. 'How dare they. How dare they threaten MY planet with weapons? My mother will hear about this.'
Nick Fury tried to explain and of course Stark being Stark and Steve being Steve, they started arguing again. Steve was telling Stark to out on a suit so that they can 'go a few rounds'. That has so many different meanings...
"You humans are so petty," Thor said catching my eye and I glared at him, knowing what he was hinting at. "And tiny."
I heard Doctor Banner sort of curse softly. 'Shit if Bruce curses, it's bad.' That was my last thought before I was blasted off my feet. My back slammed against the hard wall and I groaned. I was definitely gonna have a bruise later.
That was when I heard a really loud growl/shout. Warning bells rang loudly in my head as I put two and two together. I scrambled to my feet, commotion on this aircraft thingy can only mean one thing.
"Loki..." I growled, taking off in the direction of the holding room.