Chapter 6

Enchantress's POV

It was nearly a day after coming into Midgard that Enchantress already made herself at home. Although, she was greatly unamused. She knew that mortals were weak and stupid, but she, at least, expected them to have grown few centuries.

"I don't see why Loki wants this world, so... pathetic." she said. "Grape!"

In time Enchantress caught the foolish mortals with surprise, found a place that was suitable for a queen, England.

"Stupid mortals following an old hag... well, I suppose it's better than being rule by Odin." she spat as sat in the chair of Queen Elizabeth. "Though, I wonder... will Thor come down in defense for his little mortals, or his little Jane Foster? Oh, it'll be wondrous making her see Thor wanting me instead of her."

An evil smile crept onto her as imagine Jane crying as Thor called out for Enchantress. But her thoughts were interrupted as Loki's voice came in her head.

"What do you think you are doing, Enchantress?" Loki demanded.

"Making myself a Queen." she replied. "If I'm to help you conquer these mortals, at the very least, I can be queen."

"We don't have time for your foolish dreams." Loki spat.

"Oh, and your dream aren't foolish enough?" she said sarcastically.

"What I have isn't a dream, it is a calling, a destiny." Loki corrected.

"Of what?" she asked. "Being a king, getting back at your father for giving the kingdom to Thor?"

"I AM A KING!" Loki shouted in anger. "The rightful king of Asgard. Thor is nothing but a oaf, a waste of pure air."

"Really?" she said as she chuckled. "And why is that?"

"Because he doesn't deserve it. When I was a child, I was led to believe I a had a chance to become king, only to later realize that dear Odin was never going give me the throne. Thor was given everything, yet I shed blood and sweat and still Odin doesn't see, nobody sees." Loki answers.

"Not even Sif?" she adds.

Silence came from Loki as Enchantress mentioned her.

"The fact that she prefer that hammer wielding oaf disgusts me." Loki said as he scoffs.

"Women love powerful men, especially, a powerful prince." the witch adds.

"Such as you." Loki fires back.

"Meaning?" Enchantress trying to steel herself.

"Don't think I don't see you fancying that oaf, the way you hide in the shadows when he cleans himself or the fact that you pose yourself in Sif's image just for you to have your way." Loki pointed out. "Poor Amora, can have any man she wants but can't have the one that matters. How tragic."

"Yes, how tragic." a deep and gravely unknown voice sounded and suddenly the sky turned dark, the stars made themselves known, the walls crumpled away into a desolate place and two stood together across the their ally, The Other.

Wearing mostly black and gold armor, with extra fingers on the sides of his hands and having a chin with lines buried in it suggested to Amora that he was a being she had not known.

"I take it this is this Other, Loki spoke of." Amora guessed.

"Yes, the Chitauri are restless." the being spoke.

"Let them tend themselves" Loki started. "We will lead them into glorious battle."

"Battle?" the other questioned. "Against the meager blight of Earth."

"Glorious? Not likely." the witch interjected. "If your forces is formidable has you claim"

"You question us?!" the being snapped back. "Question him? He, who put specter in your hands and given you a new purpose while both of you were cast out, defeated."

"I was a king!" the trickster fired. "The rightful king of Asgard, betrayed.

"Oh, your ambition is little." the Other replied.

"Finally, something we agree upon." Amora said as she rolled her eyes.

"Born of childish need." the being continued. "We'll on the Earth to greater wealth, the Tesseract will unveil!"

"You don't have the Tesseract, do you?" Amora questioned.

At that question, the Other came at them at blinding speed and raised his hands to them.

"I didn't threaten." Amora said with a smirk. "But until we open the doors."

"Until your force is ours to command." Loki spoke.

"You are but words." Amora and Loki said in union.

"You will have your war, Asgardian's." the Other spoke up as he started to walk in circle to their backs. "If you two should fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us there will no realm, no barren moon, no cremis where he cannot find you. You think you both know pain, he will make you long for something as sweet as pain!"

A flash of light blinded her as she was brought back to her England throne breathing heavily with little sweat drops forming.

"Amora, you will head to a place call Norway and become a distraction for your forces to retrieve the items needed." Loki's voice came to sound.

"Very well." she replied. "You."

She pointed to one of her guards standing nearby.

"I require a vessel to depart to...Norway." the Enchantress ordered.

"Yes, my queen. It will be done." the guard replied.

As Enchantress rose from her throne, she started to walk with her guard to her vessel.

3 Hours Later.

Enchantress appeared from her vessel and started walk to her destination. She threw her hands up in mid-air and a green cloud formed, turning her Asgardian clothes into and green and black dress with her hair being made into a majestic look. As she entered a large gathering, most of the men stopped and turned to her, she threw her right hand up in mid-air to make the men continue on. But then she spotted the man in charge, on a balcony and made her way to him. The man ambassador of Norway, named Kristoff Sven Bjorgman, named after his 12th grandfather and his life long friend, Sven.

"Hello." she greeted.

"Hello, Miss?" the ambassador spoke.

"Amora." she answered.

"Amora, such a beautiful and elegant name."

"Why thank you." she said. "Would you do something for me?"

"Yes, what is it that you need?" he wondered.

"For you to be a distraction." she said as she pulled out a gun.

Before he could do anything Amora set her lips upon her and he fell into her spell. The Ambassador took the gun and proceed down the stairs, as he made his way to the last of the stairs; he shot in the air alerting the people and guards to call the police. As he continued firing, Amora followed him and saw the party-goers running towards the exit. Nearby, a police vehicle approached her. Amora looked that the men in the vehicle as they exited with they're guns out. She walked towards them in an alluring manner, seeping her hypnotic spell into their minds.

"You wouldn't hurt, would you?" she questioned with lips pouting but in the most alluring way possible.

The policemen lowered their weapons as they gazed upon her. Amora grabbed the back of their necks and pulled them closer to her lips and sunk her poison in them and sealing her reign on them, slightly moaning. She loved it when men became her mindless slaves. The police men raised their guns once more, but turned them to the panicking people screaming and running for their lives. But Amora wanted more, her face formed a devious smile as she projected herself across from them, resulting the people screaming even more and running the other direction until she project herself again and again, trapping them.

"Kneel, before for Queen." she said. "I said, KNEEL!"

The heard her did what she. The policemen and Ambassador trained their guns on them.

"Hello, I am Amora the Enchantress and I... have come to rule you." she introduced.

While the women were in a state of fear, the men felt the witch clawing at their minds.

"Look to your men, my sisters." she said as the men rose for her. "See how rise for me? See how weak you are?"

The men continued to aid her projections.

"This race is not in need of someone weak, but of someone superior to you." she continued with smile. "You see, all of you have been blinded the word freedom and because this you are more trapped then your tiny minds can think. You made to be rule, in the end, you will always kneel like the weak beings you are."

"Not to women like you." a young woman rosed from the crowd.

"Ah, look to your young mortal sister." she pointed. "Let her be an example of my rule."

The Ambassador and the police men trained their on her as she close her eyes, balled her fist and waited for her fate to arrive.

Anna's POV

As the jet hovered, she saw a young girl standing up to the tyrant, but also saw her life about to be finished.

"Spider-Man, I want target to gunmen and get the people out of there, War Machine will be here in few mintues, but don't get close to Enchantress." Anna ordered. "I'll take care of the rest."

"Got it, Lib." Spider-Man said.

"Lib?" Anna questioned.

"Short for Liberty." he explained.

"I like it." she said as she jumped out with Spider-Man.

Spider-Man webbed himself and jumped to the side and started to crawl his way to them. Anna landed near the young girl and deflected the now-shot bullets by twirling her mace.

"You know, last time I was in Norway." Anna spoke. "I fought a woman who thought she could do whatever she wanted. We ended up disagreeing."

"Oh, the solider from another time." Amora speaking to her opponent. "How nice of you to make yourself known."

"Stop this now, Enchantress." the red-headed heroine demanded.

"And why should I?" the witch replied. "You are but one woman in a time where she is longer needed."

"No matter being or race, a tyrant is a tyrant and besides" Anna stopped. "Who says I'm alone?"

At that, three web strings glued themselves to the weapons being held and yanked out of their hands by Spider-Man. While Anna threw her mace at Enchantress, making her fall to the ground and losing control over her projections. Thus, letting the people a chance to escape with Spider-Man helping them.

"KILL HER!" Enchantress ordered making the men under her control to come after her.

Anna did a roundhouse kick to one of the men behind her and got ready to fight. One of the men lunged at her with a fist with her name on it, but grabbed to wrist and pulled to the other side; two other men kicked and punched at her but were deflected easily. She then jumped and brought her foot to their face, knocking them out. Anna saw Enchantress starting to get away but do nothing as she was busy with dealing with the mind-controlled men. Anna did a front flip and retrieved her mace and turned to face toward the men rushing at her. She swung, jabbed, and blocked with her mace until she came face-to-face with the Ambassador. She stopped for a moment as she saw that he was a splitting-image to her deceased friend, Kristoff, and was almost leveled by a punch coming at her until she dodged out of the way and jabbed her mace to his midsection and did a front flip, connecting her foot to his face; making him fall back and knocking him out.

Spider-Man's POV

As Spider-Man continued to help the people escape, he felt a someone grab his arm and turned his head to them. But when he did, he saw his recently deceased girlfriend, Gwen Stacy. He was shocked out of his mind that she was standing right in front of him, even her clothes looked like her's.

"Peter, please help me." Gwen said as she brought hand to his face to pull his mask halfway off give him kiss.

"Wait, how can you be here? I saw you die." Spider-Man said trying to get his grip on reality, but he felt something clawing at his mind.

"Peter, you saved me. But I need you, please." she replied. "Come to me."

While her lips and Spider-Man's being inches apart, running footstep were heard and a kick was made to Gwen. Spider-Man was shocked to see that it was May who did it.

"May, what the hell?!" He shouted.

"It's not her, Peter." May replied.

"Peter, don't listen to her!" Gwen quickly replied. "It's me!"

Another sound made itself be as War Machine fired a repulsor blast at the downed woman making her skid back to a car wheel.

"Stop, stop." Spider-Man pleaded, until the truth was revealed to him.

Green smoke appeared and changed Gwen's features and clothes into Enchantress. Spider-Man felt angry that she would do something like that, he felt even more angry that he almost fell for it.

"I'm sorry, Peter." May said as she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks." he said as he webbed her hands and mouth.

"Me and May will get her in the jet and take her back." Anna suggested. "Spider-Man, you hitch a ride with War Machine."

"Got it." the web head and iron gladiator said.

"Peter, you okay?" Anna wondered.

"Yeah, it's just my pride that's hurt." he joked resulting a smile from Anna.

Anna picked Enchantress up to her feet and walked her to the jet, with Agent May behind them.

Alright, tell me how you like this chapter, and POV's I in it. I thought about just doing Enchantress, but decide to do multiple Views.