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Bruce Banner was beyond pissed off.
Usually when he was this pissed off, he was a towering green colored monster whose entire vocabulary consisted of the word 'smash'.
But not this time. After a long and overdue rest in India, the scientific genius finally had control over his other side. Bruce glanced at Agent Romanoff. The ex-spy was right- India was no better than the overly packed Stark Tower. The place was a full house.
Steve Rogers was lounging on the couch, unaware of Black Widow who was sneakily searching Tony's massive DVD cabinet for The Sound of Music.
Thor sat on the floor beside the box containing the whining ex-nemesis Loki, whose presence here was still in question to the medicine doctor. Hawkeye sat by Thor with his arms folded over his propped knees. But unlike the supposedly mythical Avenger who sported a tired expression, the archer bore one of hostility. It was almost like he was keeping guard in case the God of Mischief found a loophole in the strange blue box he was in.
Meanwhile, Tony buzzed around behind Pepper, trying his best to explain why there was a hole in the roof of the floor above them. That too confused Bruce, though he had a hunch that the Norse god and his brother had something to do with it. Not only were the Avengers present in the Stark's futuristic abode but Phil Coulson, Agent Hill and a few others whose names didn't matter were there too. Almost like intruders.
However, the S.H.I.E.L.D agents weren't here to mingle. They stood at the doors and the elevator almost as if they were… guarding them.
'Can't you just release me?'
'NO, BROTHER,' Thor replied, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
'Why not?' the imprisoned Norse God whined impressively.
'Maybe if you didn't try and go for all that world domination shit then maybe you wouldn't be in this situation right now, huh?' Barton snapped. 'Think about it.'
'But not too hard,' the archer added. 'I heard that you weren't the smart one of the family.'
That was the most he'd said all day. Bruce rarely ever heard him speak, but Barton's growing hostility towards the Asgardian seemed to be pushing him over the edge
'You're just bitter because you were weak enough for me to possess,' Loki huffed.
'Well I'd say something like that is pretty hard to get over,' Clint Barton snapped, his tone creating a whole new level of hostile.
'I'll let you in on a little secret, I just hope you hear it,' Loki smirked. 'Want to know why I targeted you? Because, it turns out, you aren't the smartest of the group. Dumb people are like planks. And planks are easy targets.'
Hawkeye let out an animalistic growl.
'THAT,' said a voice from the other side of the room. 'is factually incorrect. You possessed Barton before the Avengers assembled. So technically… there was no group.'
Loki turned to look at Coulson who stood in front of one of Tony's many screens that displayed satellite images of the world. As Hill put it- 'they were watching out for any comets that may or may not be an incoming Asgardian.'
'I thought I killed you,' Loki grumbled, glaring daggers at the grinning agent. 'Oh and "assemble"? Is that what you're calling it now? I thought it was more like thrown together.'
'Hulk nearly threw me,' Steve offered from where he was laying spread eagled on the couch.
'That's great,' Loki muttered. 'Thanks for sharing.'
'This is unbelievably awkward,' Tony sighed heavily as he plopped down beside the captain on the couch, his now-pacified girlfriend storming past him, heading for her own room.
'You don't say?' Natasha scoffed, flopping onto the recliner opposite and tossing an empty DVD cover onto the coffee table before them.
'What's that?' Tony asked warily.
Bruce watched with amusement as the Black Widow's eyes glittered with mischief.
'Just a movie,' she replied shortly. 'Let's watch.'
Turning around, the ex-spy flicked play on the remote control and snuggled deeper into her chair.
The second the opening scene began, Tony started screaming.
'Romanoff you evil, scheming, crazy woman!' he yelled, leaping out of his seat on the couch to turn off the plasma screen TV.
'Those are words usually reserved to describe me,' Loki noted sullenly from within his cage.
Tony paused. 'Even the crazy woman part?'
Thor laughed heartily. 'ESPECIALLY THE CRAZY WOMAN PART!'
Loki grunted in displeasure.
'I FOOL YOU NOT, BROTHER. YOUR HAIR- IT IS FAR TOO LONG. VERY MISLEADING,' Thor said affectionately.
Too affectionately.
His affection made it seem as if he saw Loki as a cutesy younger brother. Bruce frowned at them both. They'd probably gone through some extreme bonding moment for this to have happened. Bruce wondered if he really should've been away for so long. He'd missed so much.
'You're one to talk, Goldilocks,' Tony snorted.
'Are we watching the movie or not?' Natasha groaned, spurring Tony into action, causing him to leap a foot in the air and make a beeline for the TV.
'Those nuns… sing well,' Steve commented with a wary smile. 'I kinda like this movie.'
'Then you'll love The Boy in the Blue Pajamas,' Natasha said nicely.
Bruce frowned again. Natasha was anything but nice. She was never nice. Unless… realization dawned on the scientist and he let out a barely suppressed chuckle.
Tony looked like as if he were about to pass out. 'Not more Nazi movies!' he cried in exasperation. 'You'll destroy his entire psyche!'
Steve straightened on the couch. 'Nazi movies? But… but they're singing happily… and… and there are children,' he said uncomfortably, gesturing towards the flickering TV screen.
Loki laughed. 'My how evil,' he said sarcastically.
'Romanoff I'm begging you,' Tony groaned. 'Turn it off or he'll have nightmares for ever.'
Bruce lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. Tony Stark was acting very unusually. Had he always been this much of a party pooper? No, Bruce remembered. Tony was usually the one instigating said hypothetical party. Stark was a self proclaimed party god- stressing on the god part. He had an embarrassingly large ego and god complex. All genii did to some extent, but Bruce wasn't stupid enough to revel in his mistakes. Tony did that gracefully and obnoxiously.
He probably had thought he could've ruled them all, having the entire team in his domain. That was one of the reasons Bruce had stayed away from Stark Tower like as if it were the plague. He hadn't wanted to spend his days being harassed by the billionaire's relentless pranking.
Apparently he had been wrong. Tony Stark was the ….responsible one here. Sure he wasn't actually responsible, rather he was somewhat accomplishing that in his own way. Bruce watched as he struggled to gain possession of the remote by entering into a wrestle with the redheaded spy.
This wouldn't end well, the scientist surmised, watching with a wince as he heard something crack unpleasantly.
Thor applauded the brawl. 'THE SPIDER LADY IS MOST IMPRESSIVE!' he called out loudly. 'I SHALL ACCOMPANY HER IN DESTROYING THE TIN MAN.'
'Woaaah no need for that,' Tony wheezed, barely escaping Natasha's deadlock. 'I give up, let's watch the damn movie.
He turned to glare at Steve, who was transfixed by the vocalizing children on screen. 'You owe me, Stripes. Big time.'
Natasha just laughed and released him. 'Be happy I didn't blind you.'
Loki snorted. 'Why not? He could've joined this man here in the hopelessly impaired section of your "group". I'm sure he needs company.'
Hawkeye bristled angrily.
'QUIET, BROTHER,' Thor boomed. 'THIS MAN HERE IS MOST USEFUL.'
'I'm sure he is,' Loki said, rolling his eyes.
'Why do we have to take shit from him?' Clint asked suddenly, leaping to his feet. 'I say we take him out of there and show him exactly what he's messing with.'
Natasha frowned. 'That's not like you, Barton. Calm down.'
'Of course this is like me!' the archer snapped. 'I don't take shit from people. This isn't like you, why do you care enough to intervene?'
The spy narrowed her eyes in return and turned back to face the TV. 'Fine,' she said flatly. 'Kick his ass, see if I care. Just don't expect us to save you if he possesses you. Again.'
Tony whistled to break the growing silence. 'She got you there.'
'Stay out of this Stark,' Clint growled, prowling around the imprisoned Norse god.
Bruce watched as things slowly spiraled into a mess. This many people with such diverse personalities could never be expected to get along. It wasn't rocket science, he thought grimly. A group wouldn't function efficiently if its members were on different levels, for example if one was physically impaired or if another was adept at backstabbing and stabbing in general, or if another was a higher deity, or if one disliked being amongst humans and if the other thought he was the most amazing man on earth. Bruce wasn't surprised that they were at each other's necks already.
He sighed a little and spooned some guacamole onto his potato chip before popping it into his mouth.
He was missing India already.
Half an hour later and the situation in the Stark lounge had changed drastically.
Hawkeye was now absent, as he had left the room fifteen minutes ago after a verbal sparring with the god of mischief that had ended quite badly on his part. Natasha was arguing heatedly with Agent Hill about a mission Fury had sent her on which had gone wrong- one that none was supposed to no about but was now known to all.
Tony had long since given up on saving the captain from the evil that was The Sound of Music and was in his room soothing Pepper Potts; most probably apologizing for the massive chunk missing in his ceiling, the villain in his living room, the agents guarding every inch of his building and his generally awful role as a boyfriend. The poor ex-soldier was left alone on the couch, staring open mouthed as a remake of his once-enemies danced around singing with his children. If that wasn't a scarring image, Bruce didn't know what was.
Slipping away unnoticed, he made for the bar. His glass had been empty for too long.
Of course it was just water. If he'd drunk anything alcoholic while being in this claustrophobic mess he'd probably be five times his size right now and as green as puce and embarrassingly minus a shirt.
He poured iced water into the glass in his hand and downed it all in one go. Nothing was going to make his headache disappear. Even as he watched the end credits of the movie roll up the screen from the corner of his eye, he knew the worst of the night was still to come.
Maybe Thor and his brother would get into an epic godly fight that would leave half the building in ruins, he thought grimly.
For a brief moment he wondered if that was an excuse enough to catch a late flight to the middle of nowhere. At this very moment, he didn't think he could handle going back to India.
He needed someplace with less living beings.
A screen before Agent Coulson began flashing red and before anyone could react, Nick Fury's face appeared in full blown image.
'Coulson,' he snapped drily. 'There's been massive alien activity in south Manhattan. We need all hands on site, now.'
The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D present in the room immediately began filing into the elevator at the far end.
On screen, Fury kept talking. 'It is a code two emergency; apparently she's trashing up a lot of stuff. Number of casualties are hard to tell but one thing's for sure, Asgard is gonna have one heckuva Claim for Damages.'
Thor stiffened and the imprisoned Loki visibly paled.
'ASGARD, YOU SAY,' the thunder god boomed, uncomfortably.
'A she you say?' Loki mused at the same time, glancing uneasily at his older brother.
The two shared a fleeting glance and both seemed to come to the same conclusion.
'Keep those fools in the building,' Fury advised Coulson. 'But send Hill down here. I know its her birthday but- hey! What's he doing?!'
Both Coulson and Hill whirled around, just to be blinded by a flash of ice blue light. The brightness receded, leaving Thor standing in place with his hammer brandished, almost as if he had smashed… something…
'Hey!' Hill called, her eyes growing wide and her hand going for the handgun on her hip. 'The- he.. Prisoner is standing… how?'
Thor merely turned on his heel and pushed past them, heading for the elevator.
Loki followed him with a skip to his step, now free from his heinous cell by his brother's own actions. 'I know I'm a wonderful being,' he smirked at Hill as he went. 'But do I really render you that speechless?'
The agent snapped to attention almost immediately. 'Stop right there or I'll be forced to shoot!' she announced, leveling her gun.
'Thor,' Steve began. 'What are you doing?!'
Bruce stood safely beside the bar and held his tongue.
'THAT ASGARDIAN IS MY RESPONSIBILITY,' Thor replied, frowning as the agents refused to let him leave.
'Yeah well my responsibility is to make sure you all stay in here,' Hill replied with a scoff, approaching them slowly with her gun aimed at Loki. 'So why don't you be a good god and but your brother back in his box.'
Loki bristled, but his smirk never faltered.
Thor watched her silently for a few moments, but then sighed.
'FINE THEN,' he said simply.
'Really?' Coulson asked.
'WE SHALL TAKE ANOTHER ROUTE.'
And with that, the god of thunder smashed through the floor to ceiling window of the lounge that sat six stories above ground, pulling his brother behind him as he went.
The agents scrambled to the shattered window, yelling into their respective walkie-talkies while Fury ranted on the screen.
Steve looked worriedly towards Bruce, the only remaining Avenger besides Natasha who was laughing quietly to herself at Hill's distress. Bruce didn't say anything in return.
'The priority one has escaped! I repeat-,' Hill was saying, running around the lounge, stepping over the glass and pizza boxes in anger.
'What is going on?' a disheveled Pepper Potts asked from the elevator.
'I leave you for two minutes,' Tony said from behind her, masking his face in his hands.
Pepper paused upon surveying the carnage.
'That's it,' she sighed, turning to face Stark. 'You're never having "pizza night" ever again. Ever.'
And with that she left the room.
Night had fallen mere minutes ago- and with the darkness came a sense of lawlessness.
Shrouded in shadows, any man could feel capable of committing his worst deed.
What happens naught at daylight, occurs in its absence.
Chaos reigned in darkness and in chaos evil was born.
The Asgardian princess barely shed a glance behind her back as she stood atop a pinnacled building, surveying the everyday scene before her.
The city sprawled at her feet like a map, inching sluggishly across the land with bright lights and busy bodies.
Not for long, she thought to herself.
Shifting her swords in her hands, she tried to remember her true intentions. She was not here to fulfill her personal agenda. Sure, she could get it done in the meantime- but her true purpose was not to be lost in the melee she was about to cause.
Her Master's wishes would be fulfilled and she would be the one to do so.
She stood there, watching the petty Midgardians scurry down the streets of Manhattan. Their innocent obliviousness to her presence and the chaos she was about to wreak upon their lives fuelled her excitement. Inhaling deeply she had one thought in mind.
Destroy them.
Once again, she was reminded of the outlawed Asgardian "prince".
Loki had always wanted them to kneel before him, to worship him.
But the she knew better than to think the Earth dwellers would ever worship her.
She didn't want their praise.
Unlike the pathetic Asgardian who had come before her, she preferred them flat on the floor with not so much as a beating heart.
Screw kneeling.
Humans were better off dead.
Smiling to herself, she leapt off the skyscraper and flew down towards the earth, the wind whipping past her face and hair. She twisted agilely in the air so that she was in a crouching position and landed with a deafening thud on the ground below. The cement cracked beneath the force of her landing and jagged lines spread across the entire road, starting from her feet.
Her head shot up and her eyes scanned her surroundings. People around her screamed as they ducked for cover, abandoned their cars and fled buildings. They writhed like a mess of tentacles- all attached to one body but moving independently to no avail. It almost made her laugh.
Almost.
With her swords brandished threateningly at her sides, the Asgardian princess slipped into a battle stance; ready to pounce.
She loved the way Dragonfang felt in her grip; the sword that had been previously owned by the greatly feared Valkyrie- the only match to the Asgardian warrior's prowess. Twisting her neck from side to side, she stalked forward, like an animal hunting its prey.
Stealthily
Silently
Viciously…
She could understand why several others before her had given in to the urge to destroy planets and entire species.
It was exhilarating. Thrilling even.
Watching them run amok in obvious distress made her head pound.
They were running away from her. She was stirring the fear in their hearts- clouding their minds.
She sliced through the air with Dragonfang, making more mortals erupt in screams of panic. Soon her army would arrive.
Till then, she might as well have some fun.
Now, she smiled as the blade of her weapon made its way through a mortal in lightning fast speed, where were those wretched Avengers?
They were to be her play things till her army joined her down in Midgard.
There was a loud crackle lightning followed by the all too familiar boom of thunder. Behind her she heard the crack of cement as an unknown landed.
Game on, thunder god, She cackled in her mind, but we both know I always win.
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