Killer Queen ~ Loki Laufeyson

Chapter nine

It's the next day now around midday. I walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat, Nat and Clint watching the tv and Bruce reading in the armchair. As I open the fridge Tony comes rushing in.

"Meeting room now for a new mission debrief!" He exclaims running out again.

I look at Nat with a confused look "do I come?"

She starts to walk out with the others, "might as well, just in case they need you".

We all make our way to the meeting room where Steve, Bucky and Tony are already talking. I sit down at the back next to Nat and Bruce.

"We have intel on hydra and it's going to be a dangerous mission." Tony says as he begins to give the details and dangers of what the team are about to do. "That's why we'll need you on standby" he says my name.

"Really?" I question, the excitement evident in my tone.

"Yes really. Make sure you're ready to go if and when we call", Tony replies and takes in a deep breath, "suit up".

The avengers rush out of the meeting as I closely follow. I rush to my room, my adrenaline pumping. I'm finally gonna go on a big mission. Well they don't need me straight away, but by the sounds of what's going on I'm pretty sure I'll get called in.

I skid over to my wardrobe and pull out my suit. Technically it was multiple pieces and not a full suit but it was utterly beautiful. I slipped it on and stared at myself in the mirror. My attire consisted of black fitted leather bottoms with knee pads and hun holsters on my outer thigh. My boots came up to my mid-calf and strapped up with buckles. By belt had amo pockets on it and hilts for my knives. I wore a plain t-shirt underneath a fitted leather jacket with pockets on the chest. The elbows were padded and my leather (no surprise there) gloves strapped up to me elbow. It was completed with a black shawl and hood that covered my identity. And I'm turn kept me warm.

I scrambled over to my weapon draw and thought over what I should take. I picked a Glock 17 and placed it in my right thigh holster along with my most prized gun in the other. This gun was a Rock Island Armory Colt M1911A1 Pistol that was bright nickel-plated (with Pearl grips). It had swirl carving into it and had my name engraved on it too. It had been a present from Tony for my seventeenth birthday. It was exquisite. I'm my left chest pocket I placed a Colt Model 1908 Vest Pocket Pistol (it's easily concealed in the pocket, hence the name) and in the other I put taser - like I'll ever use one. As for knives I went with two plain black handled daggers and placed them in the hilt on each side of my boot. A slightly smaller one hidden in my belt

Being in gear gives me a new found confidence as I walk out of my room towards the kitchen to wait for a call. The team had already left so I was waiting around, Loki no where to be seen.

I sit at the kitchen counter, my leg shaking with exhilaration. I take steady breaths and rub my hands over my face. I remove my hands from my face to see Loki leaning on the door frame opposite me. Confusion is plastered on his face, accompanied with a smirk.

"Did they leave without you?" He says pouting his lips and going over to sit on the sofa, a book in his hand.

"No actually, I'm waiting for a call to tell me they need me. Then I'll get in The F-35 Lightning II waiting for me" I say smugly as I stand to go to the fridge.

"Why would they need your help?" He sneers

"Because, I'm better than them and can handle anything" Loki scoffs at my reply as I take the Orange juice out of the fridge and going to sit on the couch. I turn on the tv and switch to the news, not paying any attention to it.

All of a sudden breaking news comes on the tv as the phone rings at the same time. It's only been half an hour since they gone. Things must've gone to shit quickly. I run over to the phone to come ear to ear with Tony screaming down the line at me to "get my ass there right now".

I don't acknowledge Loki as I race to where the jet is waiting for me. I strap in and take off in seconds. Cruising the sky seems so peaceful but as I arrive I'm confronted with thick smoke erupting from where my tracker says they are. I land not to far away, lifting my hood up and covering my mouth and nose with my shawl to keep out the smoke and dust.

I stealthily slide past the trees, coming up to the base. I see Clint fighting off two guards and I run close enough to flick my blades into there heads.

"Thanks" Clint says giving you a quick nod as he rushes over to help out Nat.

Shit my earpiece. I slip my earpiece announcing my arrival.

"Ahh our saviour" I hear Tony and I arrive at the big fight.

Woah. There were so many guards and robots charging at us. This fight couldn't be won. "Tony this is madness. We need more back up." I say as I tackle a guard, placing a bullet in his brain.

"I'm loving the optimism. I'm sure we can manage now you're here". Tony replies and you carry on fighting.

I've taken down at least ten guys by now and have had no injury present on you. I run up onto a rock, giving me a ledge to leap off of and get a direct hit at the enemies head landing beside his body. Wow, that was cool.

I look over to see Clint on the floor, Nat trying to help him. I shoot at the robots and guards walking towards them before I see Sam struggling to fend off two three robots. I jump in, slide tackling them with my dagger, slicing their limbs off.

"Thanks. You know Tony should really let you come on more missions, it'd be over so much quicker" Sam exclaims as we both watch Tony rush out of the building.

"Okay team I've got what we came for and have shut everything down" Tony tells us all.

I split from the team to get back to my jet, telling them I'll meet them back at the compound. I take my time walking to the jet, taking in the scenery as I do.

I reach my jet to see two guys guarding it. I hide behind a tree as I cock my gun. Damn it, I'm out of ammo. I take both knives out of their hilts as I run at the guards. I flip out of the way of the bullets and throw my knives at one of the guards. I run at the other, disarming him as I twist his arm and flip him over my shoulder. I take a knife from my belt and sliced his neck, the blood spewing on my face. Being to preoccupied with one guard, the other had taken one of the blades from his stomach and was swiping at me. I turn around and block his hits with my forearm. I block a few more advances before he swipes at my stomach. I glance down at the cut in my suit, deepening into the skin. The pain is blocked by my adrenaline as I turn and kick the guy into the side of my ship. I hobble over and ultimately slice his neck.

I struggle getting into the one man ship and once I sink into the chair, breathing heavily. This mission was going fine until someone decided to steal my jet. I strap myself in whilst wincing from the pain. I look down at the wound to see my blood soaked jacket. I bare the pain and fly off back to the compound.