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viii. avengers assemble

viii. avengers assemble

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QUINJET - New York City - 2012

Tony speeds ahead of us in order to get to the tower in time to stop Loki. Natasha and Clint navigate the Quinjet while Steve and I attempt to make contact with both Bruce and Thor. Whatever they're doing, they're nowhere near us as the earpiece screeches with a bummed out frequency multiple times. After having my ears burned by the static for what feels like the twelve hundredth time, I switch the ear piece to a different mode, leaning against the wall of the Quinjet dejectedly. My phone buzzes in my pocket, startling me a little bit (I didn't even know I had it with me). The screen lights up as I retrieve it, a notification from Feige popping up. An immense feeling of dread washes over me as I read his text. One simple word that's enough to send my anxiety running wild.

Deadline?!?!?

I gulp. So much has happened over the past few days that it feels like it's been both an eternity and like a second at the same time. The idea of something as trivial as an artistic deadline seemed so out of reach from the reality I'm living in that it never even crossed my mind. At the moment though, there's still too much on the line for me to think about the looming deadline. I pocket my phone just as Steve stirs beside me.

"I've got Stark. He's at the Tower." Steve informs us.

"What's happening?" I ask him, stepping closer so that I can hopefully catch bits and pieces of the conversation. Meanwhile, I press my hand to my own earpiece, fumbling for the switch to activate it again.

"Hold on I...I can't quite make out what they're saying..." Steve trails off, messing with his earpiece and trying to reach Stark again.

"....you like a drink?"

My hand flies to my earpiece as Tony's voice crackles to life, a little staticky, but clear enough to understand. "I've got him!" I cheerfully tell Steve who comes over to me, followed by Natasha. They lean close, listening carefully.

"Stalling me won't change anything." The smooth, almost sultry voice of Loki comes through loud and clear through the earpiece. Tony is distracting the god to give us and possibly Thor a window of opportunity to make our move.

"No, no, no! Threatening. No drink? You sure? I'm having one." I scoff. Even in the face of annihilation, Tony still finds time to have a drink.

"The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that. What do I have to fear?" Loki continues. You can practically hear the smile on his face.

"The Avengers," There's a beat of silence following this. "It's what we call ourselves. Sort of like a team. 'Earth's mightiest heroes' type of thing." Tony explains as though it's the most common concept known to man: a team of superheroes.

"Yes I've met them." Loki mumbles in reply.

Now it's Tony's turn to smile. "Yeah takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one," He remarks fondly. "But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the demi-God; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and a comic book artist who doubles as a real life Doctor Who, and you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them."