Avengers X Eternals

Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh stood at the lonely homestead cooking a fresh loaf of bread. In all the years he and Thena had been staying at the homestead it was all he could do for his family. Everyone else had moved on with their lives, and leaving her either in a mental coma or on her own wasn't fair. Not when she was at her weakest.

He looked out towards the oak tree, standing right in front of the horizon where Thena did her painting. They were always of the same things, death, killing, destruction of worlds. When she got lost; that was what he had started calling it, that was all she talked about. How everybody was going to die. In recent years it had been getting worse, ever since Tony Stark had outed himself as Iron man.

The painting was the middle ground. She didn't try to attack him and he didn't have to subdue his family. She could come back to herself in her own time, not attack him, and especially not attack any humans.

There had been a couple of close calls, a couple of children that had gotten too close, and a couple of bands of rebels. Luckily no one had been killed although it had been close. A lot of the splintered boulders and craters in the ground had come from their fights. Simply whispering of one of their fights had been enough to deter the locals from coming anywhere near her.

Thena getting out into the world; was one of his greatest fears. Not only would they have failed their mission to Arishem but tons of people would be killed. He shuddered at the thought, what if she lost herself in front of humans.

Gilgamesh peaked inside the woodfire oven and glanced at his loaf of bread. Slowly rising with the heat. He smiled to himself, dusted off his apron, and was about to head inside to prepare dinner for himself. Thena would eat whenever she came back to herself.

He had nearly stepped through the threshold of the oak door when his eternal hearing faintly picked up on blades; helicopter blades. He turned around and saw Thena slowly turning towards him. Her body figure metaphorically stands in the sun's decreasing ark.

"Thena," he said coaxingly but dug into his powers preparing for a fight. "Listen to my voice. Don't focus on anything else."

Her eyes were silvered over, staring at something over the household at his back. Gilgamesh's eyes slid to a small boulder he kept close to the door for emergencies. Slowly he bent down and gripped it like lesser men would a basketball.

"They are all going to die," a golden spear materialized at her side.

Over his head five black helicopters swiped over, ropes fell from each of them and Gilgamesh saw the vague human outlines getting ready to descend. "Please don't do this," he whispered to Arishem. The helicopters hovered and the men jumped out in quick fashion, primitive guns strapped to their back. "Thena come inside, we don't want to be out here."

Then an entourage of black SUVs came out of the corner of his eyes. He thanked himself that they had come from behind Thena, or else someone surely would've been dead. There were ten of them in total, troopers that were still sitting in the helicopters had RPGs pointed directly at her. And men spilled out of the SUVs in packs. In total there were probably one hundred guys, and it wasn't enough. Not to kill any eternal, but at least the rest had the sense to not kill.

Thena stood in front of them all, with only one spear in hand, as if daring them to take the first shop. Even from ten feet away he could hear her breathing start to get heavy. A small agent pulled to the front of everyone, he wore a government suit and had black shades. Gilgamesh slowly moved towards Thena, keeping the boulder tightly grasped in his hands.

"Greetings," the agent said. "My name is Phil Coulson and I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, SHIELD for short." He said it like they were supposed to care. The only thing on Gilgamesh's mind was preventing Thena from killing them all. And he knew she was only thinking about killing everyone.