Brother Avengers

Brother Avengers Chapter 5

For this section, I listened to the Thor Soundtrack: Laufey. *shivers*

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FIVE

Steve hurried around the black war board, hopped up a set of stairs and stood by Stark. Fury came over too, staring down at his watch.

"Sir, please tell me what is going on," Steve asked in a low tone, watching Fury's face. Fury glanced up at him, then grabbed of the face of his watch and twisted it. A flash of light shot from several bulbs around the room. Far off, somewhere in the depths of the compound, Steve heard the faint echoes of slamming of doors.

"You're seriously bringing him in here?" Stark leaned toward Fury, his eyes intense. "A guy who ripped through the side of an armored car, took that Cube and then disappeared? You really think he's gonna let you just lock him up someplace until you decide what to do with him?" Stark stepped closer to Fury, gesturing pointedly. "Coulson didn't just get from New Mexico to here in less than half an hour by driving that sissy sedan—he was brought here." Stark pointed down at the floor. "And once it's clear that we aren't that happy to see this guy, there isn't going to be any way for us to contain him."

"What are you talking about?" Steve demanded of Stark. Fury turned from Stark to him. His mouth tightened.

"Loki, Captain," he said, his gaze cold. "Thor's brother."

"Thor, sir?" Steve repeated. "The...the Swedish god of Thunder?" He glanced back and forth between both men. Stark looked away, but Fury never blinked.

"Those are code names, right?" Steve wanted to clarify. Fury shook his head.

"No. Those are their real names. Thor hit the ground outside Puenta Antiguo, New Mexico, this past February. He stayed just long enough to smash up a giant metal man who shredding the town—sent by Thor's brother, Loki."

Steve stood there, baffled. Stark's face didn't give anything away—he just bit his lip. Steve turned back to Fury.

"So, you're saying, sir..." Steve said, holding out his hand. "That Thor, the god of thunder, hit the earth in February in New Mexico, and now his evil brother Loki, that tried to destroy that town with a big metal man, is after the Cube."

"He's not after it," Stark glanced at him. "He's got it."

"But other than that," Fury said. "Yeah, that's about the size of it."

Steve just stared at their straight faces. Fury's eyebrows flashed.

"That was our first reaction, too," he said, buttoning his coat and reaching into his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out, flipped it open—and drew himself up. "That's okay, though. You'll find out a lot quicker than we did."

Doors slammed open. Steve spun around to see five black-clad SHIELD agents march in, carrying long, potent-looking guns. They stopped on the landing. The next second, five more came in from the door that Miss Potts and Natasha had used. Then another five swept through the third entrance. Their boots pounded on the hard floor as they stationed themselves around the room.

"What are you going to do?" Stark leaned closer to Fury. "Shoot at him?"

"We've got a netting weapon now—shoots pure energy," Fury answered, keeping his voice down as he punched buttons on his telephone. "Energy that pulls your energy out of you like a vampire. It can kill a regular man in under a minute. It might put a dent in him."

"I didn't invent that," Stark shot back. Fury looked at him.

"You are not our only supplier."

"Colonel, what do you want me to do?" Steve asked, opening and clenching his hands.