Magic Meets Chaos

"Time for Magic to meet Chaos"

Loki gripped his hand around Wanda's throat, lifting her into the air, her legs dangling to touch the ground. The last he could remember was Wanda blasting her magic at him, and he somehow managed to maneuver through it, and get to Wanda before she could summon another attack.

He now had her by the throat, and could snap her like a twig.

"After all I've done, given you a second chance, a second opportunity..." he tightened his grip around Wanda, "you betray me!"

Wanda gasped for air but found it more than difficult to find any. Loki knew that he would still need her to get to the Vision, that without her he would be lost.

"Move this elevator!" he demanded, with no patience. "Now!"

Wanda used the her remaining energy she had to move the elevator. Loki still had a tight grip on her throat, which didn't help Wanda at all since her last move that failed drained her completely of her powers.

Regardless, she made the elevator move down, and a few hundred feet later, it was forced to a halt. Wanda used her magic to open the doors, which revealed a hallway with one door to the right side.

"We....have...arrived" Wanda managed to squeak. Loki looked at her with not rage or evil, but something more horrifying. It was the look of a villain, one that had accomplished his goal, or at least a few feet from it. The evil grin returned to his face.

Loki took Wanda and threw her from the elevator into the hall. Wanda landed face down, and could feel the sweet sensation of fresh air that could once again pass through her lungs, bringing her some form of comfort. However this sensation did not last long. Wanda suddenly felt a cold, sharp, and pointed peace of metal against her back. It was Loki's spear.

"This would've been the part where we became our own team. We could've done it, been masters of evil!" Loki said with contempt and regret in his voice. He pressed the blade deeper into her back. Wanda would've fought back if she could, but it was hopeless. Her effort to stop Loki had failed and backfired miserably, causing her to lose all her strength and energy.

"We could've been something, something powerful! But you chose the other way, you chose to be a Witch, Wanda! You thought you could over power me with your sorcery that's as red as blood?! Well you were wrong!"
Loki dug the spear even deeper, to the point where an inch more could've impaled her.

"You forgot one thing, that I am Loki! I am not a trickster, but I am the trickster. You thought you could double cross me?! How could you even dream to do such a thing? I am more powerful than you think, you....you..... Scarlet Witch!"

And with that Loki ended it all. He impaled Wanda with the blade. The last that could be heard of Wanda was nothing more than a whisper, in fact not even a whisper. A tiny wisp of hair fluttered from Wanda's lungs into the air. With that, her magic had died. Wanda had died.

Loki once again had that evil grin on his face. He dug out the blade from Wanda's back. He looked down at her lifeless body.

"Pleasure doing business with you." he said with nothing short of evil in his voice and chuckle under his breath.

Loki pulled out the spear from Wanda's lifeless body, both her and Loki's weapon were both drenched in blood.

Loki stepped to the door to his right. It was a steel door, no knob or key. The only way in was a control panel much similar to the one he saw on the elevator.

Loki took his spear and jammed it into the panel, causing it to short-circuit. The door slid open, revealing a room that no better lit than the hallway.

Only one thing occupied the space, a sarcophagus like container in the center of the room with many wires connecting to it like a spider.

"At long last," said the trickster.
He walked over to the pod, it was all completely steel except for the top where there was glass that allowed you to peak into the chamber. Loki stepped up to it and looked through the glass. Inside was a man with a face as red as blood itself with the rest of hid head as green as a dense rain forest. His eyes were sealed shut and in the direct center of his forehead was glowing yellow oval shaped gem.

"The mind stone, in the hands of a robot. Now it's time it returns to its rightful owner!" Loki said with all the evil and malice in the world in his voice.

Loki took his spear and wedged it in the middle of the pod. He forced it down and the top of the pod flew off and landed on the ground.

What happened next- was almost indescribable. Not because it was so horrid, but because it was a complete twist on events.

Loki jumped up onto the side of the pod, his palm tightly gripped around the spear- ready to pry out the gem from the android, but suddenly- the pod was empty. The Vision was no longer in the pod.

"What the-?" Loki began but was immediately cut off when out of the empty pod came a spiral that looked like a galaxy rush and blew back Loki faster than the blink of an eye. But Loki didn't fall on the ground, suddenly he was floating in space.