Bidden | Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 5

The towering skyline of Manhattan stretches out beneath the Quinjet as it soars above the city, but the familiar sight of New York's bustling streets is shrouded in thick clouds of smoke, punctuated by the distant sound of explosions. The chaos has already begun.

Loki's siege is underway.

From your seat beside Thor, you stare out at the devastation below, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. This is the moment you've been dreading—the moment Loki's plan comes to fruition. And you're caught in the middle, torn between your loyalty to your team and the undeniable connection you still feel to the god of mischief.

"We're coming in hot," Tony's voice crackles over the comms, his tone tight with tension. He flies ahead in his Iron Man suit, scanning the destruction already sweeping across the city. "Loki's forces are everywhere. We've got Chitauri ships landing all over Midtown."

Chitauri. The name sends a chill down your spine. You've fought these alien invaders before during Loki's first attempt to conquer Earth, and now, he's summoned them again. This time, though, it feels different—bigger, more dangerous. Loki has learned from his past failures, and now he's back with a vengeance.

"Are the civilians clear?" Steve asks, his tone sharp as he checks his shield.

"Evacuations are underway," Natasha replies, her fingers moving swiftly across the console as she pulls up surveillance footage. "But it's slow. The streets are jammed."

You see it now, through the Quinjet's window—people running in panic, cars abandoned, buildings crumbling as the Chitauri sweep through the city like locusts. It's a kind of destruction that has become all too familiar since the Avengers first assembled, but this time, it feels more personal. Loki isn't just attacking New York—he's attacking you.

"Prepare for drop," Steve commands, tightening the straps of his gear. "We'll split up and cover as much ground as possible. We need to buy time for the evacuation."

"Got it," you say, trying to focus on the mission. But your mind keeps drifting back to Loki, to the last time you spoke. His words echo in your mind.

"When the world is burning, and you realize that you could have been its salvation, you'll regret it."

Had you made a mistake in refusing him? Is this the price of your resistance?

Thor leans in close, his voice low but steady. "Stay close to me. We'll face him together."

You nod, grateful for his presence. Thor's unwavering support is the only thing keeping you grounded, the only thing stopping you from being swept up in the emotional storm Loki has unleashed within you. But even Thor's strength isn't enough to silence the doubt gnawing at your heart.

The Quinjet descends rapidly, and the doors slide open with a hiss, letting in the roar of the battle below. Steve is the first out, leaping into the fray with his shield raised, followed quickly by Natasha and Clint. Bruce gives you a grim nod before jumping into the chaos, transforming into the Hulk mid-air, his massive form crashing into the street below with a thunderous impact.

"Go!" Steve's voice crackles over the comms. "We'll regroup once the civilians are clear."

Thor grips your arm as you both jump from the Quinjet, landing on the cracked pavement of a city street in the midst of chaos. Smoke billows around you, obscuring the distant Chitauri ships hovering above, but the sounds of destruction are unmistakable—explosions, screams, the metallic clash of alien weapons.

"This is it," Thor mutters, his expression hard as he hefts Mjolnir. "Loki will not stop until he gets what he wants."

"And what does he want?" you ask, though deep down, you already know the answer. Loki's obsession with you has only grown stronger since your last encounter. He doesn't just want control—he wants you by his side.