Winter

Legends

(Art by Rvalenzuela80 on DeviantArt)

"We are screwed!" I shouted as I threw my hands in the air. The hotel window was broken with glass scattered on the floor. Stark was muttering as he sketched something in his notebook, Raven was munching on pizza, and James was staring at the tall, muscled figure in front of me. I looked at Magni. He was twirling his staff that glowed red with writing I did not recognize. His muscled chest was covered in a gold breast plate, and he wore leather pants. What kind of alien wears leather pants? He also wore gold looking boots, which looked very strange also. He studied me and came to a conclusion.

"You are very beautiful," he bluntly stated, then pointed to the gleaming metal limb on my body, "Were you born with that?"

"Yes," I replied quickly and sarcastically, going back to the topic of the invaders and not about Magni's biceps. James shifted his gaze to me as I paced back and forth, watching the swish of the staff swirl and then the rhythmic munching of Raven, and the soothing scratch of the pencil against Stark's notebook. I swung around and pointed at Magni.

"Are you sure we are going to be attacked?"

"My father, King of Asgard, said I should warn you of an attack from a rogue unit of Asgardians. I know nothing else."

Throwing myself on the bed, I realized that this would be far more than we could handle. James could barely run. Stark doesn't have anything. Our only hope would be weapons for me, wings for Raven, and Magni.

"We need help." I paused. "And we need you," I confessed, pointing at James, "To be stronger."

"You mean super soldier serum?" James choked out. I nodded.

"S.H.I.E.L.D started to replicate it and got it right. It is instant they say. Just a shot in the arm. Now, the person doesn't look like a beefcake," Raven offered, "But it does give you strength, and grace."

Stark spoke up. "I have a suit..."

"What kind of suit?" I nagged.

"This kind." He chucked the notebook to me and the design was clear. It was like Tony's, except less bulky an more efficient.

"This is real?" I went on, "Do you actually have this?"

"Why wouldn't I, Cyborg?" he sneered and went back to sketching.

"She does not resemble a cyborg," Magni scolded, "More like a prosthetic raccoon."

"Thanks, Shakespeare," I shot back and looked at James.

"You up for stealing the serum?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," He muttered. "Just promise you like me for who I am? Not for some stud who can lead from airplanes." I ruffled his hair and sat up.

"We should probably leave," I notified the rest of the team. "Before we get a bill for this."

"After sleep?" Raven moaned.

"Fine," I murmured as I crawled to the blankets and wormed into them. James slid next to me and I hugged him to me. Magni sighed and laid on the floor, uttering about how in Asgard he would be sleeping on a bed. Raven fell asleep at the foot of the bed, and Stark slept horizontally at the top.

I didn't think about someone stay up to guard. I guess a room full of assassins, super geniuses, a god, and a genius wouldn't need one. But things do go bump in the night. And when a crash down the hallway was heard, we all sat up and readied everything. I grabbed the pistol that was under the pillow next to me, and Raven grabbed one of her guns. Stark fell off the bed and James curled up in the blanket. Magni hopped up with his staff and walked out of the room. Raven and I followed, stepping carefully over the broken glass and assorted clothes.