Avenge the Fallen (Avengers Fan Fiction #2)

Chapter 18

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"Humanity, look how far you've fallen."

My attention snapped to the television quicker than any of my past reactions, giving me whiplash. Loki sat at the President of the United States' desk, his arms forming a triangle that led up to his lips. He grinned, the left corner of his lip twitching as his deep blue eyes looked directly at the audience. Ira sat on the corner of the desk, legs crossed as she leaned back nonchalantly. Her purple skin glistened in the lighting and her gray eyes staring at nothing in particular. President Obama knelt on the ground, staring at the camera wide-eyed like a doe in headlights. His hands and legs were restrained behind him. Blood covered his white shirt and his blue tie hung loosely around his neck.

"You have drowned to the extent where you are all huddling and quivering together in the dark, like beasts. You should have surrendered to me when you had the chance. Yet, here you are, watching this occur through your Midgardian devices, feeling 'safe' in your chambers." Loki air quoted his words with his fingers and glared at the camera intensely. His words cut through my skin like daggers. "But here I am, in the palace of your so called 'leader', ready to demonstrate the power I could storm upon this puny realm. Claim loyalty to me, and I will give all as a King should. Or, reject my proposal. Either way," he chuckled evilly, "It's only a matter of time before this world is burdened with my glorious purpose." He stood up, stepping towards the camera slowly, dragging his fingers along the wooden desk. "Where are your heroes now?"

"Get Tony on the phone!" I yelled a little too loudly, waking Bruce up from his nap. Bruce looked around curiously and squinted his eyes tiredly. He sat up and groaned. Barton clicked a few things on the laptop in his lap. Peter stepped into the room with a bowl of popcorn and threw some into his mouth. I scrambled to the phone quickly and dialed Tony's cell number.

It rang for a few seconds until he answered, "You have reached the hotline of the handsome billionaire Tony Stark. If you're calling just to yell at me, hang up right now."

"They're with the President right now!" I cried out in a rush. I turned to Clint, who was madly typing away at the laptop. "Can you interfere with the signal?"

Peter took another handful of popcorn and declared, "We have to get it off the air before they do something."

Clint shot us a pointed look. "What do you think I'm trying to do here?" He clicked on a few things and grunted when a whole new page of gibberish came up. "Patience is a virtue."

Loki continued on the screen, his tone suddenly lifting, "I come with glad tidings. I'm trying to make this dreadful hell worth living in. You worthless mortals make it seem like I'm the villain here, but I'm not, I'm quite the opposite."

The President turned his head to Loki and yelled, "You are the villain! You are trying to rule this world, but in reality, you can't..."

Loki's foot came in contact with the President's jaw, making Obama fall to the floor and spit out blood. The villain's words dripped from his mouth like poison from the fangs of a snake, "Shut up, you mewling quim! You aren't better than the rest of them. You heathing creatures take everything for granted. Someone was bound to take this place over ages ago; I couldn't miss my chance. I could destroy this planet in a heartbeat, but where's the fun in that? I'd rather have a front row seat to watch the world burn."

"There's no way we can make it to the White House before Loki kills him," Tony replied, his breath a little shaky. "The place we searched was a trap. We're stuck here."