The Avenger Class Servant (A Fate/Stay Night/Avengers crossover)

Death of a Hero

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Shirou was running through the Helicarrier looking for help, but found no one.  He searched everywhere, but couldn't find anything.  Getting annoyed, he stopped and reinforced his senses.  He heard screams, shouting, and gunfire.  It was chaos.  Then he heard a familiar shout.  It was Thor.  Running as fast as he can, he raced towards Thor's voice.

As he was getting closer, a man was blasted through the wall.  He had black hair and wore a green and black get up.  He was also scorched.  Shirou instantly armed himself, tracing his fathers Calico M590, and pointed the gun at him.

"Who are you?" Shirou questioned.

The man coughed, shaken by the whatever blast hit him.  He then glared at Shirou.  "I am Loki.  A god.  Point your useless weapon somewhere else."

Shirou's eyes narrowed.  Loki, Shirou thought.  He's the one I need to stop.  

Loki's eyes widened, but before he could do anything, Shirou came at him, tracing Durandal to slice him in two.  Loki snarled and dodged the blows.  He then summoned his own staff, and the two began their own battle.  Loki shot some energy blasts, but Shirou's magical resistance negated each shot.  Rushing forward, Shirou swung the peerless sword at the god of mischief, but slashed through an illusion instead.  Loki appeared behind him and threw a vent at me via telekinesis, but sliced it with by Shirou's sword.

Damn, Shirou thought.  Those illusions are annoying.  And I can't use my more powerful weapons because they would destroy the Helicarrier.  Such a troublesome predicament.

Loki stared at Shirou with interest.  "It seems like your not an ordinary human.  How'd you like to join the winning sign."

Shirou smirked.  "Not interested.  I suppose you won't surrender now."

Loki glared.  "Not on your life, mongrel.  I will be king."

Inside Shirou, something snapped.  That last comment was too similar to Gilgamesh for his liking.  Un-tracing Durandal, Shirou now created a different weapon.  Something meant to kill gods.  Shirou was now armed with Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven.  He sent the chains at Loki, who blocked it with his scepter.  Shirou then used the chains to grab Loki, and hurled him across the corridor.  He was about to attack again, when he saw something that made him freeze.  Loki took this chance and disappeared.

With the threat now gone, Shirou ran through the hole Loki had made.  A man, probably a S.H.I.E.L.D. official, laid dying, next to a strange gun.  Loki must have stabbed him with his scepter.  Shirou knew that no amount of healing magecraft would help this man, so he ran towards him and prepared to summon Avalon.

However, before he could do it, the man grabbed him.  "Help them.  Help them save the world," he whispered into my ear.  He stared pleadingly into my eyes.  And then, he saw no more.

"Don't worry," Shirou said.  "I'll help them save this world."