| Morningstar | A Crossover Story

☆Chapter Six☆

The first time Loki walked past Bill's room, he saw nothing. Knowing something was fishy about that, Loki stopped and backtracked. For once, the demon had actually tidied up his room. And Bill was gone. He was somewhere in the tower. Probably alone...causing imminent trouble.
Loki shrugged. Who was he to care if the demon blew himself up?

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Bill sat on the bean bag in Natasha's room. He thought she wasn't really the type to have such furniture in her room. She seemed too classy. But once Bill plopped down onto the surface of the bean bag, he realized it was quite comfortable. Until it started to swallow him.
"Agh! This thing is gonna kill me! Sasha!"
After some adjustments, Bill was not being eaten by a bean bag. Not on Natasha's watch.
"You know, for an all-knowing celestial being, you're pretty clueless," Natasha said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Not my fault humans invented such wasteful, and dangerous things."
"Bill, it's a bean bag."
Bill waved a hand in the air sheepishly. He leaned back into the bean bag, enjoying the rushing sound that resulted.
"So, hey, 'bout that infiltration thing,"
"No, you won't have to wear a dress. I've told you this at least a thousand times now," Natasha continued to pack a suit case.
"Actually you've only told me five times here, but who's keeping track?"
Natasha stopped and stared at the innocent look Bill flashed her way.
"I should make you wear a dress."
That changed Bill's demeanour almost instantly. It took a second to register, first.
"Wha-hey! No! Stark'll make fun of me! And Christmad Tree'll use it as blackmail! I know he will; that guy is plotting something. You can see it in his eyes," Bill hissed the last part of his sentence.
Natasha zipped up her suitcase with a sigh.
"Yes, yes. Now, you better be packed, or I'll stuff you in a suit case."

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A private jet landed in a Paris runway. Seven people and a demon exited, and got into two black Audi SUVs waiting for them. They drove to a rather extravagant hotel, and prepared for a gala, if you could call it that. In truth, it was a meeting to discuss certain dates for certain bombs to be launched. It was a dance to celebrate the end of the world.
"They say the devil comes dressed in black," The statement was so cheesy, Bill tired his hardest to not spit out his drink.
The man who approached him was the one they needed to interrogate. Alexander Drake. A key part in the stolen weapons mission, and he was supposedly the one who smuggled the relic in.
"So," Drake leaned against the bar, "what sort of demon are you?"
Bill could hear Tony laughing on the other side of his receiver. No doubt everyone else was choking with laughter, too. Bill turned to face this man he already dubbed as weak. If he had some sort of strength, he would have adored the idea of torturing him for trying to destroy his world.
"I'm the kind that wants to see the world burn."
Drake looked at Bill like he was another connection in a long line of greedy humans. He grinned something filthy and arrogant, placing a hand on Bill's back.
"Well then, if you are able, please follow me. I believe I may have something that interests you."
He dies first. Bill brushed off Drake's attempt at a gentle gesture, and smirked. The demon put on a mask, a well-thought out mask that made him look utterly human, mundane, and any other words that described the plain mortality of the beings of Earth. The demon was led out of the ball room, down a hallway with dark, red walls and brass lamps hanging on the walls. There were more than just the two of them walking alone in the corridor. Bill could at least sense some presence behind him. He knew, at least, someone was there to kill him if he made the wrong move, or there was someone there if he screwed up.
"So, what perks your interest, hm? Guns? Chemical weapons?"
"Bombs, specifically," Bill snickered, "the kind with codes."
Drake stared back silently, and somewhere the pinch of a button being pushed could be heard. Drake was absolutely astonished; he definitely wanted to know why someone like Bill would want nuclear weapons.
"Well, for that, you'd have to pay a small fee," Drake chipped.
"Really?" Bill lowered his gaze and tried to sound pouty. "You wouldn't let a fellow like me trying to give the planet a good ole crisp a discount or something?"
"I like you're style, but no, can't do that."
Bill sighed, but continued following Drake. Eventually they came to a room where guards opened the doors for them, and a table sat in the middle
of the room. Several other men sat in the seats provided, murmuring incoherent things. A guard brought in another chair for Bill, and wordlessly he sat down.
Y'know, you'd think there'd be more people here. I could name off more tham a few willing to destroy parts of the world with nukes, Bill thought. He suspected only a small group knew of this organization. If S.H.I.E.L.D had only found out about them now, who knows what could have already been done. Bill listened intently as Drake began an excited explanation of what his organization was trying to do. Blah, blah, weapons for your countries, blah blah, use whenever and on whatever you'd like. It was basic government junk. Bill gave a tap to his ear piece. Tony. Back at the hotel, would send a signal to one of the other Avengers to crash the meeting.
Ten minutes later, Thor came crashing through the window. Loki appeared by the door, ensuring no one would escape the room. Thor ended up whacking the person nearest to him, a sign that the god of thunder was a little too jittery, and the guy went flying across the room.
"Thor! You were ordered to create a distraction, not kill the first person you laid eyes upon!" Loki scolded his brother, who was already inspecting the unconscious man.
Bill skipped over to Thor, and leaned down to poke at the unconscious guy.
"Oh, this guy is totally not gonna remember crap."
Drake, who had looked rather stunned when Bill reacted the way he did to the Avengers barging in on such a meeting. It was at this moment Drake knew, he fucked up. The rest of the men in the room started frantically speaking to each other in broken Russian. Bill thought their accents sucked, and soon found out that they were actually just some bad dudes from the Scotland Yard.
"Welp, it's your guys' turn now. I did the boring stuff, now yall got to get locations and info off him."

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S.H.I.E.L.D came almost immediately to pick up everyone in the meeting room. Thor promised that he would say sorry to the guy he knocked out later. He was actually really sad about it.
Clint and Natasha would be sent out later to infiltrate the nuclear base and dismantle the organization. Tony had plans to get everyone drunk as soon as they got back. Bruce wanted no part of "that train wreck." Bill kept on making jokes about how he was a superhero now, and all he had done had been erased from existence. He got yelled at for being an idiot.

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