Avengers Generations

Chapter 28

Fenrir peered out from behind his barricade of storage crates at the battle before him. No one was fighting yet, but his muscles were tense and prepared for the scene.

He had left his cousin with the rest of his team, protected by the agents in the secret passage. He had run up to see what the commotion was about, and had been followed closely by Director Fury, but the man didn't know where he was hiding. Fury had pulled his gun to prepare for Hrimthurs' attack only to be joined by the Iron Man, and now three more Avengers as well. Fenrir had been surprised to see his father in the mix with them, but had not broken his watch.

Now, Hrimthurs had given the order to attack, and Fenrir felt the jolt of adrenalin sear through his veins to his heart like a deadly poison. The army - a fair group of Midgardians - watched for an opening in the Avengers' defenses. They were not very skillful, Fenrir observed... As if they had only begun their training as warriors and had simply learned the basics.

The Iron Man made the first move while the rest of his team secured their ground. He backed as far as he could from the mob and fired his hands toward them, taking out a few. He didn't fire again right away - it seemed as if he needed to wait to replenish the energy.

The deaths caused by Tony Stark prodded the army and fanned their aggression. They surged toward their attacker with their weapons raised, but slowed as Loki ran defensively in front of Iron Man and held his hands up in a powerful confidence.

Fenrir breathed in sharply, genuinely upset at his father's suicidal move. A man wielded his blue sword and slashed through Loki in a quick, easy slice. Fenrir felt a jolt of pain and almost cried out before he saw that the blade passed through his father and left him unharmed. The boy was confused, and his eyes darted around the scene, looking for some explanation. To his relief, Fenrir saw that Loki also seemed to be behind the army, picking a glowing weapon off a fallen woman. The man between Iron Man and the army must have only been one of his father's decoys, which Fenrir himself had not seen since he was a very young boy.

As Loki began attacking the army from the rear, Thor, carrying Hawkeye by the waist, stepped quietly toward Fenrir's hiding place. Fenrir ducked down to avoid being seen, but could tell by their snips of communication that Thor meant to prop him up against the boxes to fire as the king himself set up the man's wheelchair. For a few minutes, Fenrir heard the twang of a bow fire mixed within the sounds of battle, but Thor did not seem to be having much success with the chair. Fenrir hesitated a moment, and drew out of the shadows of his barricade and laid his hands on the contraption.

"Nephew!" Thor said with surprise, looking down at his dark-haired kin "It is not safe for you here! Where is your cousin?"

"She is safe, my king." Fenrir replied simply, twisting and pulling at the black machine until it resembled a seat. Thor nodded quickly and pulled Clint into the chair in a swift movement. The archer glanced toward Fenrir, but hardly acknowledged him before turning his attention back toward the attackers. He quickly wheeled off, leaving Thor with Fenrir.

"Protect Einmyria." The king commanded, summoning Mjolnir into his tight fist.

"I am." Fenrir said, pulling himself down behind the crates as Thor ran into the battle, swinging his hammer skillfully.

The mob swirled around, attempting to strike down the Avengers with their blades, but they hardly ever hit firmly. It was as if they weren't trying to kill, but only inconvenience them.

The Avengers themselves were striking down their attackers in droves. The Iron Man shot them with the blasts from his suit, Thor swung Mjolnir into numerous fighters at a time, Loki fought with a glowing blade, Hawkeye shot right and left, and Captain America tossed Nick Fury a handgun to fire. Fenrir couldn't see the whole team at a time, but he knew the battle was in their favor.