The Unsung Avengers

PART I The Emergence of Lady Loki

The Unsung Avengers have had few trials, and their friendship grows as they enjoy the company of one another. But… what happens when these friendships are tried? Trusts are broken, loyalties challenged, abilities are tested, and Kerry is… kissed?!

The sun beat down and reflected little streaks of light on the green grass below. Scattered trees casted shadows over various patches, making the grass appear a darker shade of green and creating a slight chill under its long branches and shuddering leaves. It was a warm day for fall. Thus, it was a good day for a bit of fresh air and maybe a bit of a picnic.

            A girl sat at a picnic table planning to do just that. Her curly light brown hair fell on her shoulders, her single blonde streak running down either side of her head, a stark contrast to the rest of her hair. Her bright blue eyes flashed with annoyance as she glanced down at her watch.

            “Come on, guys,” she muttered. “You’re late! How come I’m the only one here?”

            A smooth male voice came in answering, sounding slightly angry. “We’re not late, you mewling qui-”

            He was cut off by the voice of a woman. “Loki!” the voice said. “What did I tell you about calling people that? Especially my friends!”

            The girl at the picnic table turned her head to see the newcomers, though she already knew who they were. Shading her eyes from the bright sun with her hand, she made out the small figure of a woman with gorgeous long dark brown hair standing next to a taller man’s figure. The man, Loki, wore a casual Asgardian green tunic and had long, dark hair neatly combed back.

            “Hey, Kerry!” the sitting girl said, standing. They embraced for a moment, then Kerry said, “Sorry we’re a bit late, Sarah. Where’s everyone else?”

            Sarah issued a warm hello to the man beside Kerry, “Hello, Loki,” and then turned back to Kerry. “I don’t know. Well, Megan… tends to be late, we’re lucky if Tony shows up, Thor has to travel quite a long way, and who knows about the rest?” Pausing for a second, Sarah looked at Loki. “Do you… happen to know where Thor is?”

            “No,” he replied. “We may be brothers, but we don’t know where each other are all the time.”

            Sarah sighed. “Thanks anyway,” she said. “Anyhow, we might as well set up. I brought the sandwich meat.”

            Kerry nodded. “We brought the bread and paper plates,” she added, producing them out of a bag she held at her side. She moved forward and set them on the picnic table. Just then, three more people approached. Kerry turned to look at them.

            “Sorry we’re late, ma’am,” said a tall, muscled man with neat blonde hair.

            “I told you not to call me ‘ma’am’, Steve,” Kerry responded. “We’re friends. I’m Kerry. And anyway, I just got here. Sarah’s the one who’s been waiting.”

            Steve nodded and turned his attention to Sarah, who was busy setting out plates. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Sarah,” he said apologetically.

            “Well, I’m not,” said a man behind him. He had dark brown hair growing from his head as well as from a mustache and beard. His brown eyes shone with a rude playfulness. “I got here just when I wanted to.”

            “Tony Stark!” said a girl beside him, lightly punching him. Her straight brown hair framed her face as she scrunched it up slightly in irritation. “Show some respect. We made Sarah wait.”