Hazel Levesque Meets the Avengers

Chapter 6

Doctor Strange

I ran outside after Thor. The god had changed since I last saw him. His long golden locks had been cut to the point where it looked brown. He somehow looked relaxed and tense at the same time. He held a battleaxe instead of good old Mjolnir. 

Anyway, I chased him to an old abandoned alleyway. Why an alleyway? Alleyways almost always meant fights.  I knew how Thor's powers had grown stronger, and I didn't quite want to be on the receiving end of one of his bolts. 

I raised my hands. "Hey, Thor. It's me." I started carefully. He turned. As I suspected, his eyes were black again. His battleaxe kept slipping from his hands, they were shaking so bad. 

"Who the hell are you?" He growled. 

I must admit, I was slightly taken aback by this. Thor would have had to be possessed for about a year or two for his possessor to be able to control his voice. They had enough control to alter Thor's memories and thoughts. 

I decided to try to awaken his memories of meeting me. "It's me." I replied, adding a bit of arrogance in my voice, like I had when I met him. "You know? Your good old pal, Doctor Stephen Strange? What's up? Want a beer?"

Thor looked confused, and I took that moment to react. 

I summoned a lasso of light from my ring and snatched his battleaxe from his hands and smacked it over his head, Ronald Weasley style (if you don't know who he is, have you been living under a rock for the past 17 years or something?). He crumpled immediately. I left him there with a note saying:

Dear Avengers

Sorry about this. Thor was possessed and has been for the last year or two. You guys are idiots. How did you not notice?

I decided not to sign it in case the Avengers came knocking on my door. I then walked back to check on them. I just hoped that they didn't disappear in a flash of light (my anti-bad-guy alarm, don't judge).