Together We Stand...

Chapter 7

        I felt Natasha grab my hand as she freed herself from the wreckage. I stared at the massive, green monstrosity that was the Hulk in awe as the agent yanked me up the stairs to get away from him and his wrath. Tumbling and weaving in and out of pipes was proving to be effective for a period of time, until the Hulk suddenly grabbed Natasha from the catwalk and yanked her down.

        "Agent Romanoff!" I swooped down and managed to pry her from the Hulk's grip with my powers, but the monster itself was far too strong for me to hold down, and I couldn't do something like get into his head to calm him down. "Get down," I hissed. She and I fell to the ground and began to crawl beneath the catwalk, hoping to avoid the Hulk's line of sight. I was trying to lead us toward the door, until the ground suddenly began to shake. Quickly, Natasha and I shot up and ran onto the catwalk, and she pulled out her gun while I readied myself to throw him back if necessary. The beast roared and began tearing down the catwalk, so thinking fast, Natasha shot at some sort of pipe, sending it flying against him, giving the two of us enough time to gain some sort of an advantage. I could feel the ground vibrating as he got closer, and fearfully, I turned back to see how much time we had, only to be slapped against the wall by a giant, green hand. I screamed as my wings took a large impact for the third time today. Terror spread through me as I looked up to see the Hulk looming over me, looking as though he were about to attack again. Just as he raised his fist to pound into me, a blur flew into him and threw him through the wall into the next room. Natasha helped me up, and I looked into the room to see Thor beating Hulk with his hammer.

        "We are not your enemies, Banner!" he cried in that triumphant voice. "Try to think!" The Hulk sent him flying with a painful punch to the face, crashing him into a stack of crates.

        "Sir, we've lost all power in Engine One!" a technician announced over the com system.

        "It's Barton. He took out our systems. Does anybody copy?"

        "This is Agent Romanoff. I copy." The redheaded agent looked down at me. "I need you to stay here and help Thor." I nodded and she squeezed my shoulders. "You've got this, kiddo." The blonde-haired demigod offered me a smile, and I stuck out my hand to make my staff appear.

        "We should go make sure your brother is still in place. I can guarantee that if this specific group of people are attacking us, they're trying to break him out of here." We ran into the detention room to find Loki just outside of the detention cell.

        "No!" Thor lunged at him to try and stop him, but oddly enough, he went right through his brother and ended up trapped in the cell. I looked over at the real Loki, who was over at the console that controlled the cell.

        "Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki chuckled, clearly proud of himself. Angered, Thor began to throw his hammer against the glass, cracking it slightly and causing the cell to rock slightly. "The humans think us immortal. Should we test that?"

        "Move away, please." I looked over to see Agent Coulson holding some sort of prototype gun, aiming it straight at Loki, who stepped away from the switch that would release Thor into the unknown. "You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does. Do you wanna find out?" Suddenly, another Loki appeared behind Agent Coulson, and before I could do anything, he stabbed him through the heart with the tip of his scepter.

        "No!" Loki threw him against the wall and pressed the switch that released the compound through the bottom of the ship. I could feel anger brewing in me, and I threw Loki against the wall and held him down with my magic. Throwing my staff to the ground, I marched and stood over Loki, glaring at him menacingly. He looked as though he were defeated for a moment, but as quickly as the expression came, it passed. He grabbed a hold of the staff in my hands and flipped me to the ground, causing that stabbing, surging, pulsating pain to target its specific point on my back. I writhed on the floor, only able to watch as Loki started to stroll out.