Shadows Break Out (Loki x Nebula: Avengers)

Nebula POV

(I started writing them in 1st person because I hate writing in 3nd.)

The Captain and the Iron Man, still gripping hold of my collar, walk towards the fallen god. They both looked out of breath as the looked down upon Loki.

Speaking to each other, the Iron Man said, "Captain."

The Captain said back to him, "Stark."

They grabbed both of us and walked onto their ship. It wasn't the best looking ship. This race must be really underdeveloped. The Iron Man locked me in a seat across from Loki, who was in a state of dazed from the blast. "Don't think of anything." the Iron Man said as he removed his mask to reveal a man.

I smiled. They think they can hold me.

The man with the shield took off his helmet. He's pale with pale hair and pale eyes. Those blue eyes watched Nebula.

She shifted a little in her seat.

"Steve..." someone called from the front seat of the ship. They started to lift off, "Fury wants you back at the helicarrier."

The blonde male turned to the front of the aircraft and said something to the woman in the front.

"Trickster." I snapped at Loki in my native language, I haven't spoken in this tough since Thanos... since he... took me from my home.

Everyone's eyes fell on me. Outside the craft a steady sound could be heard, I think it's this planet's version of rain.

"This part of the plan?" I asked him.

Lifting his head, Loki smiled and replied in my tongue, "Nebula, calm down."

"I just want to kill them." I smiled when I said that.

The Iron Man pointed his plan at me, "What are you saying, Smuff?"

I smiled at him. The evil smile my father would show me when Gamora beat me at battle. Moving my head up towards him ever so slowly. "Nothing," I said, my cold voice echoing the room.

"Who are you exactly are you?" the woman in the front seat says towards the back. She turned around to face us. Her red hair resting on the seat.

I won't answer. Loki didn't answer.

Then a bang on the roof of the ship. "What's that?" someone yelled. A crack of lighting could be heard.

Loki flenched.

"What are you so scared of?" the Iron Man asked Loki, seeing his reaction. "Don't like the lighting?"

Loki smiled, "I'm not so fond of what follows."

The woman in the front seat got up. She was smaller than most of the men, but I know she is ten times better at fighter than them. She stands like my sister. She stands like an assassin. "Loki, the God of Mischief, he has a brother- The God of Thunder."

The Iron Man placed his helmet upon his head. He pressed a button on the wall near him. A cool wind was felt from the butt of the ship opening.

A man landed. He couldn't be seen among the shadows but I knew he was strong. Reaching in the ship and grabbed Loki from his seat. Pulling him out of the ship, then dropping him before jumping out himself.

"Hey, he's mine!" the Iron Man said before following the Gods.

I shifted in my seat.

Blonde boy clicked his helmet on.

"Steve!" the redhead assassin said to the blonde man, "You can't compete with them, they're basically gods."

Before long, Steve had a parachute on and wasn't listening to the woman's cries for him not to go. "There's only one God, ma'am," he addressed her cries, "And I pretty sure He doesn't dress like that." With that, the blonde boy jumped into the darkness of the night.

The woman reached for a parachute bag as well but a voice in the front seat stopped her. "Natasha." it spoke, it shouldn't much like a man, "Leave it, this Thor dude will bring him back."

She turned to face me now. Her short red hair tucked behind her ears, her round face and green eyes stared into my soul. This girl was a killer, much like me. "What do you know about Loki?" she asked, looking at me but I dared not say a word.

The guy flying the ship turned it a little, looping back to get the cargo he dropped, as he answered Natasha's question, "Nevada a few years ago. Thor was found along with his hammer-" His voice drifted off.

Natasha studied my body. "You're alien."

I answered the assassin, "I'm not from this planet."

"Where're you from?" she question, moving towards my weapons that lie next to me.

I could probably grab them. I could jump down and run with Loki. But that's no the plan! My mind yelled at me. Trust Loki!

Her pale figures wrapped around my blade, she picked it up. "This is alien." she studied it.

"It's not from this planet, it's Kree technology," I spoke, my voice cold to hide my feelings.

Putting the blade down next to me, she studied me once again. "You're an assassin." her voice cold. Memories came swimming back to her, I could see them in her eyes. Memories swam back to mine too.

My blue hand reaching for my sister. She hung off the cliff, I had put her there. "Sister!" I called to her. Our little figures were so close. "I got you, the fights over." I grabbed her hand. With much strength and power, Gamora pulled me over the edge of the cliff. She watched me as I feel. Thanos helped her up. I hit the ground and the world went black.

"I am." my voice was so cold that I could breathe ice.

She walked back up to the front and sat down in her seat.

I tried to finish my story in my head, but that was only the beginning of it.