Hazel Levesque Meets the Avengers

Chapter 28

Frank

The ship twisted downwards and with a whine, it dropped. Hazel's eyes were cold. She muttered things under her breath. I only heard a bit of it, but it didn't sound pleasant. "Azra... power... fear... human." 

Think Frank think! I yelled in my head. We need stop the jet from falling. The engines been cut off, so we can't fly. Hazel's out, so we can't use her powers. We can't go back up but we're going down too fast. If only something could catch us and then-

An idea hit me so fast I wondered how I didn't think of it earlier. I tapped the blonde bearded guy's shoulder. "Um, excuse me? Is there a way to open the doors?" I asked.

He stared at me. His expression looked like he was asking Are you mad?  "Yeah, there is. Why?"

"I have an idea. There's no time to explain. Can you open the door for me?"

He hesitated. "Fine."

He walked over to the back, and I followed. "Are there any parachutes?" I urged.

"Are you planning to jump out?"

"No, just a back up plan."

"Well, no. No one expected the jet to crash, so no parachutes were installed."

I gulped. I wasn't even sure that my plan was going to work. But there was no time to waste. The jet was falling faster with every passing moment, and we were getting so close that I could just about differentiate between the trees and the grass. "Can you open the doors?" I demanded, my voice firmer. I sounded more authoritative.

The man was taken aback, but he then smiled and nodded. He opened a hatch in the wall. and the door flew open. Cold wind smashed inside in a howling rage, so loud that I couldn't even think. Stray things flew everywhere. I saw Tony Stark shouting something, but I couldn't make out anything. He was holding on to Peter. The poor boy had fainted, probably from a fear of heights.

I looked outside. There was no time to waste now. I jumped out of the jet.

Cold air crashed into me at all sides, smashing the wind from my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I was falling too fast; I could almost feel the ground coming up to meet me. I tried to get my thoughts in order. Okay. First things first. Relax. That way, if your plan fails, you have a higher chance of surviving. I felt my body go limp. I then put my plan to action.

I willed myself to be an elephant, taller than the Empire State Building. I felt my limbs grow long and heavy, my nose elongating until it became a trunk. I hit the earth on my four feet and pushed out my trunk, reaching for the jet.  I caught it, and wrapped my trunk around it. I slowly lowered it down until it reached the ground and transformed back into my normal self.

The others shakily stumbled out of the jet, their eyes wide. Two people safely carried Hazel and Peter out with them, and I let out a loud sigh of relief. Things were gonna be alright. For now anyway. We still had to rescue the Daughter of Chaos from the clutches of the children from the Ares cabin. Those Greeks could be terrifying when they needed to be, especially since they had literal Fear and Terror as relatives. The Greek Phobus and Deimos were scarier than the Roman, that's  for sure.

Hazel suddenly gasped and her eyes flew open. She scrambled away from the person carrying her (Black Widow, I think), her golden eyes wide with fear. But there was something else there. Something I'd seen only too often. Worry.

"We need to help her." She whispered. Then again; louder and firmer. "We need to help her."

I looked at her, confused. I was relieved to find that I wasn't the only one. "Who do we need to help now?" Black Widow asked.

"Azra. The children of Ares have her somewhere. They're scaring her, but she can't use her power for some reason. I think I saw some children of Mars there too."

"Can you describe the place?" I asked urgently, an idea forming in my mind.

Hazel pondered for a bit. "It was mostly red. It kind of looked like a house mixed with a nuclear bunker or safe house. There was a sword crossed with a spear behind a shield hung up on a wall over a fireplace. Oh yeah, there were also no windows."

Something clicked in my mind. "I know where she is." I declared. "There is a small safe house for children of Mars and Ares. Only we know where it is."

"Wait a second. What's going on? Why are we rescuing her? What happened in Mount Olympus?" Someone yelled. I'm pretty sure it was Tony Stark. My mouth fell open. How does he know about Mount Olympus? I thought.

"Azra is a daughter of Chaos. Ares convinced his children that she's on the bad side, and they took her away somewhere." Will explained.

Tony whistled. "Damn. Everyone's after her. How old is she? 13?"

Will nodded. "'Round about." He shrugged.

"Then what are we waiting for? If they're using her fear against her, who knows what could happen. She could die!" 

"Two things." I interrupted. "How do you know about Mount Olympus?"

"My father and mother were demigods. Hephaestus visited me a few days ago." Tony replied.

"Another, how are we going to get there?"

"You can take us, can't you?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I pictured somewhere safe, somewhere to go to after a long day of fighting. Something manifested in my mind. It was like a compass needle, pointing the direction to me. It burned a fiery red, and that was suddenly the only thing I could see. I opened my eyes, and I could practically see the needle lying in the grass ahead of me. The others gasped, but I barely registered it. I could sense the distances and the times it would take in my mind, as if I was a navigation device. 

"I can get us there, but it's going to take a while. I hope you're ready." I affirmed, my voice almost a growl.

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Holy shit, this chapter was late. Sorry.