Always

Chapter One

** Hey guys this is the first story I've ever put on the internet so please forgive me if I have bad grammar or anything. Let me know if you like it and I will put up more I promise! Oh and I don't own any of the avengers or Loki, those are all Stan Lee :) Enjoy!**

Chapter One

"Have a nice day sir!" I called after Mr. Rodgers as he left the bookstore. "See you Amy! Thanks for the new book!" he waved as he walked out the door. Mr. Rodgers was an older man who lived in the residence buildings beside my bookstore. He came every Thursday and I loved talking to him and recommending new books for him to read. As I watched him leave I smiled to myself, wondering how he will like 'Henry VI'. I glanced at the clock and realizing it was quarter to 5 and I quickly locked up the cash and started cleaning.

I lived a quiet life in the busy New York City. I owned my own little bookstore and lived right above it in my crappy apartment. For a twenty-four year old, my life wasn't that bad. Sure my apartment needed some renovations, but it was mine. I left home as soon as I hit eighteen, eager to leave the nest. It wasn't that my parents were horrible or anything, on the contrary they were quite wonderful. My father was the owner of a multi-millionaiare book publishing company while my mother was a simple kindergarten teacher. They fell in love at the young age of twenty and married a year later. My parents have always been the cute-totally-in-love kind of couples, but my fathers work often busied himself far too much, but my mother didn't mind. After all, she soon had a little baby that she would have to take care of. As you can probably guess, that baby would be me. My parents only had one child, which for me was lonely at times but I occupied my child playtime with my best friend Ivy. Ivy had always been there for me, ever since we were little. We met when I was three, in my daycare. Her and I at first loathed eachother because we would always want to play with the same toy; School Teacher Barbie. As kids we had both dreamed of being teachers, because believe it or not Ivy's mother was a teacher too. My mother and hers both got along quite well and later on became best friends, just like Ivy and me. Eventually Ivy and I agreed on sharing the barbie doll and made a personal calender on when we would get the School Teacher Barbie. From then on we were inseperable and the rest is history.

As the clock showed five I shook myself out of my revere of the past and closed up for the night. The crisp air nipped my skin as I headed out for a coffee before going home. I put on a light jacket for the breeze and headed out. I've grown up in New York my entire life, so I know the dangers lurking in the alleys I stayed to the main roads soon reaching my favorite coffee shop, Starbucks. As I opened the door to go in I blushed, because Jeremy happened to be working the cashier tonight. Jeremy had been working at this Starbucks for over a month now and I couldn't stop thinking about him. He smiled as I came in and waved me over "Hey Amy what can I get for you?" I bit my lip failing to hide a smile "Hi Jeremy I'll just get the usual if you remember..." "Vanilla latte with extra cream?" He already moved to start making my order. I blushed again saying "I guess you know my coffee order" and immediately hated myself for saying that. I was such an awkward flirt and I wanted to do a face palm but then it would be even more awkward. So instead I went for the awkward giggle. Thankfully Jeremy laughed at my lame attempt and finished making my drink. I've never been good in the 'boyfriend department' if you will. I actually just suck at talking to guys in general. The only boy I had even considered my boyfriend was Caleb Summers in grade two and I only thought so because he always kicked dirt in my face. My mother had always said "If a boy makes fun of you or bugs you, he is obviously in love with you". I figured out the hard way that Caleb actually just hated me and my grade two heart was crushed.

I paid Jeremy and grabbed my drink, saying a quick goodbye and heading out the door. I never stayed in the shop to drink my latte, I felt way too awkward. As I was heading back with the sun still dimly lighting the streets, I glanced up to see something huge and black falling fast in my direction. I ran to the side and dove right before it hit the sidewalk. Bits of concrete and rock flew everywhere and I couldn't see a thing. I coughed and slowly sat up, wincing in pain. A chunk of concrete landed on my foot and even though I shoved the rock off I could barely wiggle my toes. I glimpsed through the dust at what appeared to be a huge metal car crashed into the walkway, but I couldn't be sure. I stood up and limped towards the machine, drawn by its intricate design. Suddenly what I guess was the door got kicked open and out stepped a man. I jumped back tripping over my own feet, landing on my ass and gazed in wonder at the tall dark haired stranger before me. He was really tall, like at least 6 feett, and he had the strangest costume I had ever seen. It was made of all leather and metal armor, colored black and green. He has a black cape as well. Was this some kind of play? The man had a pale complexion with jet black hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes were an electric blue that seemed to have an unnatural glow to them. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He didn't seem to see me and strode over to the middle of the street with confidence, holding some kind of staff in his hand. A crowd started forming but no one dared to say a word or call for help. The man smirked at the growing audience and looked around. His eyes finally fell on me and gazed at me with a curious look. My heart fluttered lightly and he smirked, as if hearing my betraying heart. "You there" he yelled pointing at me with his staff "Where am I?" his voice was like silk and filled my ears so I couldn't hear anything else. I stopped myself from sighing pleasantly and cleared my throat. "Y-You're in New York City" I stammered, never even glimpsing at anything else but him. He ran his fingers through his hair and then marched over to me. A tremor of fear passed over me as he came closer, and then pointing his staff at me he growled "No you stupid little...." he stopped abruptly as I clumsily stood up in defense. "I am not stupid. You were the one who crashed your flying plane thing not me." I tried to hide my fear in my voice but I was unsuccessful, with my voice wavering slightly at the end. Even though m insides were melting from fear from being under his gaze, I boldly stood there glaring at him and ignoring the shooting pain from my foot. I had no ideawhy and where this burst of courage came from, I should have stayed quiet like the others. But I refused to be bullied by this man, even though he intimidated me to no end. He looked at me blankly then started to laugh. "I must have landed in the right place. Thor has told me all about you mortals who think they are so brave when you are nothing but ants who could be squashed at any moment from a giant boot like myself. It's good to be in New York City once more." he was still smiling at me in amusement and I felt uneasy. When he mentioned New York City his expression darkened, making me even more uneasy. He turned towards the crowd shouting "My name is Loki Laufeyson foolish mortals. Fear my name and kneel before your new ruler." At first no one kneeled, but Loki shot a blue flame from his staff and hit a nearby mailbox, exploding it and turning it into ash. The crowd jumped and knelt and bowed in fear, but I stayed standing, refusing to kneel down. I remembered the New York attack from before. Loki had tried to take over the entire planet but the Avengers came together and defeated him and his army. Many people, including my parents didn't belive in such an outrageous story. I mean, Aliens? Really? Many just shook it off as a terrorist attack, but I refused to believe it. I knew this man was dangerous and how he escaped Thor and arrived hear again, I may never know. But I knew one thing for certain. The villains always lose. THe Avengers will come again and Loki will be taken away for good this time. So yes, I refused to kneel to the man who was sure to lose at any moment.

Loki chuckled and nodded in satisfaction to the citizens of NYC and faced me again, surprised at my boldness. I looked to the skies for any sign of the superheros who were supposed to save us all, but none came into view. "Are you searching for the Avengers darling? Because know this. They will not come. I have made sure of that." He paused and stared at me, my fear showing much more now with his words sinking in. Panic errupted in my mind telling me to kneel and obey this man, but I stayed standing. Avengers or no Avengers I will die a free woman. "In the end, you will always kneel" he whispered, towering over me.