There are no men like me

Fate is an ironic asshole

Washington DC was in complete and utter chaos .Far too many people were dead or injured and nobody could quite understand what the hell was going on.

Just that two super secret spy agencies were on each other's tail and were dropping explosives all over the city .

I thought I had moved here to get away from this type of shit? I seriously have the worst luck!

My new address turned out to be Manhattan..and boy did that end just brilliantly !

Aliens had literally invaded, and a good portion of the city was reduced to nothing but rubble. Including the library I worked in... Completely smashed to the ground by the help of the giant fucking ' Alien-whale' landing on top of it when Hulk took it out of the sky.

In the aftermath of the war the mythical God who had caused this had quite mysteriously disappeared . Only indication of him even being here was the sudden discovery of new alien bodies blasted with magic, every now and then. The police had been on high alert and were strongly advising everyone to stay indoors .

I hurried down the sidewalk, eager to heed the warnings and get indoors. Sirens seemed to be blaring from every direction. This side of the town was seemingly bare of any and all foot traffic.. Either everyone was stuck in the traffic jam in the heart of the trouble, or they were already safely tucked inside their homes.

Lucky for them.

I ducked into a side alley, opting for a shortcut home rather than the main roads, the quicker I got off the streets, the better. I played with the frayed thread from the forming hole in my jeans as I walked, trying to keep my mind from overthinking what was going on in the city. It would turn anyone mad

A thump and a groan wrenched me from my thoughts, stopping me where I was.... Glancing up , I first noticed the numerous bodies... Alien bodies spread out around the alleyway, some of the limbs were twisted at odd angles, and others had an oddly coloured liquid leaking from their forms .

But all of them, all of them were completely still. Except one.

He stood in the centre of all of them; tall, lean, and imposing. An impressive and intimidating man , dressed regally in green and black, with long raven hair that fell to his shoulders. His right hand held a knife while his left hand seemed to let off a faint glow. In his palms particles swirled around in a mist of green to form a ball that shot downwards immediately stilling the man..or rather alien ..that was trying to attack him.

The gasp left my mouth before my brain could order my lips to seal shut. His head snapped up instantly , his cold , green eyes meeting my own in a cold and calculating dark gaze .

Panic flooded my body, and I bolted back the way I came towards . Away from the dead corpses . Away from him. However before I could run maybe three steps ? , he flashed in front of me. A thunderous weight crashing me in the wall . He twisted my arms and pinned them behind me . Before I could cry out in pain , his left hand closed around my throat and he started constricting.

Slowly ,leisurely , as if drawing out my death.

I clawed and struggled with as much force as I could muster, but the smooth , cool hand was unmoving .

I could feel the life slowly seep out of me. They say the mind plays your life in front of you when you're about to die. I never believed until now. Until I was actually about to die. My mind wandered to my parents , my unfulfilled dreams , my miserable life, my will to live.... it was all draining out .

While I was experiencing my near death hallucinations , his entire body seemed to have tensed on top of me, like he could see what was going on in my brain..his grip loosened a fraction. But enough for me to greedily gulp in air . His hand left my throat completely only to return a second later but this time the grip wasn't that strong and his palm emitted the same faint glow.In my shocked state I did nothing but stand. When he removed his hand , I noticed the sudden lack of pain. What? How?

He had healed me? was that even possible?

I looked up at his face ,to see him analysing me with a sort of perplexed expression. I vaguely registered his annoyingly beautiful face and I took note that his messy hair were deep black in colour. He had high cheekbones that shaped his face perfectly..and his lips formed a perfect bow.

Of course my attacker would be eye candy, because why the fuck not?

Fate is an ironic asshole.

A low snarl came from behind us. I shifted my neck slowly to see that one of the alien bodies had risen and was now holding a spear..a literal spear. The alien looked at us with what remotely resembled human eyes. His gaze landed on me and then shifted to him. His face contorted with rage. Growling h e surged forward and lunged at us but Mr.Green and black ( I didn't know his name ok?! ) met him midway with a knife of his own .

I had no interest whatsoever in seeing their fight so I bolted .My senses finally returning to me, I hastily took off running. Turning blocks and blocks until I reached my house . Until I locked the door and closed the curtains. Until I was sure I was away from danger ....

Or was I ?

A/N

Hey! this is a new storyline Im exploring . I have not seen this sort of plot anywhere else .But if you have kindly do tell me .
FYi, this story is an AU but will contain snippets from the marvel movies.

I'll update soon..
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