Angel of Darkness

Chapter 1

The Queen's Jet

"Your majesty, we're getting close." A man called out. He looked down at his apprentice flying the jet, the boy's scrawny little arms struggled to keep the aircraft aflight, and shook his head.

"Very well." The woman scanned the cab before her, watching the soldiers duck their heads to avoids eye contact. "Listen well, all of you." Her voice was strong, making even the toughest of men cringe in fear. "Now, you are about to be sent into the S.H.I.E.L.D. base and I expect you to undertake the task of finding your leader, and extract him from that horrid cage they have held him in. Half of you will guard the entrance while the rest will go in to fight any unwanted S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Two of you will brake off to find your leader." She paused to take a breath, narrowing her eyes on the one they called Hawkeye. "Barton."

"Yes, my queen?"

"You will sneak into the control room, and shut down their surveillance system."

He nodded. "I will do my best."

"Oh, and Barton?"

"Yes?"

She smiled darkly. "Don't worry about having to kill someone. If it were me, I would enjoy ripping their precious little hearts out and crushing them into dust."

He looked at her with wide eyes, and nodded again.

"Your majesty?" The man called out again, pulling the woman's attention from Hawkeye.

"Yes?"

"We're here."

"Good." She gestured to the men in the jet cabin. "I expect you all to come back with your job exceeded. Now, go!"

One by one, they jumped out of the plane and onto the S.H.I.E.L.D. hovercraft, the two groups doing exactly as she commanded.

"Hmm.." A low hum buzzed through her thin lips. "Graham, come here, and bring your trainee with you."

The man who was watching the boy driving looked back at her, and the young teen who had his fingers tightly gripped on the steering wheel pointed a finger at his chest.

"Yes, you, come here." She snapped.

Graham walked over causally as the teenage boy hurriedly rushed over to the woman's side, and bent down on his knees.

"Oh get up, child you look pathetic." She hissed. "I am not Loki so you mustn't need to kneel in front of me to plead your allegiance."

"Yes, your majesty."

"I like that. Your majesty. You, boy know what to call me that will just make my day. However, you are wise for a young one, now tell me, what is your name?"

"Ander, your majesty." He stammered quietly.

"Ahh, yes, Ander. I remember having Graham choose an assistant and it appears he chose well. I could use your brains on my side. What do you say about being able to help me with something?"

"I would do anything for you, your majesty."

"Hmm, so loyal." She cooed, gently patting Ander's shoulder, and nodding towards Graham who was standing silently by her side. "But, you mustn't do, you're too scrawny."

"What?" Ander looked at her worriedly.

"Breathe boy, I'm just going to bulk you up a bit."

The woman tapped her fingers one by one on his left shoulder, feeling the power run through her veins, before sending a electrical shock of magic into his body. In seconds she watched him grow taller, his shoulders no long bony, but strong and broad, and his well defined muscles pressed tightly against his shirt.