"If you want me", Leona panted, "come and get me"
Loki chuckled, languidly sweeping a hand up and under their chin, "want you in which way, darling? Don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important distinction to make before we proceed"
Loki was at it again. Planning to take over humanity and maybe something darker. What astonishes the Avengers is the fact that he claims humanity is already doom to end in a couple of decades, he's just helping the destruction come faster.
Avengers are having a hard time keeping up with his plans and attacks so they resorted on finding some more people to aid them, people with powers, magic, visions and something more.
But all they found till now are "heroes" who have zero to no potential in standing against the God of Mischief. Until, they met Leona Rhodes. The perfect Avenger. The perfect Hero. The biggest Mistake.
She was no hero, no avenger, no saint.