My arm sheepishly slung over my face as I turned on my back after waking up from a very realistic nightmare. The light from the window glowed annoyingly in my face; beckoning me awake. I wanted to sleep more, but I figured I should keep moving. I can't have SHIELD on my tail too long. I've survived too far into this little fiasco without getting captured; however, they seem to always know where to find me. I grumbled; reluctant to get up. I rolled off the bed purposefully and stood to the best of my ability; limping to the bathroom in order to get the feeling back in my legs. Oh, how I hated mornings. I scowled angrily at my reflection and tucked a stray lock of blond hair behind my ears. Every strand of my hair stood on end and it made me look like Medusa. Before changing, I used the bathroom for probably the only time today.
I began to go back a little while before the Manhattan Chitauri Attack happened; when I was just about to get off of work. However, I was held up by a mess in an aisle that no one else bothered to clean up, so I was the one for the job. I was incredibly tired from pulling in a good sixty hours of work in one week. That's five days of twelve hour shifts, not to mention the over time I reluctantly accepted. My boss was nagging on me about going home, but I wouldn't budge from my post. I was bent on cleaning the mess.
However, the store slut worker, Kirsten, came in with the bubbly attitude that never ceased to piss me off. She was the one who was supposed to relieve me, but she just went on about her new recent hunk of man meat that she got the night before. I growled silently, angry that she would sell herself in such a manner. I mean, I had never had sex before, but I still didn't understand the 'pleasurable' part about it.
When ever something interested her, she would squeal happily. There was a guy in a blue jumpsuit that had a little red and white here and there, as well as a star on his chest and on his...shield. His shield reminded me of the nation's flag. His presence in front of the store bothered me. I had wondered, that maybe, Comic Con or something was in town; but that thought dissapated when I noticed something strange in the sky. It was a portal of some sorts, and it spilled out flying projectiles that I really didn't like the sight of. Within seconds, there were swarms of them all around Manhattan; however, they seemed to stick closer toward Stark Tower. Speaking of the Tower, it was barely noticeable, but I could have sworn I saw a strange machine that seemed to be the cause of the portal. However, I didn't really have much time to think more on it since there were a swarm of aliens coming our way. So we ran.
The aliens fired into the store; breaking glass and destroying the merchandise. Several of the store workers that had gathered around to watch the scene unfold were also shot down; gaping holes in their bodies. Unfortunately, Kirsten and boss were amongst them. I, for some reason or another, was still standing. 'Looks like I won't have to put in my two week notice,' I joked.
That was terrible. I can't believe I made a horrible joke like that.
Anyway, I figured I'd better fight them off to the best of my ability. I mean, I knew a good bit of martial arts, but I hadn't actually practiced much since I was sent off to jail when I was fourteen. So, I went out the front door (which was shot up to oblivion) and glanced around out side. Swarms and swarms of aliens dotted the sky, I almost backed out on fighting, but I shook away my overwhelming fear. This was MY city! Not theirs! I told myself.
I'll be damned if I was about to let a bunch of foreigners take over! Especially since they killed my boss, and everyone else I liked back at the store!
My anger burned and flushed my face. I hadn't felt this mad since I was fourteen; when I...
I stood around like a bump on the log as I examined my first plan of action. Each alien was at least a good two stories above; however more than half of them flew higher than that. So I decided to climb. I had to get more bearings, of course; so I don't make a mistake and fall to my death. I noticed a few feet to my left that there was a loose pipe that led to the ledge of a two story window on a building. What a perfect place to jump and make a mistake! Oh God, not another horrible joke!
When I went to climb, I saw a peculiar blunt object that I felt reluctant to grab. However, I imagine that these aliens were pretty much stronger than me, even with my martial arts training; so I grabbed it against my better judgment. I climbed and climbed and climbed until I got up those two stories, then situated myself on the narrow ledge in which I stood. My feet stood an inch or so off the ledge, but it provided enough room for me to sidle to a good spot. I felt sick from glancing down every now and then; imagining how horrible it would be to fall. I stopped; daring not to make another move. I kept my back aligned with the building so I wouldn't sway forward. The wind from passing aliens whipped past my hair; messing it all up. I silently cursed myself for making such a stupid move. I should have ran; like the everyone else.
No, I hissed to myself. I was not about to let some measly baddies get the best of me! I've been through life-threatening situations all my life! Death has no fear over me!
I noticed an alien approaching at a lower speed than the others. This was my chance to pounce! I had to time it just right or else I'll fall, so I kept my eye on the 'birdie' until it came just within seconds of passing me. I leapt; unaware of just how much shit I had gotten myself into. I made it, of course, but the person piloting it was human looking. I didn't get a good look at him since he hit me over the head with a weird glowing scepter of some sorts. I staggered and lost my balance, but I caught onto the side of the flying craft. He grinned down at me and proceeded to stomp my hands; but every time he would step and crush my fingers, I would get a grip with my other hand.
"Why won't you die, mortal?" he questioned, snarling at me.
I glared back up at him; getting a good enough grip on the side of the craft to pull up my torso. "I'm not going down unless you do!" I shouted, grabbing his leg then used my blunt object (that I had somehow managed to hang on to) to turn the steering gear. The craft veered off to the right and through an apartment building window. Glass and debris flew everywhere, and for a moment, I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, everything on my body hurt, but it wasn't as bad as how my right leg felt. I winced, feeling the full weight of the craft on it. Ouch, I thought. Not really the first time I've had a broken bone, but this one beat all the times that I did, though. I heard a gut wrenching chuckle and the sound of boots coming toward me. "Gutsy, for a weakling." said the guy whom I wrecked.
"Oh, that's nothing compared to what I used to live with!" I said, laughing away my oncoming fear. "But seriously, get the hell out of Manhattan, freak-oh!"
"You're telling me to get out of your civilization? You're but an ant under my boot-"
"Please, no Shakespeare. I hated Romeo and Juliet." I grumbled, rolling my eyes.
His large, psychotic blue eyes blinked twice in confusion. The sceptor he held was glowing brightly, which was the only thing to light up the dark room other than the emmense amount of sunlight. I could get a good look at him from where he was standing, which was practically right over me. His raven black hair was ruffled in a mess from the wreck, his green and gold armor powdered by sheetrock and rotted wood (this was a very poorly kept apartment building)and his pants seemed a little ripped and bloodied where shards of glass had embedded themselves into his leg.
"What is...Shakespeare...?" he questioned.
"Seriously...?" I asked back.
"Yes. What is Shakespeare...?"
"A famous writer that died a long time ago." I answered.
"Really?" he muttered.
For the longest time, he stood there, thinking. In that time, I successfully got the craft off of my leg, but my leg was coated in blood and bent in an unnatural position; definitely broken. However, I still managed to stand upright, but I had to balance on my working leg. Finally, he smirked at my struggling. What a sadistic bastard!
He walked all around me, looking me up and down, examining me. What on Earth did he see so interesting about me? I mean, didn't he want me to die just a minute ago? I never took my eyes off of him; even when he wasn't in my full view. "Mortal," he spoke. "I must ask whom you are. I would like to know the name of the person whom managed to injure me so."
"I'd rather you kiss my ass before I give you my name." I growled.
"Hmm....Gutsy 'til the end." he muttered, conjuring a small blade from seemingly no where. "My name is Loki, by the way. Loki of Asgard!"
He charged at me at a blinding speed, and time seemed to slow. For a moment, I had started to think of a way out of this. But I saw no way out. I noticed that the floor was crackling under me, so I lunged forward in an attempt to avoid his attack (which, now that I realize, was a stupid move on my part), put too much momentum into the lunge, and practically football tackling him (don't ask me how the Physics worked on that. It just did); our lips accidentally coming together.
The next minute or so was incredibly awkward. It wasn't the fact that I had kissed him, it was the fact that I had my first kiss on the guy that tried to kill me. The floor below crackled more, and he didn't seem to notice. Hell, neither did I. I was still trying to decide whether I was enjoying this or not. I could feel his hands drop the knife he had and touch my back awkwardly; like he hasn't touched a girl in forever. My hands still were planted firmly on his chest, where they curled a little.
Finally, everything was interrupted by a loud crackling noise, and then a snap! For a moment he was falling too, but then he disappated into a beam of golden light. That rat bastard! Stealing my first kiss and then runs away? Oh, how I was going to KILL him when I found him.
I hit the bottom floor with a 'thud'; and then the debris came down on me and ultimately knocked me unconscious for the time being.
I heard, that when they finally found me, it was two days later. I had been in and out of consciousness from that time, but I barely remember any of it. I imagine that it was from the concussion I received when I fell from the second story apartment and the amount of pain that I was feeling from my leg that was now broken in two different places. They paramedics said that I kept mumbling about 'a guy in green and gold armor' and how I was going to 'kill' him.
The green and gold armored guy? Yeah, I remember him. In fact, in a desperation to figure out who he is (I got the part of him having the same name as the god of mischief from the Nordic myths) I got a good friend of mine (who had survived the Manhattan attack)to hack into the secretest of secret agencies known as SHIELD and steal the files they had on suspects and persons of interest shortly after I got out of rehab and therapy for my broken leg. Now, I'm on the run.
On the run from SHIELD.
I made sure to have the files downloaded into my own laptop just so that I can take it with me (and if there was any chance of a tracker being on it). They try so hard to catch me, but I always seem to be able to evade them.
I stretched, feeling stiff from sitting so long. I did my business in the bathroom; like flushing the toilet and changing into something else, and exited it. I proceeded to pack what ever I had with me into the two bags I carried and made my way out into the blinding daylight.
From afar, Loki stayed. He dared not to make himself present to the mortal girl whom had managed to slip from his blade once already. He made sure not to make the same mistake again. She was, after all, a filthy, lowly mortal.
He could kill her right now and be done with the horrible feeling she brought up in him. However, he hesitated; his mind going back to that day in which she had some how 'accidentally' kissed him. He sometimes wondered if that was her first time, or maybe, one of her first times. She was unexperienced, to say the least. From what he recalled, she didn't even kiss back!
He gripped a blade in his hand, tempted to be done with the human. But he couldn't move. Was she some sort of witch? If so, she definitely had him under some kind of spell. However, he too, knew magic. Therefore, he could fight back just as well on those terms.
He gritted his teeth and sheathed the blade. "She will live. For now." He muttered, turning away and started walking.