At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fanfiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Natasha stepped into the cell area. The area was always awfully dark and dreary, but it seemed more so today. She made her way to Aila’s cell. She saw her sitting on her cot, staring absently at the wall. Natasha realized that the girl wasn’t as young as she had thought she was; her size and her action had made Natasha think of her as a teenager, maybe early twenties, but now she realized that Aila was actually somewhere in her early thirties, or, at the very least, her late twenties. Somehow that made her pity the Aila less.
“Aila?” Natasha asked cautiously. The girl looked frightened.
“How’d you know my—” She stopped. Her voice was sweet and almost musical. “Thor,” Aila stated.
Natasha nodded and leaned against the glass. She could never bring herself to enter a cell with a prisoner. There were very few people who would take chances like that, and she was certainly not one of them. “Why did you break into SHIELD?” she asked. Aila tipped her head forward, letting her blond hair fall over her face, hiding her from Natasha’s view. “Please talk to me, Aila.”
Natasha continued to attempt to interrogate Aila for almost half an hour before she finally gave up and left. She hurried back to the meeting room, frustrated, both with herself and with Aila.
“Any success?” Clint asked. Natasha shook her head in reply.
“She won’t talk,” she told them.
“Well, I’ll give it a try,” Clint said.
“Maybe she falls for cute guys,” Natasha said teasingly.
“Then Thor better go next,” Clint muttered.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure that would be much of an interrogation.”
Clint left the room to do the interview, and the small group stayed silent while they waited. If Aila could resist Clint, they were in pretty big trouble. Natasha couldn’t help wondering if Stark could get Aila to talk. Their personalities certainly would clash, and that might help get her into an argument where she would actually talk.
Barely twenty minutes had passed before Clint stomped into the meeting room. His face was furious. “I have never met anyone as stubborn and untalkative as that – that…” He stopped and growled before turning to Fury. “Don’t bother asking. I didn’t get a single word out of her.” Natasha was clearly hiding a grin.
“Well, Thor, it’s your turn,” Fury announced. Thor nodded and headed out of the door, quickly making his way to the cell area. He found that he was clenching his hammer tighter than he needed to. Why did seeing Aila again make him so nervous?
He opened the door into the cell area slowly and made his way down the rows of glass cells. He stopped in front of Aila’s cell. She was staring at the ceiling, but she heard his footsteps and looked over. Her face darkened and she looked back at the ceiling. Thor unlocked the door and walked in, locking the door behind him. Aila didn’t look at him as he sat down in a wooden chair.
“What is wrong?” Thor asked. Aila still didn’t move. “Did I do something to upset you?”
Aila was silent for a minute. “Why did you tell them my name?”
Thor sighed. “Fury asked me,” he told her.
“You didn’t have to tell him,” she said softly, still looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry,” Thor said, his voice equally soft. “I couldn’t lie to Fury, but I’m sorry that I upset you by telling him your name.” He paused. “Why didn’t you want them to know your name?”
“Does it matter?” Aila said, pulling her knees to her chest. Thor felt a pang in his chest at the sight of her huddled up on the cot. “You might as well leave. I’m not going to tell you anything, and you’ll just get angry like Hawkeye and the Black Widow did.”
“You know us by sight?” Thor asked.
She shrugged. “Doesn’t everybody?”
Thor looked at her. Her back was turned to him, her blond hair cascading loosely down her back. If only… he pushed the thought away. “How old are you?”
She turned to face him, her blue eyes flashing. “I’m not a little kid, and I’m older than most people think. Really, that’s all. I’m not going to tell you one more thing.”
This is amazzzzzing!! *drools over Thor* I almost bought a Thor hammer at Hot Topic last week, but Ana convinced me to get the “Music Is My Boyfriend” t-shirt instead. 😛 Great fanfic! POST MORE!
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THOR HAMMER!!!!!! I got second place in a costume contest on Wednesday with my Thor costume!!!!!!! 😀
I love this one. It’s super long though. 😉
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Awesome!! Was that at church? I don’t think anyone at Impact dressed up, sadly. But that was because it was Night of Worship and we have baptisms. That would have been weird, dunking a guy in a Spiderman suit, LOL. Haha, Ryan would have loved that, pfffttt
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Yep. Oh, that would’ve been hilarious! Spiderman beat me. 😦
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Well…you know…Spiderman is cooler than Thor, but…you know…
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Um, no? 😀 I can’t really judge. But all he did was put on a storebought (I think) Spiderman costume. Mine was homemade, including hammer…. and I had the hair and the accent, too… I guess it was my performance.
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I think the girl is kinda creepy… 0_0
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Hehehe… 😉
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I know that laugh. Something is about to happen but you’re not saying. ;-P
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Hehehe… 😀
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*grabs Tony’s newspaper, balls it up, and throws it at you* You stinker. 😛
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Well, I posted the next part, Mwaha…
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Do you want to get pied? 😛
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Um no… 😀
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Good, because I wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good pie 😛
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Oh, it wouldn’t be a waste… 😀 :9
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Nice emote. 😛 *shares pie with you*
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Awwwww! What’s your favorite kind of pie? 😀
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Mmm… I like silk pies… For some reason I can eat them, despite not being able to eat anything that’s baked and “gooey in the middle”…
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I like apple pie. I don’t think I’ve tried silk pies. Grr, my mouth is watering.
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They’re almost like meringue, only un-baked. Butter, sugar, eggs, whipped until it’s fluffy and smooth and silky, and chocolate or Snickers cut up in them… Mmm…
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Oooh… :O
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Mmmmm… delicious. The beating “cooks” the proteins, though you have to keep the pie refrigerated so dangerous bacteria can’t grow. 😉 Because it’s not really baked.
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Yum, raw egg. *throws up*
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It’s not that bad. It’s pretty good.
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I don’t really like eggs that much in the first place. I’m a picky eater, there are no end to the things I don’t like to eat.
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Ahhh… My mom is allergic to eggs, and I don’t like the taste of them alone…
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I don’t like eggs unless they’re in an actual recipe. I don’t do scrambled, deviled, hard-boiled…
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Mmm…. Do you eat egg salad at all?
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Nope. But I don’t eat chicken salad either. 😉
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😛 What about tuna salad?
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Nope. I like good ole… Subway sandwiches. But only cuz I’m allergic to peanut butter. 😦
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Oh… that’s sad. 😦 What about almond butter?
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No nuts, no peanuts, no coconut. Although apparently I accidentally ate something with coconut in it the other day…
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Oh, no! I hope you’re okay.
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Apparently, yes. 😛 I would’ve reacted the day of if anything was wrong, and then we might’ve had to break out the epipen. *grimace*
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Oh…. That’s good. (Did you know that Obi-Wan has to carry the SW equivalent of an epipen? He has a severe respiratory response allergy to something called hoi-broth, which is fairly common in “high cuisine.” No joke. It’s in the Revenge of the Sith novelization.)
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Hm, now that’s interesting. I am like the great Obi-Wan! 😀
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X-P Yeah, I was kind of surprised to find that out too. 😛 (I’m allergic to pollen and cats. Also blueberry and bananas (but only when raw), cantaloupe, popcorn, food coloring, and corn syrup. In my headcanon, Obi-Wan is allergic to cats too…)
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😀 Whew, I have it good.
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😛 Yeah… I have allergies to weird things. 😛 My throat starts to close up when I eat blueberries or cantaloupe.
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We found out when I was young, so I don’t ever remember reacting. But I really don’t like the allergy tests at the doctor’s. 😛
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Yeah… 😉
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