Avengers’ Isle: Not Alone

Hi, everyone! Did you like how last week’s post ended? Thought so… ūüėČ This weeks may not seem to end on much of a cliffhanger, but I’m pretty sure you guys will be looking forward to next week’s post…

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Tony slowly opened his eyes. It took a second for everything to focus, but when it did…

He yelped and began to scramble backwards. Natasha pulled back, just as surprised and embarrassed. Loki wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk. “What were you doing?” Tony exclaimed.

Natasha pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, sighing in frustration. “It’s called ‘leaning down to inspect the odd welt on Tony’s neck’.” She made a face. “Loki wouldn’t do it.”

Loki snorted. “Of course not. Look what happened.”

At Natasha’s words, Tony reached up and felt the side of his neck. He shuddered as his fingers found the mosquito-bite-like bump. “What happened?” he asked.

“You and Loki went into the forest, and apparently you got poisoned, by a bug or a dart or something. We don’t know,” Natasha said. “You just collapsed, and then Loki brought you back here.” She smirked. “He carried you in his arms, too.”

Tony shot a look at Loki, who avoided his gaze. “Might I suggest that we don’t talk about any of this?”

Natasha nodded wholeheartedly. “What happens on this island, stays on this island.”

Tony smirked and was about to make a snide Vegas-themed comment when Natasha tensed. She turned towards the forest, listening.

The mood immediately darkened. Loki turned in that direction, too. Tony hadn’t heard anything, but clearly both of his companions had. The noise wasn’t repeated, and Natasha relaxed slightly. She turned back to Tony and opened her mouth to speak. There was a whizzing sound and a thud as an arrow burrowed into the sand next to Tony.

They stared at the arrow in silence for a second. “Clint,” Natasha breathed. She whirled to face Loki, her nose inches from his face. “What–”

“I have no control over him now,” Loki said evenly, not even flinching. “My magic is gone.”

Natasha growled, and Tony thought about how glad he was that he wasn’t on the receiving end of her fury. “How do we know that for sure? You’re a liar.”

Loki shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. “Do you think that I would be on this island if I still had my magic.” Natasha hesitated, then made a grumpy face and stepped back. “Besides,” Loki continued, “it’s most likely not Hawkeye. I believe his plane went down with the helicarrier. And if he was shooting at you, he would have hit his mark.”

Tony looked over at the arrow. “One thing’s for sure. We’re definitely not alone.”

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Avengers’ Isle: Picklesticks

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“Oh, picklesticks,” Natasha Romanoff¬†grumbled. She pulled her gun out of its holster. “Ugh, I knew it.” She tossed it aside, sitting down on the warm sand and glaring at the endless ocean. Water and guns never mix.

And of course she had to be stuck with Stark.

“Picklesticks,” she growled.

She should be grateful that he actually saved her, but this was one of her worst nightmares. One of them. There were plenty worse, but this was one of the few nightmares that hadn’t come true.

Until now.

Alone, on an uninhabited island, with Tony Stark. At least, she hoped it was uninhabited.

Tony came over and sat down next to her, sighing. “The suit’s shot. I’m not sure what went wrong with it. We’re lucky we weren’t far from this island.”

Natasha sighed. “So we’re stuck. What are the chances that we’re going to be found?”

He grinned drily. “Not sure you want to know. Only slightly worse than our chances of surviving, though, I believe.” He balled up a fist. “It had to have been that friend of yours. It certainly wasn’t Loki, and with his arrow things he could easily blow¬†up the helicarrier.”

“It’s not Hawkeye’s fault!” Natasha snapped. “Even if it was him, it’s Loki’s mind control stuff that’s making him do it.”

Tony held up his hands defensively. “Okay, okay. Sorry, didn’t mean to insult your pal. I’m just saying.” He took stock of her face and changed the subject. “I wonder if any of the others made it through.”

Natasha shrugged. “Who knows. I–”

“Hello?” a voice said hoarsely from nearby.¬†Both of them froze and stared towards the voice. It was coming from the other side of the rock that protruded into the water. Natasha looked at Tony, waiting to see what he would do. He shrugged.

“Who is it?” Tony asked, his tone tough and angry, but Natasha rolled her eyes at his obvious bluffing.

There was a humorless laugh. “Just the person I wished to be marooned with.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed and she groaned. “Oh picklesticks.”

Tony frowned. “Picklesticks?”

“Loki.”

Loki pulled himself over the rocks and landed on his feet. “Well, having a few chums here will be better than being alone, I assume.”

Tony growled. “Chums. Ha. Listen to me. One wrong move and you will be wishing you were marooned alone.”

Loki smiled. “Ah, I don’t think so.”

Now this was a nightmare. Picklesticks.

Avengers’ Isle: The Beginning

Note: I modified the story from the theme song, so that the people included are the ones who were on the Helicarrier at the time of the explosion. Basically, I switched out Loki for Hawkeye (since Hawkeye was still under Loki’s control). This takes place in an alternate universe; what would’ve happened if the Helicarrier had been destroyed, so most likely no spoilers. New¬†installments every Thursday.¬†Enjoy! ūüėÄ

Solace.

Relief.

Land.

Steve’s strokes quickened, pushing him through the water. He’d been swimming for hours, and his arms and legs were starting to feel numb. An island meant an end to his desperate struggle. And no more worries about sharks.

He knew he could get there faster if he left his shield behind, but it was a miracle he had found it in the water at all. He’d just assumed that it had been lost or destroyed. He wasn’t going to take a chance on losing it now.

The moment his feet touched the solid ground, he felt energy pulse through his body, and he nearly ran the rest of the way to shore. He stumbled when he finally stepped onto the dry, rocky beach. He made his way a little farther from the water and collapsed onto the ground. He was exhausted.

When the helicarrier had blown up, he hadn’t expected it to catch on fire. No one had. A little fuel leak was all it took. Then everyone was screaming and jumping¬†into the water. He rubbed his eyes, trying to blot out the memories. How could anyone survive that? Did anyone else¬†survive? Banner might have, if he had hulked out, and maybe Thor. He wasn’t sure about the others. His thoughts ended as he drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

——

 The light was so bright.

Steve groaned and opened his eyes. Oh. The sun. The sand around him was steaming, and he could feel the heat radiating off of it. Everything came flooding back to him.

He sat up and looked around. The beach looked the same as it had yesterday, except not quite as awesome. After all, now he was stuck there. Then he noticed a¬†familiar looking¬†lump nearby¬†near the shore a little ways down the beach. He leapt to his feet and hurried over to it, his fears mounting. He knelt by the limp form and laid his hand on the armored arm. The lump of tangled blond hair that was Thor’s head moved ever so slightly, before slowly turning to look dimly up at Steve. A moan escaped the Asgardian’s cracked lips.

He was alive, at least.

“Thor,” Steve said hoarsely. Thor moaned again, then rolled over, coughing as he moved onto his hands and knees, his head hanging down. He choked a little longer then tossed the hair out of his eyes. He looked over at Steve.

“The others, where are they? What happened to us?”

Steve’s shoulders drooped. “I don’t know where they are. The helicarrier thing exploded. I-I’m surprised you’re even alive.” He stood up and offered Thor his hand, helping him up. “Your hammer’s probably at the bottom of the ocean. It would be awfully helpful. Do you think you can get it?”

Thor nodded. “I do not know how far away it is. It might take a while, but I’m certain that it will work.”

Steve grinned weakly. “Good. And while you’re doing that, I’ll figure out a game plan.”

Tune in next Thursday for the next episode/installment!