The Liebster Award (Again)

Helloooo, everyone! Sarahtps nominated me for the Liebster Award. And since I apparently have too much time on my hands (that was sarcasm…) I thought it would be fun to do this, before I forget.

The Rules:

  1. Post the award on your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who nominated you and link to their blog.
  3. Write 11 facts about yourself
  4. Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and have less than 200 followers.
  5. Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions.

The Facts:

  1. I have a thing about languages.
  2. I am learning Russian on my own. (Thank you, Natasha Romanoff, for inspiring that…)
  3. My physics lab partner knows Swahili, one of the guys in my class knows Latin, and one of the girls is learning German. So basically, including me, half of the class knows unusual languages.
  4. I exercise mentally more than physically.
  5. I actually kinda like math… *gasp* (Have I used this before? Oh well…)
  6. I started reading Jane Eyre several months ago, got seven-ish chapters in, and haven’t touched it since then… Have any motivation for me to read it?
  7. I actually liked Frankenstein.
  8. I’m taking the SAT next weekend… *gulp*
  9. I’m trying to get organized. (*laughs uncontrollably* Like that’ll work out…)
  10. I have an extraordinary love for rewatching funny movie scenes and rereading funny quotes.
  11. I have actually come up with eleven *hopefully* interesting facts.

Glad that’s over with! 😀 Now in answer to Sarah’s questions…

1. Is there a song you’re obsessed with right now? If so, what is it? In a way, if you count Colton Dixon’s Anchor CD as a song…


2. What would your dream house look like?
It would either be a lonely cabin in the woods/mountains/mystical forest, or just a small, normal person house with a good view. As in, not NYC skyscrapers. Whatever it is, it would have a lot of bookshelves.


3. Where would it be located? Like I said, woods/mountains/mystical forest… Also Narnia/ASGARD!!!!!/picturesque countryside. Or England or Russia would work, too.


4. Have you ever read
Howl’s Moving Castle? No, in fact.


5. What are you reading right now? (Or, if you’re not reading anything right now, what’s the next thing you plan on reading?)
Technically, I’m reading several books, but some I’ve just kind of stopped. So… Raptor 6 by Ronie Kendig (My first of her books… it was free…), a book on plotting and writing, and then a kajillion school books.


6. What’s one book that you think EVERYONE should read? (Other than the Bible, of course.)
The Chronicles of Narnia, as the seven book collection in one… 😛 But for just a single book, I think I’d have to say Antarctica: Journey to the Pole by Peter Lerangis, because, honestly, if you read this book, you just have to read the second one. 😛


7. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds?
Earbuds. Because headphones make my ears sweaty, and I can’t just put one in.


8. What kind of headphones/earbuds do you have?
As in, what design, or what style? Style-wise, I have the normal kind, and then the ones for exercising, which are awfully uncomfortable. But design wise… *smiles gleefully* I have ones that have crosses on them… and then red white and blue Captain America ones, of course…


9. What’s one quote you really want to find an excuse to use in conversation?
Just one??? Grr… Either the Avengers’ “We’re a time bomb” quote or “So that’s what it does.” *blows up lab in physics* “So that’s what it does.”


10. How do you express excitement?
If we’re talking about fandoms, then by possibly squealing or just overwhelming the people around me with chatter about said fandom. Other than that, I just get a big goofy grin on my face, I guess.


11. Are you glad to be done with these questions?
Not really, I enjoy answering questions and being goofy. 😛

And now questions for my nominees:

  1. Do you wanna build a snowman?
  2. What is the craziest thing you’ve done during a game of hide-and-seek?
  3. How many books do you have?
  4. Writers, what’s the most useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever gotten?
  5. Favorite type of fanfiction?
  6. Which Avenger are you most like? (From the movie, not comic books)
  7. Favorite Stan Lee cameo?
  8. Favorite writing resource?
  9. Do you have trouble staying organized?
  10. Favorite school subject?
  11. Favorite food/food combination others don’t like?

For this I nominate (less than 11, sorry)…

Victoria NightSky

Icedmocha34

Awkwardlyartistic

Deborah O’Carroll

Irisbloom5

Aspiringwriter22

Congratulations to all of you for being nominated and having awesome-r blog names than me. 😀

It’s Never Boring At Avenger’s Tower…

Once upon a boring day, when Thor was on Asgard and Banner was out shopping (that‘s a story for another time)…

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Steve frowned as he stared down at his shield. There was something off with the weight. He readjusted it on his arm. Yep, something was definitely off. He pulled the shield off of his arm and gripped both sides tightly. A second later, he split the shield in half with a resounding crack.

There were only two people who could’ve snuck into the room to replace the shield while he was absorbed in the baseball game, and there was only one person who would have the expertise to make such a realistic replica. “Clint! Natasha! Stark!”

Natasha poked her head in the doorway. “Steve, what’s – whoa! What happened to your shield?” The look of surprise and shock on her face was enough to almost convince him that she wasn’t to blame, but best not to rule her out too soon.

Clint came in another door, his jaw dropping. “In a destructive mood? Let me guess, the Dodgers lost.” But there was a little gleeful twinkle in his eye that assured Steve that this was the culprit.

“Tony!” Steve yelled again.

The billionaire poked his head around the doorway. “Nice job,” he grumbled to Clint. Natasha leaned on the other door frame, a grin spreading across her face.

Steve nodded solemnly. “You’re lucky we didn’t have an emergency or anything.” He kicked one half of the broken pseudo-shield and it slid across the floor towards the pair. A quirky smile came onto his lips. “This isn’t over.”

Clint grimaced. “Uh-oh, I don’t think I like that look he had on his face.”

Stark grinned and picked up the shield piece. “Ah, what harm can he do? He’s just an old guy. I’ll bet there weren’t even pranks in his day and age.”

Natasha smiled. “He may just surprise you.”

Tony walked into his lab, humming. He was working on a surprise for Pepper – the vacation cruise she so desperately was longing for – and that had put him in a good mood.

JARVIS’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Sir, I finished the modifications to the Mark V.”

Tony frowned. “What modifications? I didn’t order any modifications.” Why was he getting a bad feeling about this? He hurried over to his suit area and stopped dead in his tracks, horror crossing his face. The Mark V was now pink. Bright pink. Who – who would have done this? There was only one possible answer. “Did Steve do this?” Tony yelled at his AI.

The AI gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. “You should see your face, sir.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not at liberty to say, sir.”

Tony stomped to the other side of the room. “Now JARVIS is keeping secrets. Perfect.” He left and stomped down the hallway. “Steve!”

Clint stood in his room in his plain white t-shirt and shorts. Natasha always teased him about never cleaning his outfit. What she didn’t know was that he actually regularly cleaned his outfit. He had two, so when he was washing one, he would wear the other. “Girls,” he growled as he slid open his drawer. He stopped, his jaw hanging open.

“Pink?” he squeaked, his eyes growing wide. His hands were gripping the drawer as if it was the only thing keeping him on the ground. “It’s pink!” he yelled.

Steve.

Steve!”

When Natasha saw Tony run by, his face inflamed, she set down her book (in spite of it just coming to a very tense moment) and thought she might as well follow. It would be interesting to see what happened. She could only assume Steve had exacted his revenge. As she stepped into the hallway, she was nearly bowled over by Clint, who yelled something unintelligible as he hurried on. Natasha hoped it was an apology, otherwise… Ah, well, she had enough satisfaction seeing him running around in shorts in a t-shirt. Since when did he do that? She had a feeling this was going to be good.

She hurried down the hallway and found them facing Steve in the kitchen. She smiled. Steve was attempting to look innocent while helping Pepper put away a few groceries and trying not to laugh. Innocence and laughter don’t go too well together.

“You had JARVIS spray paint my Mark V PINK!” Tony yelled, his face furious. “That one is my favorite!”

Pepper frowned at him. “I thought you said the—”

Tony shot her a glare that could fry an egg. “They’re all my favorites,” he growled.

Clint pushed Tony aside. “And my vest! Seriously, my vest? Why would you do that! Pink does not fit my personality.”

“I’m not sure I’d agree,” Natasha said under her breath, earning her a glare from Clint. She grinned.

Steve smiled. “It’s okay, guys. Tony, the paint is washable. I already gave JARVIS instructions on how to wash it off, and he’s probably doing it right now. And, if that really was your favorite, in my defense, I just asked JARVIS to do one, I didn’t specify which. Clint, I already got you another vest.”

The two glowered at him. “This isn’t over yet, Rogers,” Tony growled and the two of them hurried out. Natasha moved into the kitchen and started helping Steve and Pepper.

“Feel like you need an accomplice yet?” Natasha stuffed the cereal into one of the cabinets.

Steve smiled. “You just want in on the fun, without being a target. Clint hasn’t even seen his new bow and quiver yet. They were on clearance.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t.” Steve just smiled.

There was a very unmanly shriek from down the hall. “STEVE!”

Avengers’ Isle: Picklesticks

Click for episode one. New installments every Thursday.

“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.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Thirteen

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

“Do you have your ropes off yet, Natasha?” Steve asked.

She shook her head. “My hands are pinned to the magnet, and my shoulder aches. There’s no way I can get them undone. Besides, Loki tied my hands plenty tight enough. What about you two?”

“No success,” Barton reported. Steve agreed.

“I think I’m almost there,” Stark called. “I’ve just got a little ways to go. This dagger he so kindly left in my shoulder early isn’t very good at cutting ropes.” He suddenly froze. “Act innocent. Somebody’s coming.” He frowned. “I thought it would take Loki longer than that to beat Thor, even without his hammer.”

Aila burst into the room and hurried out the opposite door, still looking regal, although she looked slightly downhearted. Just as the opposite door closed behind her, the one that she’d come in through opened again. Thor stood in the doorway, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked up at Clint, Natasha, and Steve on the wall, confusion written all over his face. He shook it off. “Where’s Aila?”

“You and that stupid girl,” Stark growled. “Untie me. Now. Where’s Loki? Did you beat him?”

Thor made a face. “Not exactly, but he’s… out of commission at the moment.”

“Thor!” Aila exclaimed in a scolding tone as she stepped back into the room. “You should have brought Loki in. In case he regains consciousness.” She stuck a key in a keyhole – in the middle of the wall – and turned it. A buzzing sound filled the room and the magnetic portion of the wall began sliding slowly downwards, until everything stuck to it was simply sitting on the floor. Thor stared, and then turned and headed out of the building.

“Hey, untie me first!” Stark called, but Thor had already left. He eyed Aila. “You better stay away from me.”

She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking over to Banner’s cage and unlocking it, letting the huge door swing open, and then went over to the three who had been on the wall and used a knife to slice through their bonds. “There’s antiseptic and bandages in the other room,” she told them.

Thor dragged Loki into the room and used some spare rope to tie his wrists and ankles. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that Stark was still tied to his chair. “Why did you not untie him?” he asked Aila.

She shrugged. “He’s a jerk. But he told me to stay away from him, too.”

Stark grimaced. “That’s not what I meant.”

Thor untied Stark. They cleaned the few wounds serious enough to need immediate attention while Aila stood awkwardly to the side. Stark got back into his suit, Thor retrieved his hammer, Cap his shield, Hawkeye his bow and arrow, and Natasha her gun. Natasha stuck her earpiece in her ear and contacted Fury. They went outside and waited for the jet to come to pick them up, with Steve and Hawkeye both keeping very close to Aila, just in case.

“It’s over,” Natasha mumbled softly to herself, rubbing her temples. “It’s over.”

———-

Fury met the jet as it landed just outside of SHIELD headquarters. The faces of all of the Avengers were worn and tired, and all of them had injuries of some kind. Banner was the least seriously injured, with just the knot on his head from when he was knocked out. The rest were all worse. Cap helped Aila out of the jet and led her towards the building, and her cell, his hand grasping her arm firmly. Thor grabbed Steve’s arm, stopping him. “Take her to the medical people first,” he said. “She may not look like it, but she is injured.” Cap raised an eyebrow but merely nodded and prodded Aila forward. Thor moved over next to Fury as the rest of the Avengers exited the jet.

“You did well,” Fury said. “Why didn’t you tie up Aila, though?”

Thor looked at the dirt. “She saved my life. Loki was about to kill me. She…” His voice trailed off. “Saved me.”

“There’s more, isn’t there,” Natasha said quietly from his elbow.

Thor sighed. “She said it herself. She said that she would lose either her freedom or-or me. And she chose to lose her freedom.” He stopped. “For me,” he said chokingly.

THE END

I hope you have enjoyed this story! What did you think? Keep an eye out for more stories coming soon!

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Eleven

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Banner groaned as he woke up. His head ached horribly, and he couldn’t remember what had happened. He saw a pair of pants lying next to him and figure out that he’d Hulked out, but other than that, he couldn’t remember anything. He yanked on the pants and sat up, his head throbbing as he did so. He was in a huge cage. Hulk-size, he thought. His back throbbed, and by turning his head, he could just barely see the claw marks. The memories came flooding back. The tiger. The warehouse.

He turned around and felt the room shift out of focus. Whoever knocked him out certainly hit him hard enough. The room came into focus, and for a second he thought he was going to pass out at the sight. Natasha, Clint, and Steve were all tied to metal chairs that were somehow hanging on the wall close to him. He could see a huge knot on Clint’s forehead, Steve had a nasty looking cut on his cheek, and Natasha’s arm was twisted back at a horrible angle. They all looked like they’d been through a war, but Stark, whose chair was standing in the middle of the warehouse, looked like he was enjoying himself, even though he looked just as bad. Loki was standing in front of him, pacing back and forth.

“Oh, leave him alone, Stark, come on,” Steve called out. His voice was hoarse and tired.

Loki tossed a dagger in Steve’s direction, which sliced deeply into Steve’s arm and clattered to the floor. Banner felt anger burn hot inside of him as he saw an expression of pain flash across Steve’s face. But the cage was solid, and Hulking out wouldn’t do him any good.

Loki turned back to Stark. “You insulting, sarcastic…” his voice trailed off as he traced his larger knife along Stark’s neck. Loki stabbed a third dagger through Stark’s shoulder, pinning it to the chair. Stark clenched his teeth together, sweat on his forehead. “Oh, look,” Loki said, casting a glance in Banner’s direction. “The monster awakes. Do not worry, Banner. You are next. You may find I am not quite as puny as you think.”

Banner winced at the reference. At that moment, a man burst into the room, followed by none other than Aila. “I thought you said there’d be horrible violence,” she said to Loki teasingly.

Loki frowned at her. “Leave, Aila. Now.”

“Sir,” the man who had entered the room with Aila said awkwardly. “I, well, uh…” he sighed. “Thor’s here.”

Loki’s face darkened. “Aila, leave.” He turned to the man. “Where is Thor?”

“He’s heading this way. He landed on a nearby building, and we think he’s coming this way,” the man replied.

“I’ll meet him out front or around back, whichever way he comes,” Loki said, smirking. “My brother. He never learns, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Aila agreed.

Loki glared at her. “I said—”

“Loki, just shut up and get moving, will you? I’ll be… quite a big help,” Aila said, a sly smile on her lips.

Loki sighed. “Whatever you wish, my dear.”

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Ten

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Fury paced back and forth in the meeting room, not taking his eyes of the screen. The Avengers weren’t answering him over their earpieces, and the door on that stupid warehouse was closed. He clenched his fist. That girl… what was she up to?

“Fury?”

Fury looked up at the door. “Agent Hill. We have a possible… complication. They followed the tiger into an empty warehouse. The doors closed after them, while the tiger escaped out the back.”

“The simplest, easiest, dumbest, most obvious trick…” Agent Hill growled, rolling her eyes. “What do you think we should do?”

Fury sighed, his eyes once again on the screen. “The only thing we can do.” He put his finger to his ear. “Thor? I need you in the meeting room.”

———-

“You won’t get away with this,” Natasha declared, gritting her teeth. Could he tie those dumb ropes any tighter?

Loki gave a low laugh, a sneer on his face. He tugged sharply on the end of her rope. “Really, you ‘heroes’ never can come up with something witty to say. You always say that.”

“And it’s always true,” Steve pointed out. His hands were already tied, along with his ankles, and Loki had tied him to a metal chair. Which of course the magnet picked up.

Loki smirked. “Not this time. Although it does concern me that Thor is not here.” He shrugged, his eyes twinkling in evil merriment. “No matter. I believe darling Aila will be a match for him, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow in Natasha’s direction as he strapped her to a metal chair and gave it a shove towards the magnet. She landed next to Stark, whose metal suit had been removed so he could be treated in a similar fashion. Hawkeye and Steve were both on her other side, and the Hulk was secured in a gigantic metal cage, although he was still unconscious.

“Loki?” that familiar, musical voice called from the far side of the warehouse.

Loki whirled around. “Aila! You were supposed to—”

“I did what you told me to,” she replied, lifting an eyebrow as she stepped into view. “I went out the back door. You didn’t say I had to stay out.”

Loki let out a frustrated sigh and put his hand on her arm gently. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic gentleness and softness she was seeing in him now. The others looked equally bewildered. “Aila, this is no place for you right now,” Loki insisted softly. He paused and glanced over at the Avengers, stuck securely to the magnetic wall. He lowered his voice. “I told you I wanted revenge. This is my time, and I’d prefer that you not witness any, how shall we say this, extensive violence?” He tapped her nose gently with his finger.

She shrugged his hand off her arm. “Don’t worry about me, Loki. Besides, you need me here to help in case SHIELD plans a rescue mission for some reason.”

Loki let out a low chuckle. “I’m not worried about SHIELD. After all, I have plenty of hostages,” he said, motioning to the wall. “You need not be here, darling.”

“Darling?” Cap asked incredulously. Stark seemed to suddenly have some sort of throat problem, as he was choking and coughing. Natasha and Clint simply stared at Loki.

“He has a heart. An actual, real, emotional heart,” Natasha finally stammered, her voice laced with disbelief.

“I’m beginning to feel insulted…” Loki growled threateningly, his eyes narrowed.

“But, dear, I thought you wanted people to think you were heartless,” Aila said, her lovely brow furrowing with confusion. “This means that you accomplished that. You fooled them.”

A slow grin spread across Loki’s face. “Oh, sweetheart, you always know how to cheer me up.” He traced his finger along her jawbone and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Stark grumbled, changing his position in his chair.

Loki gently pushed Aila towards the door she came out of. “At least stay out of the room, honey?” She left, and Loki turned to the magnetic wall. A man walked into the room and handed Loki a knife and a short dagger. He smirked at his hostages. “Who wants to go first?”

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Seven

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

“I can’t believe this,” Fury muttered, pacing back and forth behind his desk. “I just can’t believe this.”

“Of all the stupid things…” Stark growled. He turned to face Thor getting right up in his face. “If you hadn’t been so stupid—”

“Guys,” Cap interrupted, putting a hand on Stark’s arm. “Really. That doesn’t matter now. And, Stark, you may want to remember that Thor’s stronger than you when you’re not suited up. Just a thought.” Stark turned around and plopped in a chair still grumbling to himself under his breath.

“Her last words were obviously meant to apply to Thor’s early statement,” Fury said, turning to face them. “You said that she didn’t look like she’d work for Loki, and you also said that she didn’t look like a threat, so when she said that looks can be deceiving, her meaning was clear. She works for Loki, and she is a threat.”

“Well, duh,” Stark snapped. “Anyone who goes riding off on a hovercraft thingy with Loki certainly works for him, and anyone who can morph into a tiger is a threat.”

Fury glared at him. “Stark, we need to cooperate to be able to figure all of this out. First off. Does anyone think they’d be able to fight at close range with a tiger?”

Hawkeye snorted. “Count me out.” Natasha nodded in agreement.

Cap shook his head. “I don’t think I could.”

Stark looked doubtful. “Possibly, but I’m not sure. Even in the suit, I’d be outweighed, and possibly outsized.”

“I might, but I doubt it,” Thor put in.

“You’re not going anywhere near that kid,” Stark growled, glaring in Thor’s direction. Cap put his hand on Stark’s arm, warning him.

“I think I could.”

Everyone turned to face Banner. He shrugged. “Well, if we’re talking about weight, the, uh, other guy would probably be a pretty good match for a tiger.”

Fury contemplated him. “The Hulk would probably be the best match,” he agreed slowly. “Are you sure you’d want to risk that, Banner?”

Banner shrugged again. “I don’t have much to lose.”

Fury nodded. “Well, then, if we have any concerns with the tiger, Banner will be the one to handle it. If needed all of the rest of you will help him. Got it?” Everyone nodded. “All right, let’s all take a break. All we can do now is try to figure out where Loki’s going to strike next, or wait for him to move.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I think we’re going to have to use the second tactic.”

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Six

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Thor woke up early, so early that the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. He couldn’t fall back asleep so he decided he might as well get ready for his day. After putting on his armor and grabbing his hammer he wandered down the hallway, not sure where he was going. No one else seemed to be awake yet.

He found himself in front of the cell area. He sighed and pushed open the door. What was it about this girl that drew him to her?

He walked quietly down the hallway, past cells with sleeping prisoners in them, and reached Aila’s cell. She was lying on the bed, her knees tucked into her chest, her face peaceful as she slept. He could see where tears had dried on her cheeks and felt a huge pain in his chest. He stared at her. Why did he long so much to pull her to his chest and assure her that everything would be okay? He shook his head. She looked so frail on that cot, behind that horrible glass. She hadn’t even done anything. He unlocked the door.

Aila leaped to her feet, her eyes wide as he stepped into the cell. Then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her suspicion and her curiosity clearly fighting against each other.

Thor felt his breath catch in his throat. Those blue, tear-stained eyes… He turned around, fighting for control of his breathing and stepped out of the cell, purposefully leaving the door open behind him. He started to head down the hallway, then turned and looked back at her. She was staring at him. He gave a slight nod, and Aila stepped cautiously to the doorway and headed down the hall and out of the cell area. Thor headed back towards his room, wondering how, and why, he had done that.

———-

“That was a waste of time,” Cap grumbled as they headed towards a side entrance at the SHIELD building. “We didn’t learn anything at all.”

“Sure we did,” Stark responded. “We figured out that Loki blew up the Stark Tower, and completely destroyed it.”

“We already knew that,” Cap reminded him.

“We only suspected it,” Stark responded opening the door. “Now we know for sure.”

“Shush,” Banner said. “It’s still early. We don’t want to bother anybody – oof!” Someone hurrying around the corner ran right into him.

“I’m sorry,” the blond woman apologized and moved to go around them.

“Hold it,” Cap said, grabbing her arm. “What are you doing? You’re the kid we caught in the hallway. Fury said he’d keep you locked up until we got here, and he doesn’t know we’re back yet.”

She glared at him. “I’m not a kid,” she snarled, trying to twist her arm out of Steve’s grip.

“Nope, you’re coming with us to the meeting room,” Stark said. “I’ll let Fury know we’re here.”

About twenty minutes later, Fury and the Avengers were back in the same meeting room once again. Aila was sitting in a chair, her wrists tied behind her back with a belt; the only thing Cap could find on short notice.

“All right, what’s going on? How did you get out of the cell?” Fury asked, his gaze fixed on Aila. Her jaw was clenched and her lips pursed. Clint could be heard growling under his breath. Fury threw up his hands and turned to the others. “Does anybody here know anything about this?” Everyone shook their heads. “Aila?” Fury asked. “If you don’t cooperate…” He let the threat hang in the air.

She tilted her head to the side, her blue eyes fixed on Fury. “Someone let me out,” she said sweetly.

Fury turned to the Avengers. “Who let her out?” he growled.

Thor took a deep breath. “I did.”

“Are you crazy?” Natasha asked.

“What if she’s working for Loki?” Fury asked, anger clouding his eyes. “Why would you let her out?”

Thor stood up and motioned to Aila. “Look at her! Does she look like she would work for my brother? He believes women are weak, and has no interest in them. She was probably part of a dare, something stupid. Does she even look like a threat?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Fury replied. “She was unauthorized to be in SHIELD, and—” He broke off as Aila stood up. Her eyes were fixed on him, narrowed. Natasha gasped as swirls of green began to appear in Aila’s eyes. The green color took over as tinges of orange traveled down her blond hair. Nothing happened for a second after her eyes turned completely green and her hair completely orange. The next instant, Aila’s body writhed as she yanked her hands – no, paws – free from the rope. A tiger now stood there, in their meeting room.

No one moved, struck with fear, surprise, and confusion, as the tiger stared at Fury for another moment, then loped over to the huge windows. One swipe of its giant paw, and one of the panes of glass shattered. The tiger turned back to them and morphed back into Aila, back to her blue eyes and blond hair. “Looks can be deceiving,” she said, eyes locked with Thor, before turning and leaping out of the window.

All of them ran to the windows, looking out. Aila was falling straight down. Hawkeye brought out his bow and prepared to jump down to save her, but Natasha grabbed his arm. A small, motorcycle-like flying machine zoomed around the corner of the SHIELD building, catching Aila. It circled back around, higher this time, and closer to the window, until they could see the pilot.

“Loki,” Cap snarled.

The pair flew out of sight.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Five

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Thor made his way back to the meeting room, disheartened. The other three turned when he walked into the room. He shook his head. “She’s upset with me for telling you her name. She wouldn’t talk. All she said was that she’s older than most people think and she’s not a little kid.”

“I’m surprised you got that much out of her,” Hawkeye muttered.

Natasha poked him with her elbow. “What do we do now?” she asked.

“Stark said they’d check in as soon as they’d checked some things out, so we’ll just wait for him to contact us,” Fury said. “That’s about all we can do right now.”

The waiting seemed to last forever, but finally an agent notified them that Stark was calling from a payphone in a hotel. Fury put the phone on speakerphone. “Yes? What’s your news?” he asked.

Stark sighed, his voice crackling over the phone. “It’s not good. The tower is completely leveled. There’s absolutely nothing left. There’s no signs of who did it or how. Although…” His voice trailed off.

“What?” Fury asked. They heard muttering on the other end of the line.

“Well, Cap and Banner both think they saw someone watching us from the roof of a nearby building. We can’t be sure, but they think it might have been… Loki.” The tension in the meeting room increased dramatically. “We’re pretty sure he’s the one who blew up the tower, whether that was him up there or not,” Stark continued. “What about you guys? How did your interrogation go?”

Clint growled, but Fury sent him a glare. “Not so good. She won’t talk.”

Stark’s sigh could be heard by all of them. “Well, I doubt she has any connection to Loki. She was probably just part of a prank, you know, like those kids who dare each other to try to sneak into the building. She’s probably harmless.”

“I hope so,” Fury responded. “We’ll keep her here until you guys have a crack at her. What’s your next course of action?”

“We’ll probably stick around here a little longer and see if we can find anything,” Stark said. “It may be a while before we get back.”

“Okay,” Fury replied. “Signing off.” He shut down the call and turned to them. “There’s not much we can do until they get back, so just get some rest and be ready for when they get back. I’ll call you when they get here.” The groups split up and headed to their rooms to rest.

The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Four

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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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.”