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Paradigm Shift	By : AlexPhoenix Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Marvel/Thor/Avengers universes. The only thing I own is Alex, Ronan, and their actions/thoughts. This is all for fun; not monetary values.

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Chapter 4: Homeward Bound
     The drive to town was a mostly quiet one. I was silent for one main reason: I was getting ready to hoof it back to town. Tension slowly worked its way into my muscles, making me stiffer than a porn star's hard on. In silent fear, I waited for Big Bubba to take a few notes from Phoenix and sputter to a stop, leaving us stranded in the middle of the New Mexico desert. So far, the Dodge was being a good boy, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't throw a temper tantrum and die in a less than glorious sputter of shaking metal parts.
     It didn't help my case that Loki was becoming more and more anxious as we approached a town that had only recently been completely remade. Energy seemed to pulse off of him in cool waves as he stared out the windshield at the buildings that loomed ahead in the darkness. I glanced over at his motionless form. He looked like one of those demented kids in a candy store. The kind of kid that would wreak havoc on the candy machines just for a tiny taste of the sugary confections. It was unnerving, and only made my muscles tighten even more.
     "You okay, Blue?" Ronan asked into the silence.
     The sound of his voice was so unexpected that I hit the roof. Literally. I jumped, conking the top of my head on the roof of the cab with a migraine inducing crack. My hand shot up, covering the newly formed golf ball on the top of my noggin. The stream of creative curse words I spewed out would've made a veteran sailor shit himself if he'd heard them.
     "Son of a dog licking gutter whore cock weasel!" I groaned. I leaned forward in a doomed attempt to run away from the sharp pain that threatened to hammer itself into my parietal lobes, resting my head on the black dashboard.
     I heard Ronan stifle a laugh, and wondered if it would be rude to thwack him on the head so he could share my head pain. I decided against it. Whacking him while he was behind the wheel of a car wasn't the best idea. Besides, he had enough common courtesy to hold back the laugh. And he usually didn't possess that particular attribute when I broke out my artistic style of cursing.
     "You okay, Blue?" he asked again, clearing his throat to mask his humor while simultaneously holding in a guffaw.
     I took a deep breath, telling myself that the pain wasn't as bad as a broken arm or a burn. "I've had worse," I replied tightly, squeezing myself back in between Ronan and Loki.
     "Why do you keep calling her Blue?" Loki asked. I rubbed the heel of my hand on the sore spot of my head and looked over at the previously mute male. He'd taken the words right out my mouth. Or out of my thought process, at least. I looked over at Ronan, waiting for an answer to the question that Loki had inadvertently stolen from my lips.
     "She has blue eyes. It fits," Ronan said, shrugging his massive shoulders as much as he could within the confined space he had. He needed a bigger truck. Big Bubba Dos.
     "What happened to Lex?" I asked, frowning at him.
     "You hate that name, so I gave you a new one," he answered, shrugging again. If he kept doing that, he was going to bust out his window. Or rip his shirts at the seams. I was kind of hoping for the second one.
     Is there such a thing as too muscular? I asked myself. A mental picture sprang up behind my eyeballs. It was an image of a body builder who looked more like an orange lump of veiny Play-Doh than a man. Yes, there was such a thing as too muscular, as well as too much spray tanning. Thank the gods that Ronan wasn't that big! Loki and I would've had to ride in the truck bed.
     Returning my thoughts to the conversation at hand, I said, "I'd rather be an arch nemesis than a primary color. But thanks for thinking about my feelings."
     Ronan smiled and gave a small nod, keeping his eyes on the land that the headlights illuminated for him. "You're welcome. Lex Luthor it is, then."
     I aimed a smiled at my lap, trying to ignore the dull throb that had taken up residence on the top of my head. I flicked my gaze over to Loki, who was back to staring out of the window. I watched him, intrigued. He hadn't said a word about my crude tirade, which was something I thought a royal entity would have at least a small comment on. Instead, he'd opted for a question about a nickname that Ronan had somehow thought would be a good idea, and now he had his tunnel vision sights set on Puente Antiquo.
     The way he stared at the town made it seem like the once battered village was his only hope for greatness. In that instant, I had a million questions that I wanted to ask him. If he was really a being from another realm, then why did he come to Earth, of all places? What was he doing here? What was his plan? Why was he staring at a town he'd never seen before like it was the world's largest gold mine in the middle of an 1850's gold rush? Why, if he was so damn regal, did he not find my foul language unacceptable enough to say anything? Didn't rightful kings usually have something to say about impropriety?
     Of all the things I wanted to ask him, only one sprang to the tip of my tongue: does he normally read people's minds? I didn't ask him that, of course. My brain to mouth filter was actually working for once in my 24 years of life. Hooray for me! I guess even my screwed up mind thought that the question was an uncomfortably stupid one. Or maybe it just didn't want to say it in front of Ronan. Yeah. That might explain it.
     My gaze shifted away from his face. I skimmed my eyes over his slicked back, black hair, wondering what the little outward wisps of his locks felt like. They scanned over the leather collar that so frustratingly covered his pale neck. They made their way down the front of the clothes that had been molded to fit his lean frame, and I wondered just how well molded those pieces of armor were. They followed the line of the strap across his chest that I hadn't dared travel down with my hands when I had been examining his clothes. I guess my eyes figured that looking wasn't as bad as touching, and moved of their own accord to find the bump of leathery material at the apex of his legs.
     Good gods, Alex, I yelled at myself, you just met the guy and you're already thinking about what's going on in his downtown situation! Ronan is right. You need a man whore. You gotta get laid!
     I quickly lifted my head to look out of the windshield, praying to whatever deities there were that Loki and Ronan hadn't noticed my wandering eyes, and found that we were at the city limits. Freshly painted tan, green, and blue-grey buildings blurred by us, their dark shapes seemingly shying away from Big Bubba's blinding headlights. Ronan drove through the business district of the small town at top speed. We whisked by coffee shops, grocery and clothing stores, gas stations, and the mechanic shop that Ronan owned. It was hard to believe that only three years before, the town had been almost completely leveled by a metal fire monster.
     Businesses slowly faded into housing developments. Houses and apartments alike flew by in a rush of darkness. There wasn't a single light on in any of the residences. It was a sure sign that everyone was nestled into their beds, dreaming about unicorns and low gas prices like normal people do. They could never dream up what I'd gone through tonight, and they'd probably commit themselves to the loony bin if they did.
     Ronan slowed Big Bubba down to a crawl as he turned onto my blacked-out street. My tiny house was at the very end, tucked away between two much larger homes. It wasn't very big, but I was the only person living there, so it was perfect. It needed some renovations, but the contractors who had rebuilt the town hadn't gotten as far as my street yet. Lazy bastards. Ronan pulled up to my off-white home that was trimmed with dark blue, and parked Big Bubba on the street.
     "Is this your home?" Loki asked, looking at the mediocre house like it was smeared with rotten egg.
     I leaned over his body to open the door, glancing up at him with a minute smile curling the corners of my mouth. With the way he looked at my house, I thought it was possible that he was from another realm where they didn't have such poverty. What I tried to not think about was how close I was to his body as I swung open the car door.
     "I know it's not much to look at," I said, watching where I placed my hands around Loki's body as I pushed myself upright, "but it's a roof over my head and I can afford it on my shitty salary."
     "You know Alex, you could always come work at the shop," Ronan interjected. "We could use a receptionist."
     I threw him a nasty look. "Do I look like the kind of chick that'd wear a pencil skirt and fuck around with files all day?"
     Ronan raised his hands next to his head in the classic "I-mean-you-no-harm" motion that saved people from being shot. "I never said you had to wear a pencil skirt. And fucking around with files might get you sent to HR. Or worse. It could give you paper cuts it nasty places." He pulled his lips tight over his teeth in a humorous grimace.
     A laugh bubbled out of my throat. "That's nasty," I said, my voice vibrating with the chuckle that was slowly dying in my chest. "Is that what happened to the last girl?"
     "Exactly," Ronan said. He raised his eyebrows for an added, goofy effect, happily making fun of the woman who had been recently fired. She'd been caught screwing a pencil pusher on a pile of papers. Ronan often referred to it as "geek love". I often corrected him and told him it was nerd love. He never understood the difference.
      I shook my head at him, smiling as I tried to hold back the laughter that grew in my chest from the thought of a woman with cat-eye glasses and a bunch of papercuts on her ass. Once I'd killed the laughter, I looked over at Loki, hoping he didn't mind Ronan and me joking around. Apparently, he did mind, because he seemed peeved that Ronan was delaying our entrance into my house.
     "Are you quite finished?" he asked. His face was impassive, but his eyes were as hard and cold as the iceberg that took out the Titanic. Staring into his steely gaze, I felt like my body was slowly becoming frostbitten, as if I was standing on the top of Mount Everest instead of sitting in a car in New Mexico. Ronan, however, seemed to remain his warm, calm self. Maybe he was protected from Loki's icy glare was because he was wearing so many jackets.
     "I'm sorry, Lok."Ronan said, shortening the pale man's name, like he did with everyone else's. "You must be pretty wiped out after your accident."
    "Quite," Loki said. I could almost see the icicles hanging off of the single, seemingly innocent word.
     "Well, then," I said, forcing my way into the curt conversation, "let's get you inside so you can get some sleep." I put my palm flat on Loki's upper arm and pushed, flashing Ronan an apologetic smirk over my shoulder. Gently, I nudged Loki as a hint for him to get out of the cab.
     He got the hint and slid out of the seat, stepping on to the grass without so much as a whisper of moving fabric. He looked out of place, standing in my shabby yard in front of my run-down house in his elegant, custom outfit. For a moment in time, he truly seemed to be the alien he claimed he was. The hottest alien imaginable, but an alien nonetheless.
     I hopped out of the car behind him with my hand already searching around in my jacket pocket for my house keys. I wrapped my hand around the open door, turning back to Ronan to bid him goodnight. My friend stared down at me with green eyes drowning in concern.
     "Be careful tonight, Alex," he said, sincerity coating every simple word until it sounded like plea.
     "I will be. Promise," I replied, giving him a reassuring tweak of my lips. "Thanks for saving my ass."
     He flashed me mouthful of perfectly white teeth, apparently comforted by a promise that I couldn't realistically keep. "Anytime. G'night."
     "G'night," I said, swinging the door closed. A thought latched hold of my brain hard enough that I jerked the door back open again so I could voice it. "Take care of my baby."
     Ronan nodded at me, a handsome smirk plastered on his face. His face fell into a stoic hardness as he mocked a tight salute. "Yes ma'am."
     We exchanged another round of grins and goodnights before I pulled away from Big Bubba's white frame. I swung the door shut, giving Ronan a little wave as he drove off with my car hitched to the back of his. Looking up at Loki's irritated face made me wonder why I hadn't let Ronan take him to another town. That would've been the smarter idea. Instead of being intelligent, I'd offered to let an ungrateful, crazy stranger stay at my house, and I was sexually attracted to him! Leave it to me to complicate any already complicated situation with my sex drive. I gave Loki a well-mannered smile, hoping to cheer him out of his vexation, and me out of my self-deprecating thought process.
     "You ready to be disgusted some more?" I joked, pulling the keys out of my pocket. They emerged from the folds of leather with a metallic tinkle that echoed over the dark yard.
     "I do not believe I will ever be ready enough to enter your household," Loki said, disdainfully. So much for cheering him up with my award winning smile.
     My smile fell and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Gee. Tell me how you really feel," I said, sardonically. He looked at me then. Truly looked at me, just like he had in my car. A small smile tugged at his perfect mouth.
     "I apologize," he said. He bowed his body ever so slightly at the waist, sweeping his hand out to the side in a subtle, yet elegant flourish. Sarcastically, he continued, "I would be overjoyed to step foot in your lovely home."
     I grinned wide enough that I thought it would split my face. The space Viking understood sarcasm. I was beginning to like him. Well, I was beginning to like him despite the fact that I thought he was a nutbar and I wanted to jump his bones. He might as well have been a really hot Baby Ruth that was laced with sex appeal.
     "Well, alright then," I said, adjusting the keys in my hand with a clink, "let's not dilly-dally any longer. You need to be overjoyed as soon as possible."
     I gave him another smile, which he quickly, and genuinely, returned. I lead the way up the sidewalk to my ramshackle little house with Loki in tow. Occasionally, I glanced back at him to gauge his facial expressions as he surveyed the house. Man, if he despised it the darkness, he was going to loathe it in the light. Once we reached my dark blue front door, I inserted the key in the lock, wondering how much of a field day Freud would have with that analogy, and with my dirty mind. The lock clicked, signaling that I could now enter my house without breaking the door frame or pulling out my lock pick set. Happily, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
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