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Flarfegnugen	By : Zemothy Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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S.H.I.E.L.D. airship headquarters, somewhere over the Atlantic, a few hours after Loki’s army is defeated in New York.
            The Avengers sit in silence around the triangular table on the command deck of SHIELD Headquarters, hovering somewhere over the Atlantic ocean near New York. Tony Stark chatters quietly with Dr. Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers watching them with disinterest. Everything they were saying was going right over his head, but it wasn’t like he had much else to do. Thor leans against the railing nearby, deep in thought, probably about his brother. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton sit opposite to Tony and Dr. Banner, murmuring quietly about something unknown to the others. Director Nick Fury watches, like a hawk over his children, which was kind of what they were. The Avengers Initiative was, more or less, his brainchild. Agent Maria Hill, the director’s assistant, comes up the stairs, murmuring something to Fury that causes him to frown.
            “Are you sure?” he asks quietly, uncrossing his arms from his chest. Agent Hill nods, showing him the tablet in her hand.
            “We picked it up a few seconds ago, just… started randomly,” she explains, tapping something on the tablet. “It’s getting closer, too. What shall we do?” Director Fury contemplates the information for a moment, then turns around to speak to her.
            “Nothing, Agent Hill. There’s nothing we can do, if it’s what I think it is. I don’t think we’re in any danger though.” She nods and returns to her post, earning a strange look from Natasha and Barton, as well as Thor, who straightens up and walks over to the one-eyed male.
            “Is there something to be concerned about?” he inquires, receiving a shake of the head from Fury.
            “No, I don’t think so. Just give it a minute.” The god nods and returns to his spot, though now on guard, a hand resting upon Mjolnir’s handle. True to the director’s prediction, something does happen. Agent Hill rushes over to tell him that something relatively large had just landed on the flight deck. As the director looks over the tablet, a commotion starts in the hallway.
            “Sir you’re not allowed in here,” a male voice states, followed by another male voice.
            “Well I’m not going to wait for your director to decide if I’m allowed on the command deck,” the smooth tenor flows into the room, getting closer. “I’m a very impatient man you see.”
            “Sir if you do not stop I will be forced to shoot you.”
            “Go ahead then, I’m waiting.” A tall man stops just inside the room, turning towards the hallway with a grin meant to bare his teeth, blue eyes staring pointedly at the man in the hall. At the director’s command, the soldier backs down, leaving the newcomer to straighten to his full six-foot-seven height and run a hand through his long black hair.
            “Jeremy,” Fury starts. “Interesting to see you again… Can I help you?” The man grins and looks around the room at the people staring at him, focusing on the Avengers.
            “Actually, it’s more of what I can do for you, Director Fury. First of all… Introductions. First, Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, a pleasure. The name is Jeremy, or Zem, whichever you prefer. I answer to both equally.” He first approaches the Captain, shaking his hand lightly before turning to Stark and Dr. Banner. “Dr. Bruce Banner, even more of a pleasure to meet you. I must say I admire your work… And of course your, er, other talents… Tony Stark, yet another great mind. I’d like to have a conversation with you as well, preferably at the same time as Dr. Banner. A ménage a trios with two of the greatest scientific minds of the century. Brilliant!” Spinning round on his heel, he doubles back to Natasha and Barton. “Miss Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, as gorgeous as she is talented. Agent Barton, or should I say, ‘Arrow Boy’, very nice to see you again… Oh. Where’s Agent Coulson?” A silence fills the room, and the ravenette frowns. “Oh, I’m so sorry… He was a good man.”
            “And how would you know that?” Agent Barton snaps, giving him a glare.
            “Because, I only associate with good men. I also know that he loved his job and also loved the Captain dearly, he idolized him. A vintage set of the Captain’s trading cards was his prized possession. Your file on him is quite extensive…”
            “That doesn’t mean you knew him,” Barton growls, going to stand, only to be pinned to the chair by the ravenette, a stern look on his face.
            “I’m not here to argue about Phil Coulson, Clint… So accept my condolences and accept that I know that he was a good man,” Jeremy’s tone was sharp and biting, leaving Barton speechless, the ravenette turning to Thor. “Ah, and last, but certainly not least… Thor, god of thunder, warrior of Asgard. You know, you’re much more impressive in person. I can’t even start to describe the feeling of standing here, in this room, with all you incredible people… Especially you, Thor. Oh, right, where’s Loki? I desperately need to speak with him.”
            “You need to do no such thing,” Thor states firmly, drawing himself up to his full height, though he was still slightly shorter than Jeremy. “My brother is…”
            “I know he’s being held for what he’s done but I need to speak with him before you spirit him off to Asgard for the Allfather to deal with for his crimes. It’s extremely important.” The man turns on his heel once more and slips past the director, striding swiftly down the hallway towards the holding cell. Entering the room, he gives a wicked grin, crossing his arms over his chest as he encircles the round prison. “Ohh, you are much more interesting than your brother, Loki…” The male inside the prison looks up from the floor, frowning at Jeremy.
            “Jeremy, step away from there,” Fury commands as he enters the room, followed by the group of Avengers. The one-eyed man earns a sneer and a dismissing wave from the tall male, who walks through the glass to the left of the prisoner. Loki stands and steps away from Jeremy, frowning more at him.
            “I must say I am deeply honoured to meet you, Loki, you are… so amazing and you don’t even realize it.” Spotting the gag preventing the raven-haired god from speaking, he frowns, reaching up to touch it lightly. “That… has to be embarrassing…” The object sparks softy and loosens, falling down around his neck.
            “And who…” Loki begins, his hands reaching up to rub his jaw. “Are you? Have you come to help me escape?” the ravenette’s tone was haughty and aggravated, glancing towards Thor momentarily.
            “The name is Jeremy, and no, I’m sorry. You must go to Asgard and face your punishment, but fear not, this will be good for you. You need nothing more than yourself to become great, Loki.” Jeremy’s hand comes to rests upon the other’s shoulder, only for a moment before withdrawing. “Oh, that… That’s interesting. Have you told him yet?” The god’s eyes narrow, his body tensing. “Ah, you haven’t… You really should.”
            “No, he doesn’t need to know. And they are all mere pawns in my game, Jeremy. Whoever you are, you know nothing about me or what I desire.”
            “Hardly, Loki. I know more than you think, and I know that you are not the one controlling them. They control you, Loki, and once you break free, you will be free to be who you want to be. They poison your mind… Such a beautiful mind should not be contained like this.” Jeremy shakes his head at the snort he receives, turning and walking through the glass towards Thor. “Thor, convince Odin to banish him. To… Muspell.”
            “Why? You really think Father would even ask my opinion?”
            “You’d be surprised, Thor… And because, that’s where he’ll be safest, and where his sss-“ the male catches himself as Loki hisses viciously, giving a soft, nervous laugh. “Ahh, sorry, me and my big mouth. He’ll be safe there, and I know that’s what you want the most.”
            “How would you know that?”
            “Because I’m intelligent and I know certain things when I see them. Oh, and…” Jeremy lowers his voice, murmuring softly to Thor. “He has a necklace he always wears… Don’t leave him without it. It’s vital that he has it.” The ravenette turns back to Loki with an apologetic look, pressing his hand to the glass. “I’m sorry but I have to put it back now. Please, think about what I’ve said. Remember that you need only you to be great.” The gag fixes back over the god’s mouth, sitting as Jeremy leaves the room with the others following. A silent tear falls from his eye, left alone to his thoughts.
            The group returns to the command deck, Thor reaching out to grab the strange man’s arm, mouth opening to speak. The ravenette spins around with incredible speed, hand gripping the blonde’s long tresses and forcing his head down towards the edge of the table, but stopping just before the god’s head was smashed into it. A growl rips from Jeremy’s chest, eyes flashing red as he glares down at him.
            “Never do that again…” Letting go of the blonde, Jeremy plops down in one of the chairs, giving a sigh. The rest of the Avengers just stare as Thor sits on the floor, still trying to process what had just happened. Director Fury is the first to speak, clearing his throat before stepping forward.
            “What do you want, Jeremy?” he asks flatly, no longer in the mood for games.
            “I want to join the Avengers.”
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