The Avengers: Fear (chapter 10)Double didgets! So for my 10th part of this story, I thought I'd include a suprise, so I brought in some other Marvel comic characters that've been in movies, hint: think x-men! Hope you like it!
Phobos stood outside the hospital room, which currently held a wounded Asgardian war-criminal who she had saved. She was still at a miss as to why she’d done it, but she was glad she had.
“How is he?” Thor’s voice came from next to her, making her jump. She strangely hadn’t heard him walk up to her.
“So far, he looks troubled. He’s been grumbling in his sleep for a while. I’m not entirely sure what I did to him when I… uh… well you know.” Thor chuckled, making Phobos regain composure. “Something funny?”
“You seem nervous, that’s all.” He put a supporting hand on her shoulder, making her cringe. He took notice and lifted his hand. “I’m sorry,” he began.
“It’s fine. I’m just, not used to people… well people.” Thor’s hand slowly returned to her shoulder, only this time she didn’t move away. She felt him looking at her, crystal blue eyes almost burning into her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her breathing becoming more rapid. She knew what emotion this was, and that didn’t make it any easier. Love. She had seduced a target once before, but she had since tried to avoid loving or being loved. Now, she was stuck with both, and not with just one person.
“Are you alright?” Thor’s cool voice freed her from her deep thought, bringing her back to this world.
“Yes,” she said. ‘No,’ she thought. ‘An assassin in love? How could I have fallen that far in two weeks?’ Part of her was happy, but the other part was just confused.
The footsteps of a few people came for out of the room, belonging to Bruce Banner and group of other doctors. Dr. Banner spoke up “He’s awake, and he asked for you,” he gestured to Phobos, and then followed by his tem, left. She looked to Thor, and then walked in the room. The demi-god was lying on a hospital bed, his eyes barely wedged open. He looked at her as she walked in the room, and sat up.
“It’s good to see you Phobos,” he said.
She nodded and walked over to him, covering her happiness with a scowl. When he gave her a quizzical look, she smiled, and then began to laugh. Loki began to laugh too, and soon the two had red faces. Phobos broke the laughter with a hard punch to Loki’s shoulder. He yelled at her “what was that for?”
“You jumped in front of a knife you idiot!” she couldn’t be more great full, but she needed to explain to him that she didn’t really want her teammates dying just yet.
“To save you!” he looked hurt, but that wouldn’t faze Phobos.
“Why?” she asked. “Why did you need to save me? I’m a mortal, and you are the last person who would show caring for a mortal.”
At last, Loki’s silver tongue failed him, leaving him open-mouthed, probably going over his reason for saving her life. “We are friends, are we not?”
She felt her eyebrows knit together, for she had never heard that term in reference to her- unless it was sarcasm. “Well,” she didn’t exactly know how to word it “I guess.” That made the God of Mischief smile. “What?”
His smile widened. “You actually admitted to it… friend.” He laughed while saying the word.
“Now don’t over use the term, or your membership will be revoked.”
A knock on the door sounded, and Thor stepped in, followed by Tony and the rest of the Avengers. Tony looked so red he could explode “So, you can make friends?”
Phobos rolled her eyes, finding a way out “Not with you, no.”
She stood, popped her knuckles, and left the room. Behind her, she could hear the men laughing, no doubt at Loki’s story of how he befriended an assassin. Apart from the voices, she heard light footsteps. “Hello Agent Romanoff.” She said to the Russian spy behind her.
She stepped up next to Phobos, revealing how much shorter Black Widow was than her. “I know; they can be idiots sometimes.”
Phobos smiled “Well yes, but it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
Phobos stopped, and whirled around, making her gold-colored hair go flying out around her head. “He got me to admit that I feel pain! He just became a weakness that the people who just attacked this ship will exploit! He’ll get caught in between me and some other knife.”
Phobos was surprised when Widow looked so understanding. “You’re worried that he’ll become collateral damage?”
Phobos had only ever told Thor or Loki how she felt about something, but she knew if she could trust anyone, it would be the Black Widow. “Yes, but not just him.”
Her green eyes almost forced her to spill out information. “Who else? I thought you were only close to Loki.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but something poked at the side of her mind. Widow’s fear had changed since the attempted assassination. It had been the loss of Hawkeye, but now it was the loss of a power, that Phobos knew Natasha Romanoff didn’t have. Shape shifting. Phobos closed a hand around the dagger on her belt, narrowing her eyes.
‘Black Widow’ raised her eyebrows, and looked around, drawing a gun from its holster. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something that doesn’t belong here.”
Phobos threw the dagger, but the imposter stepped out of the way just in time, smirking. “Congratulations Phobos, you figured it out more quickly than I thought you would.” Natasha began to grow slightly, her skin rippling up in threads, molding into a blue skinned woman with red hair and yellow eyes. “Remember when we used to play that game?”
As if I could. She thought. She couldn’t remember anything about her life, other than her first mission with her former employer, about two years ago. “What game?”
She smiled “I guess that’s a ‘no’. I would disguise as someone, and see how long it took for you to notice. You fell behind over the years.”
“Who are you?”
“Call me Mystique, old friend.”
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