“What do you want, Amora?”
“If I am being honest? You vanquished, the stones in my possession, Asgard in my grasp, soon followed by the nine realms.”
“Originality was never your area of expertise, was it? You still play after what I’d strive to do. Admit it, you’ve always played behind in my footsteps.”
“You’ll regret that.”
“Will I now?”
Yes, I wished I could finish that sentence, but before I knew it, I was sent hurtling across the train, barely gripping onto a ledge, lest I’d fall to a very dusty doom.
This was a brand new suit, there was no way that I was getting dirt on it.
Knuckles white, my whole body aching, I flipped back onto the top of the train.
“Well, you’re quite the sport.”
I swiped across a blast of energy, burning green in my palms, lashing out like the threads of an undying fire, wrapping around Amora’s form, hurtling her across the top.
“Well, that was easy.”
Yes, some thoughts should stay shut in my head, because the decaying hand of a corpse is not very welcome on the ankle of a well-tailored - and colourful, might I add - sock.
I kicked out wildly, freeing myself from the grasp of the living dead creature, a tear now forming in my trousers.
Well.
She’d had it now.
I grabbed the Norn Stones, squeezing them gently in my palms, channelling all the power into my hands, coursing through my veins, thrumming in my bones.
This.
This was real power.
Not the weak acts of the Chitauri, of the Avengers.
However, the flow of all elements, of reality itself...
Through me.
I simply flicked a wrist in Amora’s direction, and she was long gone, followed by a tap of the heel of my shoes on the top of the carriage, and the whole train was alight with a flame, that soon dissipated leaving nothing but a smooth line of carriages hurtling across in the sun, the thrum of the corpses from below now a distant memory.
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“Cap?”
“What is it, Bruce?”
“We just recorded a massive energy signal from down in East London, from the railways.”
“The railways?”
“Yes, it’s powerful. You don’t think -”
“We can’t guess now.”
The air was disrupted by a shrill of the alarm, both heads glancing back to look onto their inter-dimensional telecom.
“Thor?”
“The stones are no longer in Asgard’s possession and... an Asgardian artefact is missing.”
“2012 again, is it?”
“Son of Roger, this is not a joke.”
“You don’t have to... never mind.”
“Also, your valorous Thanos is defeated and the artefact is well...”
“What-“
“Loki.”
“He has the infinity stones.”
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