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fakeasain56Summary: Teenage AU where the Avengers are a bunchy of mouthy runaway/orphaned kids who band together and commit petty theft (later more grand-scale theft like banks etc.) in order to survive on the streets. They get so good at this that SHEILD snatches them up and offers to train them as a response team instead. Since the alternative is being split up and doomed to the foster care system, they agree. By this point, they have become terribly co-dependent, but this just makes them a better team.
Previous Chapter
Chapter One
“It’s a trap.” Tony snapped, the second Coulson had left the room.
Loki nodded his agreement, long pale fingers reaching for Thor. “I agree. This organization- what does it benefit from having us? We steal back their items- and then what? Were those materials even stolen in the first place?”
Bruce murmured, “We can skip out of country. It’s easy to cross the border if you know how. We can go south.”
“Oh, sure.” Clint snapped back, “A bunch of white teens? We’d be caught in seconds.”
Bruce glared back. “Then would you rather go north? Towards the cold?”
Loki smiled at that idea, his mind playing with the idea of eternal white snow drifts, and the howling winds. Thor thought of it- the vast wilderness without end. Tony shook his head instantly, “No. I’d have to leave Jarvis behind.”
The teens looked to where the laptop sat innocuously, as Steve spoke up. “We owe Coulson at least one of these missions.”
“Excuse me?! He was the one who got us injured in the first place! If it weren’t for him-“
“We’d be locked up. If he hadn’t called off that search, hadn’t told Hill to stand down, more of us would be injured. He brought the antidotes.” Steve frowned at the table, staring down at the manila folders. “We at least owe him one mission.”
Thor nodded. “Indeed! We owe him a debt!”
Natasha’s mouth drew into a thin slash. The word debt always made her quieter then normal, made her pull into herself, dark and cold. “If we owe him a debt, then we should repay it. We can keep them at a arms length while we work on their missions.” She spat out the word, venomous and dripping.
Steve nodded, “While we’re working on that, we’ll research ways to drop into the ground and run where this organization can’t follow us.”
Bruce perked up, interested in that. “India maybe? I could work as a doctor- they’ll be happy to accept that.”
“I say to Finland!” Thor boomed, smiling in happiness. “There is many mountains there, and we may ride reindeer.”
Loki shook his head, sarcasm dripping from his words, “Brother dearest, you know why we cannot go north in Europe.”
Thor’s face fell.
Steve clapped the big man on his shoulder, and pointed to the folders. “Tony, can you research these, get every last bit of information you can on them, and Bruce, you start looking up ways to get in and out. We’ll want to be invisible as possible on our routes.”
For now, they would work with Shield, and wait- wait for the chance to run.
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The house was guarded by a small, private army. Coulson adjusted his binoculars, wondering how the seven planned on retrieving the irridum. It was not only on the lowest level, but you had to have a retina scan in order to enter the room.
Fancy music played softly, the sweet hum of sounds of peacefully lullaby singing to the chatting party-goers. The entire atmosphere was relaxed.
The doors to enter the room were set above, giant staircases slowly winding down to towards the bottom. In the middle of the room lay a stone alter, cracked but not ruined, held up by ancient beasts that had no name.
Up above, doors swung open, and Loki entered the ballroom, dressed in a snappy suite, and long hair slicked back. A green and white scarf swirled in a self-made breeze, and he walked with his eyes sparking in some inner delight.
Not a single guest took notice of him.
Coulson felt dread beginning to grow in his stomach as the speaker of the night stepped forward. Quickly, he scanned the crowd, as the one person he trusted enough to help monitor announced, “Movement on the east side.”
Coulson put down the binoculars, missing someone, tall and blond wit a sparkling smile of good-will slipped through the crowd, making his way closer to the target.
He instead saw two dark forms speed past the camera, and sharp projectiles slip through the night. Guards fell, propped up by the wall, looking mostly alert if it weren’t for the fact that they had something sticking out of their necks.
The shadows moved, and the bodies were shifted ever so slightly; dead man watching and looking.
Coulson drew a sharp, sucking breath in-between his teeth, and switched his attention back to the ballroom.
Loki lifted a hand- and like magic a spear flashed into existence. With a single, expert twirl, he slammed his staff into the midriff of the closest guard, and brought it down on the head of the other.
Both guards dropped like stones, and partygoers began to scream as they headed for exits. In the confusion, no one noticed a blond young man tug an older man towards a side-door leading deeper into the mansion.
Steel frames slammed into place over windows and doors, blocking the entrance. Guards came rushing up, bypassing the old man and his young escort, heading for the source of the confusion.
A huge, tall man dropped down in front of them, holding a hammer. Lightning crackled and snapped, spinning wildly away from the head of the hammer. Coulson blinked, rubbed at his eyes, and looked again, attempting to seek what was going on-
The thin flash of light, and it snapped into place- those idiots were using holographic projectors, fooling the eyes, even as the untrained men armed with only pistols fell back.
Behind Thor, a smaller form lurked, leveling a small gun, aim and fire.
One of the men fell back, screaming as lightning arced towards him, masking the small flash of a taser. The other guards went pale white- broke and ran.
“KNEEL!” Loki’s scream rose above the shrieks of the people, commanding and dark at once. Thor looked behind him, a smile gracing his lips as Loki prowled around the room.
Loki was a poisonous butterfly, gorgeous and enthralling, every line grace and beauty, with the venom dripping from his fangs stained with blood. “Is this not easier?” He purred softly, feet soft on the carpet as scared, terrified people knelt to him, heads down and shaking.
Coulson tore his eyes from the screen, back to where Steve had managed to drag the old man.
Tony waited patiently by the eyescan, fiddling with a few wires. He grinned at Steve, Steve nodded back, grip shifting from helping to confining without so much as a blink.
Two dark shadows took their place beside them, guarding their backs.
The old man’s face grew pale as he was shoved in front of the scanner, and up above Loki’s insane laugh echoed in the room.
Thor moved to towards Loki, deadly grace belying thick muscle, his own blond hair wild and tossed back as if he were some vengeful god of old, here to claim what was his.
Loki smiled, sharp daggers in his eyes as he gestured grandly to the alter. “Come my brother- we should have a sacrifice! We should let the blood spill into the earth, hear the earth cry out and call up the storm.”
Thor laughed, a booming laughter, as deep as a thunder roll- Coulson could suddenly see why Odin had said that Thor was correctly named. “The storm comes already! Can you not hear it sing in the wind bróðir? Put up your gandr, and look to the skies!”
Coulson frowned- there was no news of a storm in the weather, but even as he thought that, a low roll of thunder rumbled in the distance, as the wind began to pick up, loud enough to be heard in the silence.
People began to look at each other uneasily, through their eyelashes as Thor approached the ancient alter. The large man climbed on top, lifting his hammer to the heavens. Loki watched, smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed the shocked fear. “ANSWER THUNDER!”
Thunder boomed and crashed- the iron gates went up, doors swung open, and everyone scattered like the four winds, as Loki threw his head back to laugh.
He spirited himself up to Thor, wrapping both arms around his brother, before kissing him where all could see as the storm broke overhead, pouring rain on panicked partygoers.
And deep in the earth, unnoticed by all, an old man lay unconscious, robbed of his ill-gotten goods.
Next Chapter
Previous Chapter
Chapter One
“It’s a trap.” Tony snapped, the second Coulson had left the room.
Loki nodded his agreement, long pale fingers reaching for Thor. “I agree. This organization- what does it benefit from having us? We steal back their items- and then what? Were those materials even stolen in the first place?”
Bruce murmured, “We can skip out of country. It’s easy to cross the border if you know how. We can go south.”
“Oh, sure.” Clint snapped back, “A bunch of white teens? We’d be caught in seconds.”
Bruce glared back. “Then would you rather go north? Towards the cold?”
Loki smiled at that idea, his mind playing with the idea of eternal white snow drifts, and the howling winds. Thor thought of it- the vast wilderness without end. Tony shook his head instantly, “No. I’d have to leave Jarvis behind.”
The teens looked to where the laptop sat innocuously, as Steve spoke up. “We owe Coulson at least one of these missions.”
“Excuse me?! He was the one who got us injured in the first place! If it weren’t for him-“
“We’d be locked up. If he hadn’t called off that search, hadn’t told Hill to stand down, more of us would be injured. He brought the antidotes.” Steve frowned at the table, staring down at the manila folders. “We at least owe him one mission.”
Thor nodded. “Indeed! We owe him a debt!”
Natasha’s mouth drew into a thin slash. The word debt always made her quieter then normal, made her pull into herself, dark and cold. “If we owe him a debt, then we should repay it. We can keep them at a arms length while we work on their missions.” She spat out the word, venomous and dripping.
Steve nodded, “While we’re working on that, we’ll research ways to drop into the ground and run where this organization can’t follow us.”
Bruce perked up, interested in that. “India maybe? I could work as a doctor- they’ll be happy to accept that.”
“I say to Finland!” Thor boomed, smiling in happiness. “There is many mountains there, and we may ride reindeer.”
Loki shook his head, sarcasm dripping from his words, “Brother dearest, you know why we cannot go north in Europe.”
Thor’s face fell.
Steve clapped the big man on his shoulder, and pointed to the folders. “Tony, can you research these, get every last bit of information you can on them, and Bruce, you start looking up ways to get in and out. We’ll want to be invisible as possible on our routes.”
For now, they would work with Shield, and wait- wait for the chance to run.
----------
The house was guarded by a small, private army. Coulson adjusted his binoculars, wondering how the seven planned on retrieving the irridum. It was not only on the lowest level, but you had to have a retina scan in order to enter the room.
Fancy music played softly, the sweet hum of sounds of peacefully lullaby singing to the chatting party-goers. The entire atmosphere was relaxed.
The doors to enter the room were set above, giant staircases slowly winding down to towards the bottom. In the middle of the room lay a stone alter, cracked but not ruined, held up by ancient beasts that had no name.
Up above, doors swung open, and Loki entered the ballroom, dressed in a snappy suite, and long hair slicked back. A green and white scarf swirled in a self-made breeze, and he walked with his eyes sparking in some inner delight.
Not a single guest took notice of him.
Coulson felt dread beginning to grow in his stomach as the speaker of the night stepped forward. Quickly, he scanned the crowd, as the one person he trusted enough to help monitor announced, “Movement on the east side.”
Coulson put down the binoculars, missing someone, tall and blond wit a sparkling smile of good-will slipped through the crowd, making his way closer to the target.
He instead saw two dark forms speed past the camera, and sharp projectiles slip through the night. Guards fell, propped up by the wall, looking mostly alert if it weren’t for the fact that they had something sticking out of their necks.
The shadows moved, and the bodies were shifted ever so slightly; dead man watching and looking.
Coulson drew a sharp, sucking breath in-between his teeth, and switched his attention back to the ballroom.
Loki lifted a hand- and like magic a spear flashed into existence. With a single, expert twirl, he slammed his staff into the midriff of the closest guard, and brought it down on the head of the other.
Both guards dropped like stones, and partygoers began to scream as they headed for exits. In the confusion, no one noticed a blond young man tug an older man towards a side-door leading deeper into the mansion.
Steel frames slammed into place over windows and doors, blocking the entrance. Guards came rushing up, bypassing the old man and his young escort, heading for the source of the confusion.
A huge, tall man dropped down in front of them, holding a hammer. Lightning crackled and snapped, spinning wildly away from the head of the hammer. Coulson blinked, rubbed at his eyes, and looked again, attempting to seek what was going on-
The thin flash of light, and it snapped into place- those idiots were using holographic projectors, fooling the eyes, even as the untrained men armed with only pistols fell back.
Behind Thor, a smaller form lurked, leveling a small gun, aim and fire.
One of the men fell back, screaming as lightning arced towards him, masking the small flash of a taser. The other guards went pale white- broke and ran.
“KNEEL!” Loki’s scream rose above the shrieks of the people, commanding and dark at once. Thor looked behind him, a smile gracing his lips as Loki prowled around the room.
Loki was a poisonous butterfly, gorgeous and enthralling, every line grace and beauty, with the venom dripping from his fangs stained with blood. “Is this not easier?” He purred softly, feet soft on the carpet as scared, terrified people knelt to him, heads down and shaking.
Coulson tore his eyes from the screen, back to where Steve had managed to drag the old man.
Tony waited patiently by the eyescan, fiddling with a few wires. He grinned at Steve, Steve nodded back, grip shifting from helping to confining without so much as a blink.
Two dark shadows took their place beside them, guarding their backs.
The old man’s face grew pale as he was shoved in front of the scanner, and up above Loki’s insane laugh echoed in the room.
Thor moved to towards Loki, deadly grace belying thick muscle, his own blond hair wild and tossed back as if he were some vengeful god of old, here to claim what was his.
Loki smiled, sharp daggers in his eyes as he gestured grandly to the alter. “Come my brother- we should have a sacrifice! We should let the blood spill into the earth, hear the earth cry out and call up the storm.”
Thor laughed, a booming laughter, as deep as a thunder roll- Coulson could suddenly see why Odin had said that Thor was correctly named. “The storm comes already! Can you not hear it sing in the wind bróðir? Put up your gandr, and look to the skies!”
Coulson frowned- there was no news of a storm in the weather, but even as he thought that, a low roll of thunder rumbled in the distance, as the wind began to pick up, loud enough to be heard in the silence.
People began to look at each other uneasily, through their eyelashes as Thor approached the ancient alter. The large man climbed on top, lifting his hammer to the heavens. Loki watched, smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed the shocked fear. “ANSWER THUNDER!”
Thunder boomed and crashed- the iron gates went up, doors swung open, and everyone scattered like the four winds, as Loki threw his head back to laugh.
He spirited himself up to Thor, wrapping both arms around his brother, before kissing him where all could see as the storm broke overhead, pouring rain on panicked partygoers.
And deep in the earth, unnoticed by all, an old man lay unconscious, robbed of his ill-gotten goods.
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