Chapter Text
1 - Nothing to see here
Tony
This day couldn’t get any worse. For starters, I was running, which always sucked. Secondly, I had been dragged out of my workshop this morning, to deal with a trivial invasion of some kind in Manhattan.
And thirdly, Natasha’s voice is filling my head with stupid things I already know.
“Remember, Stark, the priority is to discover what the hell we’re fighting.”
My arm extends to blast a creature charging straight for me; it gives a very human cry and tumbles to the pavement of New York. Curious, I step closer, lasers at the ready.
The creature has the head and torso of a woman, with beautiful cheekbones and hair that almost rivalled Pepper’s. ( Almost.)
Its legs, however, were a whole different kind of wrong. Instead of, you know, skin, this thing had one bronze leg and one goat leg.
“Uh, Nat. I think we’re dealing with some sort of alien. Either that, or this girl is having a really bad hair day,”
Cap cuts in over the comms. “ Make your way downtown, everyone. It looks like there’s a hoard of them.”
“ I mean, not the first time we’ve been mobbed by hordes of fangirls.”
My amazing joke is met by dead silence. These people really need to find a sense of humour.
****
I touch down on the outside of a swarm of the alien-thingys, blasting any donkey girls that get close, which is unsurprisingly few, due to the Nat standing to my side and obliterating everything that moves. From one of the nearby rooftops, Birdma-I mean Hawkeye, sends waves of arrows into the fray, and I keep having to duck because Bucky is firing his stupid machine gun over my head. At least the mob of aliens seems to be thinning out. Rather quickly, actually.
Wait a minute; call me spiderman, but I sense that something is wrong. The mob almost seems to be getting destroyed from the inside out.
“ Something’s in the middle of the hoard, attacking them from there.”
“ Or someone.” I can almost hear Steve frown dramatically over the comms.
“ See anything, Barton?” Natasha asks, booting a donkey-girl in the chest, sending it flying into another.
“ Nothing yet…Gimme a sec…Wait, what?! Clint’s voice screams into our eardrums, causing everyone to stop and wince.
“ Clint! You with us?”
“ You need to see this.”
I blast the alien in front of me, revealing the middle of the hoard. There’s a sort of ring of aliens, all throwing knives and hissing at someone in the center. A laugh escapes my mouth. Standing back to back, fighting off these aliens better than the avengers, are two teenage boys.
Nico
I feel Will’s arm draw towards me, holding an arrow taught with his bow. An Empousa comes charging at us, screaming something about draining us of our blood, and I breath out as an arrow is loosed into her shoulder, the vibrations from the string running through my body. I press my back against Will, swinging my sword and sending three Empousai returning to Tartarus. The others hiss and recoil at the sight of the Stygian Iron.
“ You don’t want to do this, Nico. Let’s just talk about it.” One of the monsters whispers, batting her eyelashes.
“ You seem lovely, honey, but I’m gay.”
I smash the hilt of my sword into her head, sending her crumpling to the ground.
“ And taken.” Will calls, my heart melting at his adorable southern accent.
An Empousa lunges for Will, raking her fingernails/claws down his arm, leaving three angry red scratches. Oh No, you don’t. I twist around to face her, and let the shadows wrap around that stupid goat leg. That doesn’t seem enough though, so I open a crack in the ground, watching as six or seven of them tumble down into the underworld.
And with that, me and Will are left standing amongst the heaped bodies of the monsters, weapons dripping with blood.
“ I feel really bad, Nico. I wish-” Will’s voice cuts off, as I realise he is facing me, eyes wide with fear and shock.
“ Neeks, oh gods!”
I follow Will’s gaze down to my side. Hot blood is pouring down my leg, flowing from a bright red gash on my hip. For some reason, I don’t feel any pain, just warmth. I didn’t even feel the knife go in. My head spins, my knees buckling. I stare down at the large amount of crimson staining my hands. Huh. I didn’t know I had this much blood in me. Darkness starts to creep in my peripheral, like ants are scurrying over my eyelids. I clumsily try to wipe the ants away.
Then Will’s obnoxiously bright blonde hair is in my face, panic written all over his lips as he tries to say something to me. I can’t hear him over the sound of my pulse in my neck. Why is he so worried about me? I’ll be fine, like always. It doesn’t even hurt.
The last thing I manage to see is Will frantically waving over a woman with deep auburn hair and a man holding a stupidly colourful shield.
—--------------------------------------------------------------------—