Chapter 53: Battle of New York Part 8
-Stark Tower-
Peter spit out Loki's blood after taking a large chunk out of his neck. His actions against Loki had a singular purpose. It was to put the fear of God into him, to give him a reason never to set foot on earth again and if Loki's reaction was any indication, he was quite confident that he succeeded.
He chose to do that because he realized that he could not kill Loki, the Enchantress was simple, the order given when he activated Fools Gambit overrode his other restrictions, and it altered his perception, forcing him to view the Enchantress as something different than human- he fooled himself for the duration of Fool's Gambit's active state to facilitate the completion his objective.
Loki however, did not meet that criterion, his death wasn't needed to 'win', and try as he might Peter Parker still couldn't view something, even an alien that looked human as something other than human. It was the reason he unconsciously held back his attacks during his fight against Thor, Hulk, and the Executioner.
In his eyes they were human.
Even now as he wiped Loki's blood from his lips, he still saw this being as a human. It turns out, that an alien leading an attack on Earth that led to the possible death of hundreds wasn't reason enough for Peter to consider him any different. The current Peter couldn't understand why, why he could view the thugs at the docks as something less than human and this alien as something more human than even them, but he did.
It was a confusing conundrum.
The Asgardian's blood and flesh tasted odd, nothing like the teen expected- a little too cold too, nothing like the sorceress which was warm and sweet by comparison. There was that feeling again- like something fundamental had shifted within his being, a change or addition of something else taking place within him that he could not understand.
He let go of Loki's hair and stood up as the unconscious Norse god of Mischief fell flat on his face- bleeding from his neck.
Without so much as a glance to the side, Peter brought his left hand up and opened his palm. Invisible bandages slid around his armed and tightened grip reinforcing it in preparation for what was coming.
*Clang*
Mjolnir flew through the open walls and landed harshly in his open hand. Electricity arced from the hammer around his outstretched arm only to vanish to the sound of shattered glass.
The hammer remained there caught in Peter's grip and crackling for a few more moments before shooting back out into the walls from where it came- Its handle slipping into Thor's waiting hand as the God of Thunder landed on the tiled floor of Stark's destroyed home with a gentle thud.
" Stay your hand, I did not come here to fight you, but I cannot allow you to harm my brother…" Thor paused for a moment as his eyes caught sight of his brother beaten and bleeding near Peter's foot. He continued soundly with a guarded stance "…Anymore than you already have…Unfortunately…"
Peter took a glance at the beaten god at his feet- Cypher took moments to analyze the wound on his neck before relating it to him- he severed Loki's carotid artery and jugular veins with his bite if he were human, it would take two to five minutes for him to bleed out but both he and Cypher had little to no knowledge of Asgardian physiology to make an accurate guess.
He paused for a moment before bending low and sealing Loki's neck wound, he used a branch of sin to carefully seal the severed veins with his crystalized blood.
Peter turned to face Thor with his impassive gaze- his mask pulsed red as it soaked in every drop of blood that lingered on his face. Although he lacked emotions or empathy in his current state his analytical thinking, logical reasoning, and attention to detail were enhanced to a high degree.
He knew this alien led the assault on Earth, he knew that Thor was a king of some kind if the words spoken by the Axe-wielding Asgardian, he fought in Central Park were true and now, thanks to Thor's words he knows that Loki was his brother- which made him a Prince, royalty, and that meant someone impotent to the Asgardian race.
If the Asgardian society lived under a system of Monarchy, then the death of a prince would mean something drastically different to them than it did to the denizens of Earth. His remaining objective was to win and winning did not include starting a war between two races- especially if only four members of said race were capable of this much destruction.
With that in mind, the current Peter decided his best option was to talk it out with the supposed King of Asgardians.
"He attacked my planet," Peter said to Thor. "I have every right to kill him."
"Ay, that you do," Thor replied, he reflexively spun his hummer in his hand as he continued. " Let us both agree that he deserved that beating…and I am truly sorry for what he has done to this world but, he is an Asgardian- A Prince of Asguard, his fate and punishment must be decided by his people on Asguard."
"He is… also my brother, so you see…" Thor sounded reluctant but prepared to fight Peter for Loki, he held his hammer close. " I cannot allow you to kill him, not while I still draw breath."
Peter watched Thor carefully, he did not want to start another pointless fight with Thor over Loki. Cypher pinged in his psyche – Captain America and the rest of his team had arrived in the building and were taking the elevator up.
Peter had to act quickly- another mental ping from Blue Cypher got his attention, and it seemed to be even more alarming which prompted him to act. He willed his Kagune to pick up Loki- the red tentacle-like appendage slithered tightly around Loki's midsection then harshly picked Loki up and threw the beaten god at Thor.
Thor caught the body with a single arm but watched Peter cautiously waiting for the teen to speak.
" Do what you want with him but if I ever see him on this planet again…I'll shove a crystal shard in his chest," Peter said before blasting up to the roof he and Loki made during their fight. He was tempted to shove a sin shard into Loki but held back because he knew nothing about Asguard and its people now.
Thor was left blinking in surprise as Peter left, the prince looked down at his brother's beaten form and let out a soft sigh as he spoke.
"By the All-Father Loki… What am I going to do with you?"
Moments later the elevator doors opened getting his attention. He turned sharply at the sound but dropped his guard when he saw who walked out of its open doors.
Captain America and Hawk Eye made their way out of the sliding doors – both looked beaten and slightly bruised but their expressions were firm and prepared, they looked ready to fight whatever was waiting on the other side of the door. Hawk Eye had an explosive tip arrow drawn and positioned himself closely behind Captain America who walked ahead of him with their shield.
They were both caught off guard and were surprised at the sight of Thor holding the beaten body of his brother with his hammer in hand.
"Damn, must have been some talk, huh… you know, I can think of a few other guys I'd want you to have 'words' with later. " Hawk Eye commented with a sarcastic smirk.
…
-On the Roof-
Black Widow and Professor Selvig pushed against the energy field with all their strength, trying to force the tip of Loki's scepter into the energy field at the right angle.
After a few adjustments to the scepter, they managed to push it past the barrier. They managed to force the spear directly onto the metal alloy powering the machine.
"That's it, this is it, we can close the portal now. A simple tap would disrupt the energy flow and close the portal." Professor Selvig said.
Black Widow taped her earpiece to contact the rest of the team with one hand while keeping the other firmly placed on the scepter to hold it in place. "Can anyone read me? I can close the portal now, Cap. Tony? I can close the Portal."
"Red? Ironman here, I hear ya and you might wanna hold off on that for a few seconds, just got word, that we have a bomb heading our way right now. I'm heading to intercept; I think I can fly it into the portal" Ironman said over the commlink.
Another voice spoke through the same link before Black Widow could reply. A distorted voice that sounded almost robotic.
"Don't Bother, just close the portal. I'll help with the bomb." As soon as the robotic voice finished speaking something shot out of Stark Tower's roof and hovered above the sky. The figure seemed to be standing in the air; he had four large bright crimson wings protruding from his back and wore a red Oni mask.
"Ok, who are you?" Tony asked over comms.
"I'm Blood Borne of Babylon, here to help." The voice replied.
" Yeah, well can it Blood whatever, Widow, I'm already close, just keep the portal op-."
"Yeah, well I'm faster so close the portal" The voice spoke over Ironman.
There was a sonic boom that rocked Stark Tower shattering every glass window in the area. I second later Iron man voice could be heard over the channel.
"WHHOoaa!! SHIT!! What the hell!?"
"Stark!? You there, talk to me? What's happening?"
"…Yeah" After a momentary pause of a few seconds, he spoke again. " Widow, you can close the portal now- the bombs have been handled."
Black Widow moved with haste, with Professor Salvig's help they pushed the scepter forward and gently taped the Metallic alloy powering the machine.
*Boom*
A concussive energy shockwave erupted from the machine pushing both the Professor and the spy back as the portal closed shut.
A few seconds later leviathans and swarms of Chitauri foot soldiers fell from the sky like insects. It was like the invisible strings responsible for their actions were cut and without that connection, they were nothing more than empty husks of flesh and metal.
….
-With Iron Man-
Tony remained hovering in the air next to this Blood Borne character and watched the demonic masked individual with silent fascination.
"That look's disturbing, awesome but disturbing." He said aloud, Stark was beginning to understand why he called himself Blood Borne.
Blood Borne stood in the air his arm outstretched in front of him as what seemed to be a large pool of coagulated blood hovered in the air in the form of a human-sized orb holding the missile in place. From the blood, countless tiny spiders crawled out solidifying into the crystal as they systematically dismantled the missile- its dismantled pieces fell into the ocean below until all that was left was the core.
With the core in hand Blood Borne turned to face Ironman.
"Ironman right?, He…I- I'm a big fan of yours, and thanks... for the blueprints." Blood born said. He glanced back at the core in his hand then vanished from Ironman's sights and radar in a blitz of speed. All that remained was an afterimage that dissipated into the wind.
"Wait WHAT!!?"
-Chapter End-
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