Songbird || An Avenger's Story

18 - Fantasy

Track eighteen: Fantasy

Album: Avengers

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Diana
Watching the God fly across the room did bring a small smile to my face. Shaking my hand to relive it from the sting I looked back up to my uncle, floating, "Safe room," He demanded, pointed behind me to the room installed behind the bar.

I looked back at him with a mixed expression of somewhat confusing and determination, "Give me a suit and I can help-"

"I said go to the safe room"

I literally blanched, "You have no idea what is about to happen and you want the only person you can trust that knows what's about to come out of that cube to just hide?!"

"Yes! Look at you!" He gestured to my red stained suit and vest, "You're only running on adrenaline right now. Hide in the safe room and I'll come and get you afterwards-"

"Uncle Tony I can help! Please," I tried to walk towards. "I have fought beside you before," I tried to convince him. "It's my obligation!"

Even though I couldn't see his face I knew what he was thinking, "Kid. Just... just please for once in your life just listen to me," he pleaded with me. "Just-" before he could finish a large blue laser beam was unleashed into the atmosphere.

I had to take a step back when I saw the abundance of strange alien-like creatures began to come out of the electrical blue portal, "Will you please just hide in the safe room?" He asked again, "I can't lose you again. I've lost you so many now I just can't"

I looked forward, seeing the creatures flooding the city. The sounds from below were already present, though the terror coming from below went almost unheard from the sound of my pounding heart.

My coding began to kick in, telling me to follow my instructions and hide, but my stubbornness lead me to reach for my weapon that was not there. I rubbed my two front teeth across my bottom lip as I contemplated my choice.

Follow orders or rebel?

I put my hands down to my sides in defeat, "Please don't get hurt," I begged, stepping away from the danger outside.

I swear I heard a small sigh escape from the billionaire inside his suit, "There's an emergency latch behind the bar, pull it and don't come out until you hear me Clone-zone."

I nodded and began to bolt towards the bar as he flew off. I didn't stop to check if Loki was awake but it didn't matter since I was already pulling the latch behind the glass bottles of champagne, revealing a hidden metal trapdoor underneath. Not wasting any time I closed the hatch locking me inside.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and started to feel around for a light switch of sorts, anything to combat the dark covering me. Eventually I found it revealing the small box I locked myself into.

The room, if you could even call it that, was a small rectangular shaped hole with just enough room to cram myself into. Hell, there wasn't even enough room to stretch. I guess it was made for me, or was this even a safe room? I'd place bets on this being a hidden storage cubby for Uncle Tony's forbidden smokes that really smell like skunks.

It was very uncomfortable as well, go figure, and even as I tried to position myself a sharp pain could be felt poking my back. Like I said, I think this was a secret cubby for booze and smokes.