So, this was one of my very first fanfictions and at first, I was very proud of it. However, after coming back and reading it a month or so ago, I realised that it was certainly not as good as I once thought and that the character I created was weak, things happened without any explanation and many of the characters that I didn't own were out of character. So! In the upcoming weeks (probably months) I will be re-writing this story, starting from Iron Man 2, going through into Thor, The Avengers and ending around Captain America: The Winter Soldier. (So far, at least.) If you want to continue reading this, be my guest! (See the final chapter for more detail on the rewrite).

Author's Note: Heey, so lately I've been watching the Avengers lots and I couldn't get the idea for this fanfic out of my head, so it had to come on here. So, anyway to anyone reading this, reviews are welcome xxx :)

Chapter 1: Defiance

Everyone around me screamed, as the man with the glowing stick overturned a police car that came hurtling towards him. I gasped, and ran, but he appeared not 3 metres away from me, before disappearing and reappearing elsewhere.
"I said, KNEEL!" The man yelled and everyone around me did so.

I could see my older brother and best friend do as he asked, halfway across the square. I looked around and saw the man, his helmet looking incredibly stupid to me – it was gold and had two big horns coming off it – he looked like a demented deer. His robe was a deep ivy-green but clashed – a lot – with the gold. His hair was a dark brown and fell to his shoulders and his eyes were a mossy clover-green. He was studying me carefully and closely, probably wondering why I wasn't kneeling.
"Why aren't you kneeling, child?" He asked, his head tilted to the side, confirming my thoughts.
"Why are you trying to make me?" I challenged and he raised his eyebrows.
"Because you are a human. You were made to be ruled, you crave it." He commented and I scoffed.
"That's a lie. For some, maybe, but I don't want to be ruled. Why would I?" I questioned and he smiled. "Who are you?" I snapped and he laughed.
"I am Loki, of Asgard." He answered and I frowned. I'd heard of the place Asgard, and Loki, but in relation to another.
"Loki…?" I muttered. "Brother of Thor!" I exclaimed, suddenly remembering and Loki's jaw clenched.
"Why does everyone always seem to link me to Thor?" I heard him mumble and I grinned, chuckling. His eyes snapped back to me and I held my breath.
"Why won't you kneel before me? Do you want to die, do you want me to control you? Because I can do both, and with ease." Loki threatened and my breath caught in my throat, as my hands became sweaty.
"For god's sake, Alison, just kneel!" My brother called across the square but I ignored him.
"I would listen to him, child. He has sense." Loki advised.
"He's a fool, not to stand before those who kill and lie, because it's fun!" I snapped and there was a lot of dissent and mumbling between the crowd, and every eye was on either me, or Loki.
"Fair words, child. But they will get you nowhere." He retorted, pointing the stick at me.

The tip glowed and my eyes widened as a bolt of red-hot light flew out of it, and I dove to the ground. It flew just over my head and Loki lost his control over the crowd as I picked up a fallen branch, from one of the trees surrounding the square. I heard the whizz of another bolt and I moved, as the bolt hit the car behind me, vaporising it completely. I gasped, as my heart got stuck in my throat, and Loki leaped at me, the sword-thing's point aiming straight at my throat. I quickly dropped and rolled, but Loki still managed to graze my arm with the blade. I gritted my teeth as I felt the blood pulsing out of my arm and quickly ran, throwing my stick at him as I did so. I heard it make contact and sniggered, hiding, crouched behind a car. Then the car disappeared and Loki was standing above me, the blade pointed straight for my heart. I wanted to move away but something in his eyes warned me not to try.
"Enough!" He snarled but a blue, red and white shield came flying out of nowhere, and whacked Loki in the chest, sending him soaring backwards as his glowing stick-thing sailed out of his hands and next to me.

I reached out for it, but a hand grasped mine, stopping me. I looked up and for about the third time that night, my breath caught in my throat. The world's first and most famous superhero, Captain America straightened up, his eyes staring at me suspiciously. I cowered slightly under his gaze before getting to my feet defiantly.
He cocked his head to one side and smiled, before turning back to Loki, who was standing up. The shield returned to Captain America's hand and Loki grinned.
"The soldier." He snarled. "The man out of time."
"I'm not the one who's out of time." Captain America answered, as a large plane appeared in the sky, above the Square.
"Pass me my Sceptre please." Loki asked, as Captain America picked it up.
"Why would I do that?" He asked, curiously, but Loki had disappeared.
"Because otherwise I'm going to take it from you." He replied, reappearing behind Captain America and taking the Sceptre from his hand and blasting him backwards. I gasped, and tried to run to him, but Loki batted me away like someone would bat away an annoying fly. My head snapped to the side as I sailed backwards and crashed into a car.
I whimpered as pain shot through my body and my vision blurred, as tears fell from my eyes. I could vaguely see Loki and Captain America fighting in the distance but I was unable to actually see who was winning. Loud music filled the air and I winced, as the noise hurt my ears and my already pounding head. I could hear conversation being engaged but not the actual words and then someone approached me. I could just make out Captain America's concerned face as he gently lifted me off the car and began to carry me, like a groom would carry his bride. I could feel glass digging into my back and black spots entered my vision as I passed out.