#avengers reader inserts

[penguiduck]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

You started out with The Magic Carpet, a game that your supervisor in college had introduced to you. You had found a rug, a small one, that all seven of you could stand on. Of course, you wanted to make sure that it was a bit of a tight fit, just to make it all the more challenging. "Now, imagine we're on a magical carpet, flying through the skies," you said. "Halfway through this ride, things start to malfunction, and we discover that there is a button we need to push in the middle of the other side. The only way to get to it is to flip the carpet entirely over."

"That was very efficient engineering," Tony commented, sarcasm apparent in his voice. "Engineering 101: don't let idiots do it."

"Well, regardless of whatever idiot engineer designed this magic carpet, you're stuck, and you need to push the button or you're all going to plummet toward the earth. So we're going to turn the carpet over, completely over. If anyone steps off of the carpet, that means they've fallen off. Our mission is to make sure that no one suffers a miserable death."

"It shouldn't be too hard," Natasha said. "We should start with the corner..." She started working on flipping it with her foot -- you had found such a small rug that she could barely even bend down to flip it. She shuffled backward, only to bump into Steve. "Got anymore room, Cap?"

"Eh... no, not really. Unless you want me to hug Clint."

Clint had been backed into the other corner of the rug. "Please refrain."

[penguiduck]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"In conclusion, this monster is angry, angry, and always angry. We can't learn anything new from this."

You looked at the scientist who was talking, eyeing him carefully. He seemed to think that this whole interrogation process was ridiculous and that nothing could be obtained from studying these MRI scans.

You absolutely disagreed, but you needed at least some level of cooperation from the scientists because you could not interpret these MRI scans on your own. "Wait," you said, "I think we're missing something here. Bruce told me that the amygdala reflects anger, which what's leading us to the conclusion that Fenrir is just angry at us. No matter what Natasha said, he's just angry. We're neglecting to understand that the amygdala may reflect a whole range of negative emotions."

"So what?" the scientist asked. "Whether he's angry or disgusted or fearful, it doesn't matter -- we're not learning anything from him."

"What about sadness?" you defended.

"How does that prove anything? So he's upset that he's stuck here with us, that he's been torn away from his master."

"You're missing the point -- we're assuming the obvious when it comes to his negative emotions. He may very well be sad because of the reasons you're proposing, but he may also be upset because of his relationship with Loki." You pointed at the screen. "Go back to when Natasha mentioned Loki. You see? When his master was mentioned, the amygdala lit up, but also this portion of the brain."

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Your eyes narrowed. "Loki."

"Do you like him?" he asked, ignoring your glare. He looked past you toward the battle scene. "My pet serpent, glorious in size and prowess. How fitting it is for Jormungand to be in the oceans of Midard, where there is prey aplenty."

"You sent him here?" You turned around, brief flashes of the fight coming into view. Clint stood a ways off, loosing arrows whenever he had a clear shot, while Thor and the Hulk fought with the beast hand-to-hand. And then you remembered the corpses, those who lay dead upon the sand, their bodies crushed by the serpent, blood seeping from their open wounds.

"Odin did not grant him a hospitable welcome in Asgard."

You had heard of the terrible atrocities that Loki committed. He was a ruthless killer, and you knew this, but for some reason, you were still surprised that he would speak casually about unleashing such a destructive beast in the mortal realm. Perhaps the expression on your face was telling.

He then turned to you, his eyes boring into your consciousness. You were intimidated, but you tried not to let it show; you would have to protect yourself because the Avengers were busy with the serpent.

"You have heart," he finally said, the words slithering from his lips in a low hiss.