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[agentrpcoulson]

just when things could not get worse | @thelordofmisrule

Coulson was having a rough go if things.

Chuck hated him, for pretty much everything at the moment. Clint and Natasha were still bitter over him not letting them know he was alive. May seemed to be the only thing going for him at this point. And even she, if not careful, could be provoked and Coulson could end up with something broken.

He was out, surveying the area when he first saw the figure, at first he thought he had seen things. A whisper of something just catching his attention. But then he saw him, Coulson could feel that spear driving through his chest again as he saw him.

Loki.

Did people know he was here? Did he sneak in? Was he purposely made unaware of his presence here? Coulson’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched him.

“You don’t belong here...l

[notjustadudewithabow]

Not So Warm Welcome

@thelordofmisrule

Some things are difficult to shake.   Memories burned into your brain that as much as you try to move beyond, even do move past them, still stand out starkly.   They bring nightmares and your darkest most depressed moments.  Moments that make you doubt everything about yourself.   Clint had a few more of those that haunted his past.   Some darker than others.   Not many things that would grab him and shake him to the core.

One in particular though triggered by a familar but very much not loved face caused his body to react before his brain fully processed it.   In one fluid moment he pulled the bow and notched an arrow.  Clint loosed the first one, it buried in the ground just a hair in front of them.  In another breath a second arrow in place and aimed right at their face.  

On the way back from the range he had his favored bow and a quiver of arrows on him.  Probably better than having it be a gun.  Maybe.   Either way the result would be the same.   A weapon very deadly in his hands aimed right for the space between Loki’s eyes.  “Well I knew Thor was here, he didn’t say anything about you showing up.”

[a-nogodofhammers]

Hello, Brother

@thelordofmisrule

Word travelled fast at Haven, and whispers reached Thor’s ears almost as soon as he emerged from the apartment he now shared with Sif.  He had not thought Loki would come here, it was not exactly a place that he enjoyed, and last time he had been here there were far fewer formidable humans to prevent any mischief.  The mutants had been restored since the Battle of New York, and even with the outbreak depleting the population of Earth, there were far more superhumans here than Loki had ever encountered.  Thor had to believe this was a calculated risk.

He asked around, and followed where he was directed, until he finally came upon his quarry.  He folded his arms with an amused look on his face, “I know you love to glut yourself with punishment, Brother.  But coming to New York seems excessive.”