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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

STUTTGART MUSEUM

GERMANY

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MELAINA SOON FOUND OUT THAT LOKI HAD A THING FOR GERMANY. It did make sense however, that beautiful country did have a history of dictatorship and totalitarian rule. And it had been many years since it last welcomed a man with that type of God complex into its territory.

As soon as S.H.I.E.L.D had got a hit on the measly inferior God, they had jetted off to the European country. Somehow making it to Stuttgart, the last place Loki had been seen, before nightfall. Herself, Steve and Natasha had been briefed on the way over with the little information that Fury had been able to acquire.

Apparently Loki had his sights set on a lavish gala being hosted at the Stuttgart Museum. Desiring to impress the hedonistic bourgeois of Germany who just happened to all be congregated at this one particular museum. Well, that's at least what Melaina gathered. She had zoned out after the first minute of Fury's speech. More preoccupied with what her first meal would be when she returned to Olympus. A meal she planned to enjoy following the capture of Loki.

Upon landing on German soil, the trio had split up. Natasha had been given some form of plane that she would use to descend upon the irritating God. Melaina had been tempted to ask for one of her own, but was reminded by Fury that both herself and Steve were not even from this century and would not even know how to turn the engine on. A point that she had little to rebut with.

Leaving herself and the melted ice cube to remain in the Hellicarrier and fight Loki hand to hand. A prospect that Melaina realized she much preferred, both for its capacity to allow her to beat the miscreant terrorizing Earth and annoy the overly beautiful soldier who quite obviously despised her.

The very same soldier who stood only a few feet away from her now donning his iconic Captain America getup. A suit consisting of a navy blue suit emblazoned with the ostentatiously American red and white strips. Further appealing to the American spirit with the silver 'A' and wings of Nike that featured on his matching helmet. He quite literally resembled an ode to American patriotism, almost as if he was birthed straight from World War 2 propaganda.

Oh wait, he was.

"Captain America, huh?" Melaina purred, cocking her brows teasingly. "I can name a few other things you could be captain of if you so desired."

Steve sent her a look of disgust, a reaction that left her cackling facetiously, quite enjoying teasing the old man. A man that was devilishly handsome and had the potential to impress her if only he wasn't such a prude.

"Loki's made his appearance." Steve ignored her words, instead pointing to the screen in front of him.

Melaina, dropping her mocking facade, walked over to the screen and watched the scene unfold. Ignoring the outpour of heat that radiated from Steve's body that stood stiffly by her side as she watched Loki force the German citizens to kneel. Subjugating the crowd to crippling fear and inferiority, a sight that made her tremble in fury.

Because that was not what Gods did.

Gods did not inspire fear. They did not demand deference through forced submission, because that was not true respect. They earned loyalty through protection and forgiveness, looking after those who did not have the means to protect themselves. Defending those who needed it from threats exactly like this.

And yes, the Greeks may not have been the perfect example of Gods all those years ago. But they had learned and they corrected their mistakes. They protected humans from afar, letting them carry out with their lives without divine intervention. Sure, they quarreled and bitched with each other and perhaps weren't the best of people. But they never subjected other races to fear like Loki.

But what could she say, he was Asgardian.

"I swear on Styx that I will pulverize that insolent creature." She seethed, coiling her fists by her side in rage.

"This is the first and only time I'll agree with you."

Casting Steve a warning look, she turned back to the screen and couldn't help but smirk as she saw an old, wizened man refuse to kneel. Standing up to the caped crusader, his fortitude remaining unwavering as Loki pointed his glowing scepter at the grandpa. Vexation coating his features as he continued on with his irrelevant rambles.

"Now that will put a dent in Loki's ego." She grinned.

But all Steve did was roll his eyes once again. Indignation swirling in his blue orbs that resembled molten nebulas, turning the usually beautiful eyes into beads of blistering anger.

"Melaina, there's no time for jokes."

"I disagree, there's always times for jokes." She retorted.

Shaking his head exasperatedly, Steve walked over to the other side of the plane. Waiting as it lowered itself over the scene, still camouflaged to look like the dark evening sky. Covering itself amongst swirling dark clouds and the shimmering moon.

Loki's monologue faded into the background as they began to prepare themselves for their descent down onto the steps of the museum. Steve, grasping his shield, tossing it in his hands as Melaina fiddled with her cursed onyx bracelet on her wrist. It wasn't actually cursed, more so charmed by Hecate many years ago. Given to her to help fight a war, one she lost disastrously. A bracelet she hadn't worn in some time because of that fact.

But she would be damned to let her past repeat itself.

Twisting the black onyx stone that danged ominously from the bracelet, Melaina was engulfed in pure murdered light for a moment. Scaring Steve who hadn't expect a flash of darkness to erupt from beside him.

Turning around to face the Goddess, Steve was shocked to see her no longer standing in her black skinny jeans and leather jacket. Instead, he found her donning her Greek armor, a sight that left his mouth gaping wide and pupils widening.

Her pure black breastplate glimmered in the light, contrasting heavily against the silken chiton she wore underneath, only this time reaching halfway down her thighs, exposing the ivory skin of her legs. She also wore some kind of golden belt, made from the finest of leather and embellished with dark symbols he didn't understand. Greek symbols, he assumed. Her hand clutched at an onyx spear and she wore some kind of gold headpiece that looked even more ridiculous than his own, a typical Greek helmet with unusual black feathers of some kind. She was draped in an obsidian cape that barely grazed the floor, seemingly made from total darkness, flickering like a black flame.

She looked terrifying, completely awe-inspiring. And yet somehow he still thought she looked beautiful.

"You look impressed, Rogers." She commented, breaking his ogling gaze.

"It's... suitable." Was all he managed to come up with.

Cocking a brow challengingly, she waltzed over to him. Her heeled sandals colliding with the metal floor with harmonious clicks. Smirking as she noticed that he was almost entranced by her. His cobalt eyes gazing over her body with barely-concealed desire, attraction that he didn't even realize he held.

Encroaching on his space, she let her ruby lips hover over his ear, her scorching breath warming the skin of his neck teasingly. Mere inches away from the ivory expanse of his neck that shivered in anticipation. Rendering his body stiff and unmoving.

"If you're impressed now, wait until you see what's underneath." She whispered lowly.

Steve's eyes widened imperceptibly at her words, a roseate flush finding its way across his alabaster cheeks as the thought began to take root in his mind. A parasite infecting his thoughts with impurity.

And he had almost given in, finding himself captivated by her melodious voice and warm touch. He had been so very close, all until an announcement had been made over the system that they were descending on Stuttgart at that very moment. Just like that, breaking the spell that hypnotized his body.

Steve practically raced away from her, his lips twisted into a snarl as he approached the latched door. Eyes angrily set on the metal floor as he berated himself in his head, ignoring Melaina's infamous smirk and haughty chuckles. Enraged he had even entertained that thought for a second, that he let Melaina corrupt his mind and catch him off-guard.

He didn't even bother responding to her. Instead, slamming open the door and jumping through the dark sky. Plummeting to the ground and leaving Melaina behind with a slight scowl as he intercepted Loki's blast of sapphire energy with almost perfect timing.

"I swear to Styx..." She trailed off before bitterly flicking her wrist and watching as a portal of darkness grew before her.

Stepping through the portal, Melaina appeared by Steve's side. Joining him amongst the crowd of cowering Germans and the lowly Norse God who also accompanied the people on his knees.

Steve, briefly shocked by Melaina's sudden appearance, shook his confusion off before stepping towards Loki challengingly. A plume of steam rising into the night from his shield that somehow fended off a beam of pure energy.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

Loki, rising back to his feet, scowled at the duo. His horned helmet glimmered under the soft moonbeams made him appear ridiculous, in Melaina's opinion. Just like the rest of his costume, miserably falling subpar to Melaina's own Greek armor. Predominately because it was Asgardian of course.

"It's you." Loki glared, his evil sapphire eyes appraising her brutishly.

"I don't think we have met." She curtsied mockingly. "I'm your ruination."

"And the solider. A man out of time." He ignored her, turning his scowl to the blonde by her side.

"I'm not the one who's out of time."

Almost immediately after Steve's words, Natasha pulled up behind the two in her Quinjet. Raising some sort of automated machine at the God, hovering in the air as her voice echoed into the square.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down."

The measly God didn't even hesitate before he fired another brilliant beam of energy at the plane. Thankfully, Natasha managed to evade the blast, saving the Quinjet and herself. Prompting Steve into action as he flung his shield towards Loki who didn't have Natasha's agility.

Melaina let the two men fight as she turned towards the citizens, raising her hands above her head as a wall of portals grew around her. Scaring the already frightened Germans who began screaming at the black mirrors that rose before them.

"Don't be afraid! They'll take you to safety!" She shouted, walking towards the closest male and shoving him through the portal that would take him a few streets downtown.

"See! Perfectly safe." She gestured, watching as the crowd began to hesitantly follow her lead and make their way through her portals.

As the square began to clear, Melaina turned her gaze back to the two men who were fighting mercilessly in the center. Marveling at Steve's body being thrown across the concrete floor by the gangly God.

Loki approached Steve's now aching body. Raising his golden scepter and resting it dangerously on Steve's blue helmet. An incoherent mumble falling from his lips as Melaina found her gaze focused on something else.

Potentially catching the sight of Steve's backside that looked quite brilliant in the tight navy pants, if she could say so herself.

Knowing that she would have to deal with the Asgardian herself, Melaina sighed before rearing back her arm. Tightening her hold on her obsidian spear before she sent it sailing through the air. Aiming for none other than the lowly God's neck. Wanting to separate his head from his body so she could just go back home.

Unfortunately, Loki just managed to get out of the way. Stepping out of the descending weapon's path and watching as it buried itself in the brick floor. Turning his gaze to the Greek with an enraged fire seething in his emerald eyes.

"Pick on someone your own age, Loki." She simpered before she launched herself at him.

She ducked under his scepter that swung wildly over her head, raising with unparalleled speed and slamming her knuckles under his chin. Sending him stumbling away from her with a grimace curling on his thin lips. She followed up with another punch, only this time he managed to block it with his scepter, sending a wave of pain cascading down her arm.

Grunting, she tried to ignore the pain as she continued fighting. Weaving around his weapon and trying to connect her hits with his body. But it seemed that neither of their hits were causing any damage, chiefly due to their inability to even land a solid hit on each other.

Grunting in irritation, she let her fist become enveloped in a cloud of darkness. Sending her limb hurtling towards his abdomen and thankfully connecting. Propelling his body through the air before he landed with a glorious thud a few meters away. Curses falling from his lips as she pulled her spear out of the ground.

"And to think you called that beautiful man over there old." She chided as Loki arose, simmering in anger.

But before he even had the chance to respond with a witty comeback of his own, they were all silenced by the booming of the Quinjet's audio system. Some form of heavy metal music escaped the plane, belting into the air and nearly defeating her eardrums with its massive bass.

Turning her gaze to the darkening sky, she saw a streak of red make its descent towards them. At first she had thought it was a bomb of some sort, or even a very miniature plane. But as it got closer and closer, she recognized the crimson and gold armor belonging to a man Fury had warned her about. Another Avenger.

With the music as his theme song, Tony Stark joined in on the fight. Firing an angry red beam towards Loki as he landed on the concrete. Creating a miniature earthquake as his heavy armor dug into the ground, watching with a smirk as Loki's body careened through the air. Landing quite painfully on the steps of the museum while Tony rose and pulled out every piece of weaponry he had at his disposal.

Which seemed to be quite a lot.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games." Tony ordered.

Steve and Melaina flanked Tony's sides as Loki's armor materialized away in a flash of gold light, leaving him in only his black and ivy garments. Hands raised in surrender as his thin lips curled into a distasteful scowl.

Melaina let out a relieved sigh at the action, relaxing her hold on her spear as Tony let his weapons retreat back into his suit. Knowing that she was now one step closer to home, having caught the villainous God that had been terrorizing Earth. Only leaving her with now having to devise a plan to either get him back to his own planet or up to Olympus.

"Good move." Tony commented, surely smirking beneath his golden mask.

"Mr. Stark."

"Captain."

Noticing the tense air between the two men, Melaina shook her head. Immediately recognizing the rising masculine tension, both lusting to be the alpha of this new pack they were forming.

Men, Melaina thought.

"And you must be the ever-elusive Tony Stark." She broke the tense silence, sidling up by Tony's side. Watching as he removed the scrap of metal that covered his face, revealing the man underneath.

"What is it with all these Adonis worthy men at Fury's disposal." She teased, although her words rung true.

It was unfair how all the men Melaina was working with were all beautiful. Every single one of them may as well have been sons of Eros or Aphrodite, because she was unable to find one single flaw in their handsome countenance. Not even a freckle or blemish. They were all so perfect she had wished that Tony had taken off his mask to reveal a man plagued with burns and scars, just to give her heart a break.

But no, she was left with yet another man with enthralling chocolate eyes and a mischievous smile.

"Thank you, my fair lady." He grinned, blatantly looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat. "And who may you be?"

"I'm almost insulted by the sheer number of people who don't know who I am." She sighed.

Loki smirked at her remark, causing Melaina to whirl around with eyes resembling emerald flames and point her razor-sharp spear against his throat. "You say one word, even the slightest mumble, and I will deliver your head on a spike to Zeus to hang up in the throne room."

Needless to say, Loki quickly shut up.

"Darling." Tony interrupted, ignoring her outburst and winking at her flirtatiously. "If I had the choice I would have liked to know who you were years ago."

"A man after my own heart. How lucky am I?" She smirked.

"There's no time for this." Steve huffed by their side, walking over to Loki and wrenching him off the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry Steven. You could have told me that you were feeling left out." She cooed, smirking as he rolled his eyes before walking over to Natasha's jet that was landing in the square.

Turning towards the jet, Melaina gave Tony a final look. Cocking a brow at him as she let her darkness envelop her spear and reduce it to ash. Disappearing from sight with a little pop.

"Well, are you coming Mr. Stark?"

She began walking away from the billionaire, grinning as she heard his hurried footsteps follow after her. Keeping him apace with her long strides as she approached the Quinjet that Steve and Loki were now entering.

"I still haven't caught your name?" Tony inquired, arousing an impish smirk to grow on her rosy lips.

"Now wouldn't you like to know." 

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Melaina stood staring out the window into the dark night sky, draped in onyx light that almost seemed to make her body glow. Her hand flushed as she clutched her spear anxiously, ignoring the humming of the quinjet's engine as they glided through the silver clouds. Apprehension curling inside her like a venomous snake as her skin prickled at the faint undercurrent of electricity that buzzed in the air. Electricity that seemed both familiar and foreign at the same time, not of this world but similar to one she did know.

The static power of a God.

At first she had thought it to be the lightening of Zeus trying to communicate with her. The King of the Gods wishing to inform her of something, but the pulse felt too soft to be his. It was too weak, too unsuspecting compared to his usual booming, almighty strikes of pure lightning. Leaving her even more baffled as the motley crew around her continued blissfully unaware of the preemptive warning.

"I still can't believe you are a Greek God." Tony spoke, breaking Melaina from her thoughts. "And I'm never surprised by anything."

Smirking, Melaina turned to face the egocentric billionaire, her golden and obsidian armor glinting mercilessly under the soft moonbeams that seeped into the cabin.

"Well, I'm full of surprises, darling." She teased, walking over to the two men. Leaving behind a curiously quiet God of Mischief who continued to stare at the wall of the jet with pursed lips. Not only worrying the Greek, but also the golden-haired Captain.

"I don't like it." Steve turned and whispered to Tony and Melaina, unease brewing in his cobalt eyes like a storm at sea.

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony chided.

"I don't remember it being ever that easy." Steve frowned, the slight creases on his forehead becoming ever more prominent as he turned to face the ostentatiously emerald God. "This guy packs a wallop."

"I agree. The Asgardians are typically weak but this was almost an embarrassment." Melaina conceded, meeting Steve's eyes which seemed to widen at her agreement.

"Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony rebuked playfully, turning to Steve with an impish grin before he turned his gaze over to Melaina. "Oh, and you have to tell me your secrets, Medusa. Because you don't look a day over 21."

"What?" Steve questioned as Melaina blatantly rolled her eyes at the horrendous nickname.

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple of things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle."

At Tony's words, Melaina nearly let out a snicker of laughter, one she managed to hide by faking a cough. An action that still garnered a glare from Steve who quickly averted his attention back to Tony bemusedly.

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in." He countered sharply.

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."

Before either of them had an opportunity to mutter some more derisive jabs to each other, lightening ripped into the inky sky. Shaking the jet from the sheer force of its power as it painted the sky with brilliant zig zags of electrical light. Cracking with booming thunder as Melaina furrowed her brows thoughtfully.

Turning her gaze over to the measly Asgardian who sat up in apprehension, a new thought began to circulate through her mind. She knew that this wasn't the work of Zeus, he was not this flagrant with his powers, rather more meticulous and inconspicuous. But considering Loki's reaction to the blast and the Nordic nature of being brazen and impudent, it didn't take much for her to put together the pieces and discern the culprit for the raging storm outside.

Noticing Melaina's gaze on Loki, Steve turned around to face the Asgardian God and recognized the telltale signs of anxiousness tattooed into his features.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" He taunted.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki spoke skeptically.

"And here I was thinking it was Zeus." Melaina smirked, staring down Loki fiercely. "But it's nice to see that you too are afraid of your own brethren. Isn't that right Loki?"

"You know nothing." Loki seethed, rearing up in his seat with a snarl. Anger pooling in his cobalt eyes as he glared back at the grinning Goddess.

"What do you mean, Melaina?" Steve questioned.

Before she had the chance to respond, the ground suddenly lurched beneath their feet. A thunderous rumble was heard on the roof of the jet, sending the plan shuddering violently from the impact. The sound echoing inside the cabin as a maniacal grin curled on Melaina's lips, ignoring the static electricity that collided with the aircraft.

"Oh, I'm going to have some fun now." She sneered, turning away from Loki and towards the back of the aircraft which was being opened by Tony, now fully dressed as Iron Man.

And right as Melaina lifted up her spear and went to follow after Tony, a certain blonde-haired God landed in the jet with a resounding boom. Adding yet another layer of complication to an already complicated plan. A problem that Melaina had been sent here to fix. 

And problem going by the name of Thor Odinson, the Nordic God of thunder.

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HEY EVERYONE!!!!

I'm so sorry for the delayed update (again)! I've just finished a massive week of tests, which I'm pretty sure I failed massively but I'm praying I didn't.

Anywayyy, here we are finally into the Avengers! The next few chapters are going to be chaotic af but I can assure you they are well worth it! I'm so happy with how I've written Olympus this far and tbh I think it's my best work to date (not that it has much competition lol) !!

ANYWAY,, onto the questions!

1. What do you think of this chapter?

2. What would you like to see next?

3. Where are you guys from?

4. What's your fav Marvel movie?

UNTIL NEXT TIME LOVES!!!

— Grace xx