FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It had been a long year, a very long year since the day that they had defeated Loki and the Alien army. While it had been long, traumatic, and painful life had been very good fr the Avengers. Tony had nearly died in a drunken rage when Pepper died a month after he had been sure that he had fixed the Extremis. Steve had been mired in lonely depression until Tony had invited everyone into the tower. Steve had moved in first, desperate for human contact and had gotten together with one of the few females on the team, Krystal, well that's what it looked like anyway. Steve was honestly thinking of proposing to. Her son, JJ was currently dating Tony who was slowly getting over the pain of failing Pepper on top of his neglected and abused childhood. Everyone had been relieved when Phil Coulson proved to be not dead, inhuman on top of that, two months after he'd fallen in battle. A lot of people had been worried about Clint's mental state, Natasha the most. Natasha was working on seducing the shy, brilliant scientist that was Bruce Banner. Things had settled down with everyone living in the tower and now nearly all of them where happy. Thor's depression and Phil's obsessive compulsive tendencies notwithstanding.
Aside form the occasional fight for territory within Avengers Tower, life had been completely peaceful. There had been no massive robots, no giant lizards, no alien invasions, no threat to world peace. Nothing but the chance to get to know each other and spend Tony's very impressive fortune. Tony was, of course, delighted to share his money if it meant his friends where happy. So when Phil called and told them that they where needed at Shield Headquarters right away, they where a little surprised. Hadn't life been peaceful? Aside from the major Crime Bosses who where destroying most of New York, which wasn't an Avengers problem anyway, there had been nothing to do. Still, a call was a call and all of the Avengers trucked out to Shield Headquarters was located. Hopefully they wouldn't need Thor, since the man was gone back to Asgard to do his princely duty to his people. Once they got to Shield it was clear why they had been called. On a large video feed was a very familiar face. Loki. Sitting barely dressed, with a half a dozen other scantily clad men and women.
“Thank you for coming so quickly.” Fury stated calmly. “as you can see, we have in our possession one Loki Odinson. The problem is... he doesn't know that's who he is.” Fury admitted. “we ran a raid against one of the Crime Lords running most of Manhattans crime syndicate.” Fury admitted. “Domingo Montoya had those seven people with him at the time. Whether they are his harem, or simple prostitutes we are not sure, since none of them are talking.” Fury admitted. “Loki has no idea who he is, where he comes from, or what he's capable of. Complete and total amnesia regarding anything that isn't Domingo Montoya, whom he is extremely loyal to.” Fury admitted. “all Loki would say was that his name was Alexandyr, and that he wanted to go back to Domingo, and that we where evil bastards...” Fury admitted with a shrug.
Phil was studying Loki on the screen. Loki was smaller, younger almost. He wasn't so thin he looked sick as he had when he'd tried to invade the earth. His hair was clean and fell to his hips in a smooth braid and he was wearing nothing but a hip wrap with a pair of black lace panties underneath, protecting his modesty... sort of, and a pair of knee high pantyhose. He was handcuffed, both hands cuffed to the wall behind him since he kept trying to attack anyone who walked into the room, and he was clearly sulking. It was a cute sulk at least, he certainly didn't look anything like he did when he was evil. He looked more like a petulant teenager caught with a cigarette than a criminal mastermind and attempted world conqueror.
“When is Domingo coming?” Loki finally asked, voice younger, softer, smoother, calmer. The person next to Loki shook his head. “He's not coming to get us Alexandyr. He's been arrested.” the other person admitted, Loki just shook his head. “what's that mean?” “it means they have him in a cage and he's not getting out.” another man stated, sulking just as bad as Loki was. Clearly they where Domingo's Harem, loyal as they where.
(this is the Hip Wrap that Loki is wearing. he's basically naked.)
Aside form the occasional fight for territory within Avengers Tower, life had been completely peaceful. There had been no massive robots, no giant lizards, no alien invasions, no threat to world peace. Nothing but the chance to get to know each other and spend Tony's very impressive fortune. Tony was, of course, delighted to share his money if it meant his friends where happy. So when Phil called and told them that they where needed at Shield Headquarters right away, they where a little surprised. Hadn't life been peaceful? Aside from the major Crime Bosses who where destroying most of New York, which wasn't an Avengers problem anyway, there had been nothing to do. Still, a call was a call and all of the Avengers trucked out to Shield Headquarters was located. Hopefully they wouldn't need Thor, since the man was gone back to Asgard to do his princely duty to his people. Once they got to Shield it was clear why they had been called. On a large video feed was a very familiar face. Loki. Sitting barely dressed, with a half a dozen other scantily clad men and women.
“Thank you for coming so quickly.” Fury stated calmly. “as you can see, we have in our possession one Loki Odinson. The problem is... he doesn't know that's who he is.” Fury admitted. “we ran a raid against one of the Crime Lords running most of Manhattans crime syndicate.” Fury admitted. “Domingo Montoya had those seven people with him at the time. Whether they are his harem, or simple prostitutes we are not sure, since none of them are talking.” Fury admitted. “Loki has no idea who he is, where he comes from, or what he's capable of. Complete and total amnesia regarding anything that isn't Domingo Montoya, whom he is extremely loyal to.” Fury admitted. “all Loki would say was that his name was Alexandyr, and that he wanted to go back to Domingo, and that we where evil bastards...” Fury admitted with a shrug.
Phil was studying Loki on the screen. Loki was smaller, younger almost. He wasn't so thin he looked sick as he had when he'd tried to invade the earth. His hair was clean and fell to his hips in a smooth braid and he was wearing nothing but a hip wrap with a pair of black lace panties underneath, protecting his modesty... sort of, and a pair of knee high pantyhose. He was handcuffed, both hands cuffed to the wall behind him since he kept trying to attack anyone who walked into the room, and he was clearly sulking. It was a cute sulk at least, he certainly didn't look anything like he did when he was evil. He looked more like a petulant teenager caught with a cigarette than a criminal mastermind and attempted world conqueror.
“When is Domingo coming?” Loki finally asked, voice younger, softer, smoother, calmer. The person next to Loki shook his head. “He's not coming to get us Alexandyr. He's been arrested.” the other person admitted, Loki just shook his head. “what's that mean?” “it means they have him in a cage and he's not getting out.” another man stated, sulking just as bad as Loki was. Clearly they where Domingo's Harem, loyal as they where.
(this is the Hip Wrap that Loki is wearing. he's basically naked.)