WHY DO YOU HAVE LEGOS?! TELL MEEEE

[feel like a sir MILES]

textu girl squad!!111!:

-- mother hen
-- protroll
-- fearful-leader
-- what's-her-angry-face
-- so-and-so-handsome
-- the angry one

-- i used to be a guardian of the galaxy like you, then i took a cancer!verse in the knee

[feel like a sir MILES]

ranger rocket raccoon

it was admittedly better than throwing up a shield and calling it a day. hawkeye had a good, crafty idea. and it was much more appealing than simply listening to marta say that his were bad. he wouldn't lie -- it was not his best idea. "then let's do it," he said, confirming that they'd do hawkeye's idea. "hawkeye you stay close to koneva," it was so much easier than saying both parts of her name. "now start moving," he started to chug through the snow, weaving between doombots as quickly as he could. he placed himself readily behind one of them at a fair distance away with gun at a ready, aimed at the weak spot in the neck of the armor.

"aim at the neck or under the arm," he told hawkeye, "those are the weak spots."

"yeah, got it," he pulled the string back.

"now drop your shield, at your ready."

- - -

amora was more than thrilled at fandral's invitation, although she speculated that he had plans as well. so did sif, as she wasn't looking down her nose as viciously as she usually happened to. "my sincerest thanks," she stated with a nod, "i would so hate to miss this evening."

"oh, such a necklace is so heavy, i am not sure your small mortal frame could bear it!" volstagg laughed. sasha had to chuckle with him, because he had a point.

"yeah, right, probably weighs more than me, huh?" she giggled a little bit, and held a hand to her mouth as she did so. but she did lower her head to volstagg as he draped it over her neck. it was pretty, to say the least, and thus far seemed to have no real adverse effects. it was totally harmless.

"thank you," sasha leaned forward so she could see amora, "it's. . . really nice?" and probably cost more than her entire life was worth.

"oh, you are most welcome, and such a treasure should only be given to the very first mortal of asgardian royalty, don't you think, loki?" she batted her pretty eyelashes.

[feel like a sir MILES]

augh, ******** friendship leagues. marta would have preferred to simply sneak past, but that wasn't good enough for some heroes. no, now they where flanking the enemies, because they couldn't leave the tin man, and the woman with awesome arms (who smelled nice) to their own devices. "aye, aye, captain patriotism" she mocked, there was a fatigued rasp to her voice.

"this way, surly," hawkeye called, may a little louder than he should have, but he wanted to be sure she could hear his voice so he did not have to hold her hand again. "no, a little more to the left-- no wait, i mean, my le-- ow."

he had sent her into the a doombot.

hawkeye was quick to grab her by the collar before she could wander off, and roughly dragged he behind him before readying his bow, and taking captain america's instructed aim.

"alright, on the count of-- aw, ******** it." time resumed it's normal place, and marta dropped to her knees to catch her breath.

*

"of course, this is an auspicious occasion," fandral began, lightheartedly, but there was a subtle tone that made loki raise a brow, "the union between asgardian royalty, and mortal is unheard of; you always were full of surprises." fandral caught himself, and the almost-tension between the two men dissipated, but not before sif, and amora realized what was going on. however, despite coming to a similar, and satisfactory conclusion, the women did not exchange glances.

before loki could respond, everyone's attention had been turned towards sasha, and amora's fine gift, but nothing had happened. there was a possibility that the necklace was nothing more than a harmless bauble, but this was slim, and his mind began to go over every possible outcome, and they where all terrible. however, he had no intention of letting amora think she won.

his expression softened into a smile, "of course, lady amora, 'tis a fine gift for the newest member of the royal family."

the game of passive aggressive combat began, and amora more than picked up on the fact that loki had made sure to stress the fact that sasha had become asgardian royality, and amora was not. she forced a sickeningly sweet smile.

[the star-lord ideal]

this was clearly not going as planned and the expression on captain america's face was making this clear. it was lucky for him that he had managed to get int he right position before marta's time shield-- thing-- came down.

captain america had no time to lose in making sure that she was fine because the mechanics of the doombots were already starting to whirr. they now had about thirty seconds to survive.

after pummeling a couple bullets into the back of the neck of a couple of doom bots, and hawkeye's well placed arrows.

"get her up and move!" captain america barked, as he struck one of the bots with the patriotic shield. with another one down, he spotted one that was making way to turn itself around and aim at their small powwow. he threw the shield as hawkeye leaned down to grab marta.

"up and at 'em, surly!"

- - -

sasha continued looking a little confused. the necklace was heavy and she thumbed it in her fingers before focusing her gaze at the table rather than at the necklace, which she was going to take off the second she was out of here.

amora tilted her head to the side and squinted as she continued her forceful smile, "i figured it was only appropriate to bestow the newest member of asgardian royalty with the best."

volstagg laughed a bit and rested a hand on sasha's shoulder, "do not take her jealousy to heart," he whsipered, "amora has always had a soft spot for becoming royalty." sasha turned to stare at volstagg, "she is perhaps jealous that he will get to bed you," volstagg nudged sasha a bit.

[******** choked on her own saliva.

volstagg was, of course, loud enough for everyone to hear.

amora turned to glare, narrowed eyes.

[feel like a sir MILES]

it was as if someone had pressed play on the universe, time's resumption was instantaneous; there was a sudden whir of machinery, and hawkeye let lose a flurry of rapidly paced arrows. the time was surprise was limited, and in the 5 - 10 second window they had, hawkeye took out an impressive five doombots with arrows that exploded upon contact. but, despite his best efforts, there was still a sizable number of doctor doom knock-offs to deal with.

doctor doom knock-offs who had just caught onto their scheme.

he followed captain america's orders with no complaints, and hoisted marty to her feet by their collar, "run, surly. run very fast."

before marty could so much as mutter an 'i told you so', hawkeye yanked marty into a sudden run, dragging her by her wrist. there was a lot of wheezing, and a congested cough, but they made good pace. that was until there was a terrifying noise from outside that, even muffled by doom's fortress, caused hawkeye's hair to stand on end, and stop while marty to jerk her head back, and bump into him. "what the hell was that?"

outside, ms. marvel, and iron man had a lot more to deal with than a couple of handfuls of doombots. they had to deal with a very angry, large dragon whose breath frosted whatever it touched.

*

loki did not think much of sasha's expression, because that was how she always looked. it was worrisome how dumbly she stared at the table, and stroked the necklace in a repetitive fashion -- she looked a little touched. wanting to save face -- and explanations -- loki placed a hand on sasha's upper-back in concern, but before he could make some small, but tender comment to prove to the (stupid) masses that he loved his (stupid) heroin addict of a (forced) wife he conversation around them resumed, and sasha's attention was drawn elsewhere.

he rubbed sasha's back in a soothing fashion before withdrawing his hand, and wondering the strength of he magic that would need to be used to get the stench off.

"amora is harmless though," fandral added to volstagg's reassurance, "well, mostly harmless." he joked, but amora's expression soured.

"do not talk about me as if i am not here."

"it is all in good jest," fandral shrugged, and was about to continue his banter with amora when volstagg got the whole table's attention. fandral, and sif were rather attentive, and fandral had an amused, 'oh, i am going to love this reaction' expression on his face.

loki found it rather amusing, "do not look so surprised sasha, after all, it was you who alerted all of asgard to our private life yesterday, if i remember correctly." he chuckled, deciding to play off what would have been terribly awkward by treating it like the joke it was.

[the star-lord ideal]

"this thing is worse than fin fang foom!" tony whined, firing the repulsor rays of his boots in the face of the ginormous dragon. it barely seemed to flinch.

"stop, talking!" carol grunted back, getting knocked to the snow by the thrashing tail. she sunk into it, from the heat of her body after radiating so much energy. she groaned as she glanced up to find that they weren't alone with the dragon. collector edition doombots were making their way over now, too.

she groaned and managed to get back up, hoovering in the air and trying to find the perfect place to send an energy beam.

their running came to a quick halt when the dragon came between them and their destination. "oh, you're kidding me," hawkeye mumbled, but at least ms. marvel and iron-man were there, though he was starting to seriously think they needed their heavier hitters with them. "cap--" hawkeye strained his neck to look back at captain america who had just taken out a bot.

captain america stopped, and he looked onward in disbelief and horror. but he gave a long sigh and shook his head, "our only option is to go through it," he explained, looking a little less than amused.

"you're not serious?" hawkeye whined.

captain america just stared at him, "i'm very serious. it's in our way, and there's no way--" he raised his shield to deflect several bullets that had just come from their direction. "there's no way around it. so it's through the legs; besides, iron-man and ms. marvel need us!" he shouted over the commotion, taking a quick shot with excruciatingly good aim to knock one back.

"you ready, sury? we're going to go running through a dragon?" hawkeye chirped, unenthusiastic.

- - -

sasha would have made a face, but he had a valid point. it was less out of disgust and more out of genuine surprise that it was brought up. her muscles had tig-- her bones and skin had tightened. it took every ounce of her being to not shrug him off.

"yeah, right, of course," she waved it off as if it were nothing. everything seemed to go rather smoothly, and sasha felt herself getting more and more okay with the idea of being drunk in asgard. in fact, it made her more sociable, and she was having a much easier time conversing with the warriors three, and sif.

upon returning back, with wishes from loki's mother to have a 'wonderful night', she sighed in relief once in solitude -- with the exception of just loki being there. the wedding dress was heavy, but her mother figure provided her with some rather not-heavy clothes to wear, and she had no problems in spending ten minutes to get out of the dress. she looked the closest to content as she could get.

"well that went successfully. they all think we're happily married, how about that?" she looked to him as she pulled on whatever it was that wasn't her wedding dress, having to hold it up so it wouldn't fall off.

[feel like a sir MILES]

ms. marvel had found what she hopped to be a prime spot of attack, but all she did was successfully make the dragon angrier. before she could fly from hitting distance, the dragon hit her with a mighty sweep of his tail, and sent her face first into the snow.

"hey, guys, glad you could make it," iron man called, narrowly dodging a sweeping tail, "make yourselves comfortable, and don't feed the dragon -- seriously, guys, please don't."

"what?" marty was at a loss, and suddenly wished she had no idea what was going on. it wasn't till the shock wore off that she realized what captain mom's plan was, and she did not even try to hide her feelings about it. "there's not going to be anything to stop it from chasing it; plate-head, and the lady aren't going to last long." before he could respond she turned to hawkeye, "if you're such a good shot then now is the time to prove it, blind it."

hawkeye frowned, and the seriousness of the situation was suddenly forgotten, and all he could focus on was the fact that a short, surly woman who he didn't particularly care for was commanding him to do something when she had no authority to do so. (bonus: she's was trying to goad him into it with a subtle insult.) "hey, you can't boss me around."

as a sign of irritation, marty began to tighten her grip on hawkeye's hand till she began to crush it.

hawkeye yelped, and jerked back his hand, "i hope you become dragon food, surly," he turned his attention back to captain america, "i'm ready to run, on your mark, captain." well, now he was just being spiteful.

*

sasha's low tolerance for alcohol turned out to be a blessing, because it gave them an excuse to leave the party earlier than the rest. not that her inebriation had been a bad thing, in fact, it had ended up being the opposite. the more sasha drank the more she relaxed, and she actually seemed to enjoy herself during the post-wedding celebration, and she managed not to let anything unintentionally slip out-- well, not to his knowledge, but he had watched her as closely as he could without seeming suspicious.

not that amora made the latter bit difficult, in fact, she made it a tad easier.

sasha had managed to play a very convincing newlywed instead of-- well, before the alcohol it had been a bit of a nightmare, and loki was notably appeased. "yes, sasha, you did very well." loki offered a smile, albeit a sinister one, because -- ironically -- as is the case with most married couples, he had no need to be false around her. she knew what he was.

once sasha had struggled out of her clothes (he had offered no help), he bent down and began to search through them. he thought finding amora's bauble would be easy, but with all the various shiny, and jeweled bits that had adorned her dress, it was proving to be difficult. "did you take off the necklace amora gave you?" he glanced up briefly, but whether she had or not was hard to tell because of what she had just pulled on. he continued to sort, but with less urgency now that he had asked.

[the star-lord ideal]

"i don't see you doing anything useful, surly!" hawkeye said quickly before captain america would have had a chance to chime something in.

"your childish arguments can wait," captain america shouted over the chaos at them. "on my mark, hawkeye, we're going to shoot its eyes out," he yelled, but in order to do this, they sort of had to maneuver around the legs a bit and somehow get in front of its face.

hawkeye looked disappointed that captain america's slightly offensive strategy was the exact same as marta's jeer. he looked to marta with a face similar to his extremely disappointed expression that made us both laugh hilariously. "you, shut up," he pointed at her briefly.

steve needed to think of something to do with marta and eh one thing he could come up with was the one thing he had promised nick fury he wouldn't allow to happen -- he was going to tell her to stay put while him and hawkeye ran off to try and shoot the eyes out.

"koneva, you stay put. don't, move," captain america sounded stern as he said this because it wasn't like he was going to be able to drag her around while simultaneously shooting and blocking shots fired by the reinforcement doombots that would inevitably show up.

"guys, we could really use some reinforcement right now!" stark called over before also getting smacked in his chest by a ginormous dragon's hand, with a pair of claws sharp enough to put a deep cut in one of tony's legs -- cutting the lower half of of iron man's armor off, which caused him to lose one jet boot.

- - -

his voice was garbled and mixed up and so she sort of stared at him like he was crazy. she barely comprehended what he was asking, but managed to get a gist of it. necklace. thing. she squinted and tried to remember what she took off. as far as she was aware, she had and so she started blindly patting around her neck. "uh," she scrunched up her face. "i thought i did," which probably wouldn't have actually held much credit considering her record with being credible.

"it's --" she finally felt it and pulled it out over whatever it was she was wearing which was still more comfortable than the wedding dress. "i swear i took it off," and she had, at least she really thought so. "and now it's back on. i'm serious, i took it off," she looked up at loki and looked a little panicked, which wasn't very panicked since she was rather drunk.

"get it off!" she whimpered.

[feel like a sir MILES]

what the ******** did bird brain just say? was that ******** serious? what the hell was she supposed to do? not only was she unarmed, she lacked sufficient training, and attire. what was she going to do? punch the dragon? that didn't even touch up on the fact that she was in a wide open space, and was having a hard enough time sorting the various noises around her. she didn't even have an offensive mutant power. ******** that ********. seriously, what the ******** did he expect?

clint had gotten marty to shut up, and he felt like this was something he should have been smug about, but he could not help but feel anxious. his retort seemed to have-- well, he couldn't explain it; it was like she simply shut down. she seemed frozen in her spot, and blankly staring ahead in shock. it was an unsettling expression, and if he didn't know any better -- and he didn't -- he would almost say it looked down right murderous. the fact that steve had agreed to go along with her plan fell on deaf ears. clint had tried to get her to snap out of it by trying to prod her into an, 'i told you so', but she simply stood there.

"cap, i think i broke her." he moved to wave his hand in front of her face to see if she would respond, and realized only a smidgen too late how stupid that idea was. he tried to cover it up by making it look like he was reaching for one of his arrows to load his bow, "ready when you are, cap."

it was narrow, and she had almost gotten slapped across the face by the tail of the dragon, but carol managed to deftly maneuver beneath the beast, and avoid all it's flailing appendages in time to catch the falling iron man with a grunt.

*

sasha still had the necklace, it was just as he had thought. exasperated, loki let out a long, and weary sigh. it is going to be a trying night. he took a moment to collect his thoughts before he picked himself up off the floor. a very, very trying night. "i believe you," loki spoke with a humorless smile, well, that was nothing he had ever expected to say. "i just need to to stand still." he spoke firmly to the panicked woman, he had not patience for the antics of a drunk at the moment. he took her squarely by the shoulders, and held her there so she'd understand what he wanted her to do through her intoxication.

"now, let us see what sort of trickery amora is up to," loki moved to investigate the amulet, but the moment his fingertips made contact he was met with a nasty shock, literally. he quickly jerked his hand back, and for a couple of seconds he actually looked stunned. he was quick to collect himself, and took a good look at his arm as a familiar sensation overcame him.

he was turning blue, "you never make anything easy," he muttered, as if amora could hear him. "it's going to be difficult to figure out what sort of enchantment she's placed on the damned thing without me being able to touch it." he had not been this irritated in quite some time, he was so mad he swore.

[the star-lord ideal]

"well, hello there," tony cooed wiggling his eyebrows even though carol wouldn't have been able to see it.

carol blinked before letting him drop to the ground, but not from a high height and therefore wouldn't hurt him too much. tony landed next to surly before carol ducked under the tail again. he looked up and stared up at marty. "oh, hey there," he whispered, even though she terrified him. "cap just tell you to stay put? that's captain america."

"hawkeye, go!" captain america called, he sounded absolutely patriotic and hiked up his shield to protect his torso. both hawkeye and steve rushed forward and around the front arms of the dragon, aiming upward to try and shoot out the eyes.

"always have to save the avengers, always," hawkeye groaned as he loaded three arrows on his bow. he pulled he string and managed to land them close to the eye, at least two landed int he eye, one landed ont he bridge of the nsoe. captain america's explosive quantum rounds from his submachine gun that nick fury had provided him. steve had asked where it came from, because it was not a stark tech gun, but nick fury didn't bother telling him and merely said 'get to work, you have a villain to stop'.

the quantum rounds reached the dragon's other eye, causing a brief rainstorm of goo and blood. now that the dragon was blind, it thrashed about violently, but was now missing everyone in sight.

"marta!" steve called, darting forward to reach her before she had a chance to get swatted at with a giant tail. tony was too concerned with rolling away himself. he managed to reach her just in the nick of time and he reached his shield up to protect both him and her as the tail smashed down on top of them. his grip on her shoulder wasn't too hard, and she wasn't too hard to keep under the shield as he pushed back the weight of the tail to keep them from being crushed.

- - -

sasha saw his arm turn blue and she leaned over with wide eyes. "holy, what?" her eyes moved from his arm to his face. "why are you turning blue?" she looked at her own arms to see if she was turning blue. "i'm not turning blue," she looked almost a little amused. "that's not really that fair, i want to turn blue," her voice was slurred and she sounded more content than she had in a while.

she stayed relatively still as he had told her to. "can i move now? i'm really tired, loki," she sounded more like a little kid rather than an adult, but she was sort of stunted in that way, for obvious reasons.

she took in a long breath and shrugged her shoulders a bit. "it's really heavy," she fumbled around with her fingers trying to get the clasp off, and her fingers were shaking. her nose started bleeding, again.

[feel like a sir MILES]

considering he was still nursing the black eye she had given him yesterday morning, tony saw marty as something of a monster, albiet a small one; she was a teacup monster, bred for being carried in purses, and put in ugly, miniature sweaters. so, when her only response was to run her tongue along the inside of her cheek in irritation, he grew a little tense. however, it did not keep him from running his mouth, "this was a good talk." awkward.

"what did i tell you? i alwa-- woah!" clint let out a startled cry as the dragon began to violently thrash about in a desperation, and he had narrowly avoided being shred by dragon claws. he had managed to dive roll out of the way, but he only ended up burying himself in the snow.

now that the dragon was blinded, it was raising quite a ruckus, and it's deafening roars nearly drowned out all other sounds, but she could see something faintly out of the corner of her eye (all colors were very faint) that caused her to snap her head in that direction. he was running right at her, but before she could sidestep away he had already grabbed her by the shoulder, and placed her under the cover of his shield. even with steve holding off the dragon's tail, she could still tell that the impact was great, and was a little stunned at what he was capable of.

when the dragon finally let up, and began to thrash about elsewhere, marty stared at steve in confusion, but she remained silent. her attention was quickly called elsewhere as something landed on the dragon, and caused the ground to shake.

it was the hulk.

"hulk tired of smashing doombots," the hulk hollered, "hulk love smashing dragons!" he seemed morbidly gleeful as he began to stomp on the dragons back. the skies above began to darken, and the clouds grew heavy, and began to spark. thor managed to wipe out the remaining doombots with a powerful lighting storm that overloaded their circuitry. he landed beside steve, "avenging shield brethren," he greeted, covered in sweat; whatever the hulk, and thor had faced had obviously been something of a challenge, "i am afraid i am the bearer of poor news, doom has released a great number of dragons, but the hulk, and i could only take on so many," he suddenly seemed a shame, "a great many more escaped us."

"hulk stomp on dragon's head!"

*

"do you always set your ambitions that high?" loki mocked, forgoing his earlier lightheartedness, and sounded downright condescending. at least she was not whining, or vomiting, or bleeding from the nose, because he had had just about enough of that. but, he made no move to explain why his arm had turned blue. it's not like she would remember come the morning, and it was nothing he wanted to get into with sasha in particular. the fact that they had gone through the reception without so much as a hitch -- ignoring amora, and just focusing on sasha -- was a miracle all in it's self.

"sasha, if you want the necklace off, then i need you to hold still." he spoke slowly, the way one would to a small child -- he didn't see a difference. once his arm had returned to a normal, flesh-tone, he waved his hand, and the necklace fell off. he was about to congratulate himself on a job well done when the necklace was suddenly back around her neck. he was not liking this at all.

"how heav--" and she was bleeding again. he wasn't sure if he was irritated that she was a pathetic, sickly mortal, or amused by the dumb expression on her face. he settled on not amused, and decided that if she bled to death from her nose that it was no great lose, and he'd just find another mutant. so, instead, he focused on getting the necklace off. "how attatched are you to your neck, sasha?"

[the star-lord ideal]

the moment when the dragon tail was lifted up, steve also straightened up and brought marta up with him. "are you okay?" he asked, looking down at her and ignoring the strange look that she was giving him.

the dragon seemed to stop thrashing around when the hulk pounded down on its head. a loud wailing scream could be heard. "how many more did doom let out?" captain america asked, a look of horror coming across his face at the realization that there might have been too many for them to stop.

"i am unsure of the number, the hulk and i were too busy trying to fend off the ones we could," thor explained.

steve sighed and shuddered at the idea, but quickly stopped when there was a loud booming noise as the dragon fell.

"hulk smashed puny dragon!" he roared.

"most impressive, my friend hulk!" thor chimed in.

"then let's move on, we'll solve the problem at the root, with doom himself," captain america sounded rather authorative and, well, patriotic.

- - -

she shrugged a bit as to his comment about always keeping her ambitions so high and important and challenging. "i'm a burn out, i don't have any ambitions," she rolled her eyes, clearly not meaning any bit of what she had said, maybe. "why would i ever have ambitions?" she scrunched up her face again.

despite the fact he told her that she needed to stay still, she reached up to rub at her face like it was no big deal. she smeared the back of her hand along her nose, which was not the most attractive thing in the world considering it smeared her bloody nose over her hand and face. "i -- neck, i need my neck to live," she stared at him blankly. "i like my neck, dont you dare cut off my neck. maybe it like needs, i dont know," she shrugged, "maybe you gotta like sleep with her or something to get her to take it off?"

[feel like a sir MILES]

captain america saved people, it was just what he did; he was on a level of self-sacrificing heroism that most people (or marty at least) labeled as stupidity, but she somehow seemed even more perplexed by the fact he had asked about her well-being, and seemed to have mixed emotions about the whole thing that ranged from uncomfortable to a little resentful, or was it fear? she didn't respond.

"when," hawkeye puffed, and huffed as he began to wiggle his way out of the snow, "this is all over," there was another grunt as he managed to get himself back to mostly level ground, "i'm going to find doom a decent real estate agent, because this is just depressing." he griped, particularly hating the cold.

"you can complain when you're wearing a heavy suit of metal armor." tony interjected once things had settled down, and the dragon was most definitely dead.

"indeed, we might find the source of all the dragons." thor nodded as he glanced around, everyone seemed a little worse for wear, but they were all there, and seemed more-or-less ready to proceed.

"lead on, cap," hawkeye saluted in response to how steve seemed to ooze patriotism.

*

"well, even if you do, you don't have particularly high ones." loki seemed just as irate with sasha as she was with him. she was absolutely frustrating in the sense that she could -- when not high -- pick-up on his belittlement, and he did not like that much at all; he preferred the feeling of insulting her, and leaving her blissfully unaware, because it made him feel superior. (not that it took a lot to feel superior to sasha.)

before he could return his attention to the necklace, he caught an eyeful of sasha at her most attractive as she smeared blood all across her face. he opened his mouth to say something, but he promptly shut it when he realized that it was better if he didn't, and it wasn't really his problem to begin with. sasha was not only infuriating, but she was also disgusting, and he needed to get used to that.

he shook his head dismissively at her suggestion, "it is unlikely that anora would be that crass," however, even as he spoke the words he doubted them. especially when he considered this could be seen as a last resort. loki was now officially married, and thor was content on midgard. if she had no other option then she might be this blunt.

loki could scarcely believe it, but sasha could easily be right, "wipe your face, we are going to speak with anora."

[the star-lord ideal]

"you know, you don't have to walk around in a giant suit of metal armor. you're doing it by choice," hawkeye snapped back, not feeling too much pity for a guy with enough money to have hundreds of suits of armor.

"gentlemen, this is not the time," steve chided, before looking back to the dragon that was not even twitching. he could not believe that they would argue over such trivial things at a time like this.

"this is the plan. we are going to storm doom's fortress. we are going to move quickly and we are going to strike hard. we're going to need to put all of our differences aside and work together if this is going to work," he was referring to. . . well, quite frankly, everyone.

"hulk tired of speech," he was tapping his fingers against his arm.

"move out," steve finally motioned and the group of them began to trudge towards doom's castle, tony missing half a leg of armor, but still trudging none the less. he needed to figure out a way to make the armor less of a hassle.

he reached out to touch marta's arm only to point her in the right direction that they were going in. quite frankly, "i am sorry that i had left you alone out there. it was a decision that i wish i did not have to make," he was sincere in his apology and if marta could have seen his face, she would have been able to see the sincerity as well.

- - -

sasha's eyes widened a bit when loki conceded and basically let her know that she was right. this was the first time someone had ever mentioned that she had been right, except the few times she managed to make pristine meth and someone said she was right on the money.

there was a proud smile on her face as she stood up straight as if she actually had something to be proud of.

or there was something close to a smile, because sasha never seemed to actually smile - or when she did it caused people to run away and hide.

"wait, i have to go with you? i don't want to watch you and her go at it like jack rabbits," she made a gagging sound at the idea. "i dont really want to see you without clothes on you're a little on the scrawny side. that's gross. im not really into the whole voyeurism thing," she was seriously disgusted at the idea of having to watch them have sex.

"ew, you like an audience," but she followed after him anyways. her shoulders were drooping down as she used the sleeve of the red shirt she had been given to wipe up her face. it wasn't perfect, but it would do.

"didn't know norse gods liked it like that," she shuddered.

[feel like a sir MILES]

"you're doing it by choice." tony mimicked hawkeye with a terrible falsetto before he retorted: "because all of us are--" but steve was quick to cut tony off, and chided the both of them for being so inappropriate. this seemed to have quieted them at first, but, while steve gave his orders, tony leaned in closer to hawkeye, "--carnies just like you." he whispered quickly before steve finished, standing straight, and putting on his best innocent expression. "understood, captain."

"indeed, we must make haste, before another dragon finds us." thor chimed in in agreement as he trudged forward with the rest of the group, but quickly fell in pace beside iron man; neither were built for trudging in the snow.

marty, however, lagged behind, but not noticeably; it was just a precaution. all her life marty had heard about dragons, but she had never been able to actually 'see' one, and this was her chance. she quickly pulled off her glove, heart pumping as she reached for the dragon, but, before she could touch the damn thing, she felt something brush against her arms. startled, she turned to face who it was. there was an amusing range of emotions that crossed her face when she realized it was captain mom, they ranged from embarrassed that she had been caught, and irritated that he was still being nice.

the latter of which made her incredibly uncomfortable. "i would have waited in the car, mom, but it sort-of blew up." she snipped with chattering teeth, before shuffling off in the direction he had pointed her in.

*

at first, loki was a little concerned by the look on her face, but upon further contemplation he could not think of a time when someone would willingly tell sasha she was right unless they could find no way around it. especially when she had such a proud expression on her face, because it irritated him. but, in the interest of everybody, he let it go with an exasperated sigh.

he had expected the same from her, but he was so very, very wrong, "well," he started, offering sasha an angry smile, "if people can say anything about you, it is that you have no tact." he spat the last word. he insults had meant nothing to him, because it was not like he had never head worse, but he believed that sasha had the ability to make compliments sound grating. of course, it didn't help that the last thing he wanted to do was actually sleep with anora, yet she seemed intent on her accusation that he was not only going to engage in sexual activities with anora, but that sasha would be there to watch the whole thing, and that made his blood boil.

he had already started to silently lament the walk to anora's chambers, when he suddenly had an idea. he spun on his toes to face sasha, and before she could realize what was going on, he waved his hand. at first nothing seemed to happen, but then, quite suddenly, sasha had no mouth. he seemed to like this very much.