Chaos Endures

1 (Revised)

Eris. Greek Goddess of strife and discord. Born from the night and shadow, forced in fire... hell fire belonging to Hades. Her disdain for the ruler of the underworld made her find herself forced to live out the ages of earth after she escaped from Tartarus. The only thing she was able to keep dear to her was her golden apple, no longer holding it in hand but instead wore on her skin like a tattoo, branding her left thigh. She kept it under the clothes she was forced to wear to blend in with mortals, though this concealment did nothing to hide her need for more; chaos. She didn't care about the people on this planet, only the planet itself.

It was no secret to Eris that S.H.I.E.L.D was watching her, she just didn't know why. Her mischievous ways had earned her a reputation in the among the officials of the world, so when she was approached by one Tony Stark, she had the desire to burn him where he stood. "Forgive me, Mr. Stark," she breathed out sarcastically, "If I gave you the impression that I enjoy being watched." Her arms were crossed and she had a slight sneer on her face as she raised her chin at him, lazily looking down the bridge of her nose with disinterest.

"I never gave you my name," the billionaire smirked at her. They stood across from each other in her condo in New York city. He had broken in, and she was not pleased. He unbuttoned the jacket of his three piece suit, boredly beginning to wander through her apartment.

She raised a brow, eyeing him as he moved. "And I had not told you mine, but I think we both can assume you know who I am... or should I say what I am."

"Paris, London, LA," Tony said, looking at the knick knacks that lay around on the mantle. "Wherever you go, things just seem to go into chaos. Don't they, Eris?" His tone was quizzical as he looked to her, tilting his head. "A coincidence?"

She raised a brow and lifted off the ground slowly, smoke seeming to replace her once modern clothes and cladding her thin body with the armor of the gods. Her stomach bare, metal plates covering her sides, moving up her breasts to protect her chest. The gold shoulder bracers and gauntlets on her arms glistened, even in the dim lighting of the apartment. A skirt in a shade of deep purple hung from the metal on her sides, large slits in the front for easy mobility of her legs. Metal boots of the same color rose to her thighs, brimmed with gold at their tops, and heals. Gold tattoos snaked their way along her limbs and her lined eyes thinned as she glared at him. "Well, trust me when I say there were no accidents."

"I assumed. We need your help," Tony said bluntly, picking up a glass apple. "Is this it? The famous apple?"

"No," she informed, unamused that he did not seem fazed by her sudden levitation or transformation. "I keep it much closer to me." She floated back to the ground, her golden heels clicking on contact. "And, I'll pass."

"You'll turn down the opportunity to save the human race?"

Her brow raised and she took a powerful step forward. "You think I give a damn about the human race?" she asked calmly, seemingly floating as she walked, smoke replacing her as she teleported right behind him. "I am the goddess of strife and discord. The only thing you weak humans are good for, are torment." Tony clenched his jaw as she pushed by him, strutting forward to her couch, planting herself as if it were a throne. "You deserved to be ruled. Not by a king, but by a goddess. One that could put you to good use. One that can return this planet back to its glory." With words like velvet, Eris Tilted her head as she looked at him with no emotion.

Tony set down the apple with a bored face and looked back to her, crossing his arms. "Well, we have a crazy god of mischief taking your spot as ruler of this world. Unlike you, he couldn't care less on how badly this planet is destroyed."

"Fine," she said plainly.

"What?" Tony asked, surprised she gave so easily.

"You're dealing with a god, and I want this planet to survive. You stand no chance on your own," she said, pushing herself off of the couch. She moved so she was standing 3 feet in front of him, placing her hands on her hips. "So, what's the plan, Stark. Will we have war?" she asked, letting the words slide from her lips with a slight seduction he almost fell for.