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CHAPTER THREE ━ ━ ━ LADY NATASHA
FREYA AND HER BROTHER WALKED SIDE BY SIDE AS STEVE, ELEANOR AND TONY LED THEM TO THEIR FLYING MACHINE. Freya tried to convince Thor to let knock the trio out, grab Loki and go back to Asgard. But her brother insisted that Loki had something much bigger in store.
Tony would occasionally glance back at the siblings, making sure they were still there and not planning anything. But he would quickly avert his eyes and hold his hands up in surrender when Freya caught him staring.
The hero's saw the jet up ahead plus two distant figures were standing waiting for them. When they got closer, a woman in a tight black suit with beautiful red hair approached them, she walked with purpose and Freya couldn't help but let her eyes linger.
"He's in the Jet, Mikaelson and I tried to get him to talk but he won't budge" She reported, her posture and tone of voice was a dead give away she was all about the mission. The woman's eyebrow quirks in confusion when she sees Freya and Thor behind Tony, Steve and Eleanor. "For Gods they sure do dress like tacky cosplayers"
Freya and Thor shared a look of confusion, both of them not knowing what a cosplayer is. "What is a cosplayer?" Thor asked squinting his eyes at the woman who rolled her eyes.
"He is not speaking?" Eleanor asked moving her head to side taking a glimpse at Loki who is dressed in chains. "I shall make him speak" Her fists engulf in a golden flare and Steve immediately jumps at her.
"Eleanor no!" He yelled, stepping in front of her ready to hold her back from blowing his head off. Freya quickly drawn her sword waiting for Eleanor to make the next move, and in retaliation the woman pulled a gun out and aimed it at Freya's head.
Tony held his hand out and glared at Eleanor "Your custom LED lights have done enough tonight!" He yelled out referring to Eleanor's powers "And for the love of God, tell your witchy sister to put her weapons away and drop the damn gun Romanoff!"
Eleanor scoffed and the gold around her wrists disappeared in a blink of an eye, Freya slowly reacted her sword and placed it back in her holder, she kept a careful eye on Romanoff who as well slowly put her gun back into her thigh holster.
"Now that you children have finished playing with your toys, lets get back to business" A man with sandy blonde hair suddenly appeared next to Romanoff, his hands were behind his back and he wore a devilishly smirk.
Freya looked at the man confused and then looked at Tony "Is their anyone else you lot are hiding in your aircraft?"
The group ignored her and they all walked into the jet, Romanoff narrowed her eyes as Freya walked by her and Freya glared back not feeling the slightest bit intimidated by the red head.
Freya walked further into the jet and saw her brother strapped done in chains, his eyes slowly widened when Freya stood in front of him. "I thought you were dead" She whispered sorrowfully.
Loki quickly wiped all emotion off his face and smirked at her "well you thought wrong dear sister" he spat out venomously.
She clenched her jaw and furiously blinked back tears "I mourned you... we all did"
Loki scoffed and shuffled about in his chains "I couldn't care less"
Freya leaned closer to him and looked deep into his eyes, she sensed something wasn't right. "You and I both know that is a load of rubbish."
Freya stood straighter and walked off to find Thor. She spotted Thor looking out the window, he looked like he was in deep thought his hand was under his chin. Freya stood beside him and looked out the window.
Natasha and the man we're gearing up getting ready to take off, so they were still on ground. Freya places a hand on her brother's shoulder "What is troubling your mind brother?"
Thor heaved a sigh and looked at Loki — who was looking right back at them with a cunning smirk. "Our brother"
Freya looked at Loki "Something's wrong. This isn't him"
Thor modded his head "I know"
Freya pursed her lips and left her brother alone in thought. She spotted a place to sit, near the cockpit and decided to sit down. As she was moving towards the chair she was quickly cut off by Eleanor standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.
"Steve said I should try being more nicer to you lot, or I'm going back into the 'ice' like Tony said"
Freya squinted her eyes and looked at her in confusion "ice?"
Eleanor waved her off "we'll save that one for later babe. Anyway I'm Eleanor Grey, or as most like to call me, the huntress" she waves her hands up and down her body.
Freya understood why she was called the huntress, she wore a coat with a hoodie on it, it was all black expect for the ends and a few small patterns on the back. She wore a tight fitting black and gold suit, with a slit in the middle of her thighs, her holster was filled with small knives and a gun.
Eleanor noticed her staring and laughed "I don't need any of these, there just for show. I have psionic energy and I'm a shapeshifter"
Freya modded her head impressed. Eleanor looked at her expectantly, and Freya realised what she was after a few seconds later "Oh! I can fly, astral projection, siphoning and psychokinesis"
Eleanor hummer and motioned Freya to follow her, she led her to the cockpit where the man and Romanoff were bickering.
"This is Klaus Mikaelson" she waved her hand at the man in the black jacket, he wasn't wearing a uniform or anything. "A grade A asshole, sociopathic manipulative murderous hybrid." She said bitterly, smirking slightly.
Klaus chuckled and rolled his eyes amused "ouch love, you wound me"
Eleanor sarcastically chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulder "Oh I can say a lot worse"
Eleanor took her hand off and waved her hand at the woman wearing the tight black suit. "This is Natasha Romanoff, she's also a brutal killer, she's only here for the fun off it all but she's pretty cool"
Natasha flicked a few switches and turned around to face Freya. She looked her up and down once again and studied her, she hummed and quirked an eyebrow at Freya.
Freya never was nervous, or flustered, or shy but in the presence of this enigma of a woman she couldn't help but have sweaty palms. "Your really pretty" She blurted out.
Eleanor let out a loud laugh at Natasha's flustered face, Klaus was snickering like a child beside Natasha.
"Thank you" she replied quietly.
Freya cleared her throat and felt a little awkward, Eleanor tugged on her arm and pulled her away from the two. "Girl you got guts. I like that."
Eleanor steered her towards Steve and tony who were battling each other in a glaring contest. "The idiot in the god awful tight blue spandex is Steve Rogers, he was like America's God 70 years ago"
Steve shot her a glare and stuck a hand out for Freya to shake. "Pleasure to meet you ma'm, even though you kicked my ass half an hour ago"
Freya chuckled "My apologies, Steve" Steve waved his hand saying it was no problem.
"So like, do we call you 'your highness' or 'your majesty' or whatever?" The man of iron asked, his eyes squinted.
Freya quirked her eyebrow and looked at him "what ever you want..."
".... Tony Stark, genius, billionaire-"
Eleanor quickly shut him up "shut up you'll scare her off"
Tony glared at her "okay rude"
"Enough you two" Steve demanded sharply. Eleanor and Tony rolled their eyes but stopped bickering anyways.
"We've landed!" Natasha yelled out from the cock pit, she and Klaus got up out of their seats and walked other to the four, Thor grabbed Loki and walked towards the door.
Natasha presses a button and the door started to lift. The team was about to walk out when a man with an eye patch stood in front of them. His arms were crossed and his eye was narrowed.
"Oh shit" Tony mumbled looking annoyed.
"Yeah oh shit" the man replied back mockingly.