Chapter 4

*Loki’s base*

“Quinn!” 

Quinn stalked past the holding and went over to the table full of vials, searching for a specific one.

“Quinny!”

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the voice from behind her.

“Sis!”

She rolled her eyes. “For the last time, I’m not your sister! Why can’t you get that through your stupid head?”

There was a silence. “I’m not stupid,” she said quietly. “It’s just...I can’t always tell what people want because I hear too many things. I’m not sure if they’re talking or if they’re thinking.”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Right. You’re supposed to be psychic.”

“No. I can’t tell the future. I can only tell what people are thinking some times. That’s telepathic. It’s different. It was one of mommy’s powers. She had a lot.” She sighed. “It makes my head hurt.”

“You’re making my head hurt,” Quinn grumbled.

“But I can see mommy’s face in your mind! And you think of her as mommy too, so that must mean you’re my sister. I don’t think we have the same daddies though. My daddy left me. You get to live with yours. But I wish that I’d known that I have another sister.”

Quinn groaned. “God, you’re giving me a headache.”

“No, that’s Beth.”

Quinn froze, spinning around. “What did you just say?”

“Beth is the one giving you a headache,” Brittany said simply. “At least...I think it’s Beth. You keep changing your mind on the name, so it gets confusing,” she frowned. Then her expression brightened. “But I’m excited to be an aunt!”

Quinn slammed her hands against the thick bars of the cage. “Stop it.”

“Aunt Brittany. Or Aunt Britt? Either one sounds good.”

“Get out of my head!” Quinn screamed as her body went cold.

Brittany hissed in pain, clutching her head. 

Quinn had turned into solid diamond.

“That was one of mommy’s powers as well,” Brittany said quietly. “It helped keep other telepaths out of her head.”

Quinn’s arms shook as they reverted back to normal. “Listen to me Brittany. It doesn’t matter who our mother is. Sebastian and Jesse are my brothers. Santana and Mercedes are your sisters. We. Are. Not. Family.” She pushed away from the cage with a vicious shove.

Brittany watched her go sadly.

*Brooklyn, New York*

Kurt reached home at sunset, leaning heavily against the door as he hung up his keys. 

“Hey, Kurt! Get in here!”

Kurt slumped into the living room where his dad, Finn, and Carole were all sitting around the television. 

“Stark Tower was wrecked and the Avengers are all in comas,” Burt said gravely.

“Yeah, I know,” Kurt sighed, shucking off his boots and his jacket. “I was there.”

The three turned to him. “What?” Burt said, standing.

Kurt clenched his jaw. “Rogers stopped by the garage yesterday because two of Natasha’s girls had been kidnapped, so they were all bringing their kids together for some powwow and then Loki and his kids crashed the get together and they put the team in a coma but me and the others managed to fend them off. For now, at least.” He collapsed in his chair. “The rest of them are back at the tower, calling allies and whatnot to fight Loki or whatever.”

“And you’re just telling me about this now! Why didn’t you tell me that Steve stopped by?”

“Dad, your heart!” Kurt said, worried, sitting his father back down. “I didn’t want to worry you, and I just thought that I’d be gone for a couple hours. I didn’t know that I’d end up in a fight.”

“But why did you leave?” Finn frowned. “Shouldn’t you be helping them out?”

Kurt shrugged. “I honestly don’t care.”

“Kurt, it’s the planet!”

Kurt sighed. “Can we please talk about it tomorrow? I’ve had a long day.”

Finn looked like he wanted to argue some more, but Carole made him stop.

*Chicago, Illinois*

Tina’s phone vibrated. She tapped her ear piece, continuing to type. “Yep.”

“Tina.”

She grinned. “Oh, hey Blaine!”

“Look, what are you doing right now.”

“Um...not hacking into the Time Square electrical grid?”

“What...why?”

“April Fools prank. I want to give it a test run.”

“Well, would it be easier if you did it from Stark Tower?”

“Obviously,” she snorted. “But your dad would never let me.”

“...”

She stopped typing. “Blaine, what happened?”

“Turn on the news.”

Frowning, she tapped up a side screen to scan the headlines. She gasped. “Blaine, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Dad...and the others not so much. We’re forming a team. It’s Loki.”

“I’m in,” she said. “I’ll call dad to see if he can get me in on the next flight.”

“No need. I already sent the Stark Jet.”

Tina rolled her eyes. “Presumptuous much?”

“Please, like you could stay away.”

“True,” she laughed. “Alright, see you soon, Blaine.”

“Bye Tina.”

*Loki’s base*

Sebastian paced back and forth in his room. He glared at the empty cage. It was were Santana was supposed to go. Jesse and Mercedes had managed to grab their captives, but he’d failed, making such a foolhardy mistake as not grabbing the bitch around her middle or her arm or something that she wouldn’t cut off. 

Then he’d thought about taking Blaine, the smaller and weaker of Stark’s boys. He would have looked quite pretty all strung up in a cage.

But there was only one person that was going in that cage now. That obnoxious boy with the shield and horrific clothing. 

Kurt Hummel would look awfully good bound, gagged, and bleeding on the floor of the cage.

He grabbed his spear. 

It was time to hunt.

*Eight rooms over*

Mercedes breathed slowly and steadily through her nose. She didn’t flinch when the door slammed open.

“Hey, Lazy. I’m back. Did you miss me?”

She opened her eyes and stared at the wall in front of her, mapping out the grains with her eyes, wondering for the millionth time what material it was made out of.

A searing pain bloomed on her left cheek and one of Jesse’s knives lodged into the wall in front of her.

“You know, it’s rude not to look at a person when they’re talking to you.”

Mercedes turned around, using the cuff of her sleeve to wipe at the blood on her cheek.

Jesse grinned disarmingly at her. “There, see? Much better.”

It was the grin that threw her. Usually Jesse was disgruntled and grumbly. 

Then the bars of the cage wrenched themselves open and she knew she was in trouble--though for what reason, she was bewildered.

“Come on,” Jesse beckoned her. “I know you’ve been dying to hit me.”

True.

That grin stayed. “Seriously? You’re just going to sit there, all lazy? Are you sure you’re one of Natasha’s daughters?”

There’s a difference between laziness and patience. Also, she’s not stupid enough to pick a fight with him on his turf when he was clearly begging for one, especially since she has no idea where she is.

“Lazy bones,” he laughed.

She nearly rolled her eyes but she had more self restraint than that. Honestly, though. Did he really think that calling her lazy would goad her into a fight?

His forehead twitched. “Come ON!” He threw a knife at her and she rolled to the side. The grin stretched. “Much better. You need to run off your laziness. Get up.”

Heart pounding, Mercedes stood as the bars of the cage righted themselves.

Dozens of knives materialized around Jesse. “I’ll give you an hour. If you’re still standing, you get dinner tonight.”

“What did he do?” Mercedes asked calmly. “Show you up? Embarrass you in front of daddy? Knock you out?”

Jesse’s eyes turned murderous and five knives flew at her.

She dodged and rolled and spun as fast as she could, but there were too many and the number of cuts on her body multiplied.

If Sam Thorson didn’t personally bust her out of this place, she’d make sure to kick his ass when she eventually did.

*Brooklyn, New York*

Kurt was startled awake.

Because it was quiet.

He lived in one of the largest cities on the planet, yet he couldn’t hear a sound beyond his own breathing.

He pulled back his covers and crept out of his room and down the hall to his parent’s. Their bed was empty. Panicking, he checked Finn’s room. Bed empty.

There was a crash from downstairs. 

He ran back into his room and grabbed his two sai swords that he hadn’t used since he was twelve and crept down the stairs. 

Burt was knocked out on the floor of the living room, Carole was in a similar position on the dining room table, and Sebastian had Finn in a chokehold in the kitchen.

“Seriously?” Sebastian smirked condescendingly at his weapons. “Put them down unless you want to see your brother’s neck snapped.”

Kurt dropped them instantly. “Look, Sebastian, right? Just...just put him down, okay? Your dad got what he wanted--all the Avengers are out for the count. I’m not even in this fight--”

“I’m dragging you in it,” Sebastian snapped. “This isn’t about father or his grudges, this is about me taking care of a nuisance. Now get on your knees.”

Kurt blinked. “What?”

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” Sebastian tightened his hold on Finn’s neck.

“Alright, alright!” Kurt dropped down to his knees, eyes frantically glued on Finn.

Sebastian smiled. “Good boy. And I must say, you look five times more appealing when you don’t have those ridiculous clothes on. Shame about the face, though...” he sighed, throwing Finn into the cabinets.

“Finn!” Kurt shrieked, starting to stand, but Sebastian struck him hard across the face, making him see double. Then he was on him, forcing him to the ground on his back.

Sebastian’s grin grew, his giant teeth uncomfortably close to Kurt’s nose. Kurt struggled, but Sebastian lifted him up then slammed him back down against the ground. It felt like every bone in Kurt’s back was breaking. A spear materialized out of the air next to Sebastian and he grabbed it, trailing it down Kurt’s chest. It tore through the buttons of Kurt’s night shirt and cut his skin.

Kurt’s scream of pain only lasted a split second before Sebastian’s hand covered his mouth, pushing his head roughly back against the tile as his other hand set the spear down and started tearing Kurt’s night shirt away.

Sebastian bit down on the crook of his neck, purposefully digging his teeth in hard. His hand clamped painfully tighter around Kurt’s mouth. He pressed a mockingly gentle kiss to the bite mark. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking you.”