Hi again everybody!
This time I have been working on a Sons/Avengers crossover, it may also contain some fantasy elements further in (read it will contain). I tried to stay as much in character as possible on both Loki and the other Marvel characters, but it's my first time so please dont chew my head off.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything SOA or Marvel, only my main character Hannah. Or she owns me, i really don't know at this point.

Ps. It is losely based on season six SOA and after the Avengers movie, LOSELY!
Pps. English is still my second language, any gramatic errors or spellingmissakes are on me (I've tried to correct them though)

Well, enough chitchat; here is the prologue, the first chapter will be up shortly.

I sat in the living room of my sister-in-laws house that she and the kids had inherited when my older brother was killed in county. I was told his head had been smashed in, in a fight with a rival gang. I had cried for a week straight when I found out, then I heard how Lyla, his wife, was taking drugs to deal with the pain so I cleaned off, concealed the pain and anger I felt and stepped up to take care of the kids. I was the closest family they had since Mary, my mother had split. Piney, my dad had been killed prior to Opie's death. Tonight I was babysitting, or really just making sure the kids got food and to bed properly as Lyla had to work late at Red Woddy.
I knew Ellie was still up, after all, she was the oldest of the three.
"Hey Ellie, come here for a sec?"
"What is it Aunt Hannah?"
"I think your brothers have been watching some sci-fi movie, I can't seem to turn it off though!" I was getting frustrated, I was the total tech-freak but I could never get the DVD to work properly. She came and sat down next to me, even though she was only thirteen it was clear that she would get her father's height.
"I don't think that's a movie, I think that is the news." Shocked we stared at the TV. There were aliens being chased, and killed by, not humans, but they looked like us. And it was in New York of all places. We just stared at it, the news reporter said they were visitors, or attackers, from another world. Our defenders were a gang called the Avengers, whatever the hell that was. As the camera showed a close up of one of the monsters Ellie shrieked and hid her face against my chest, to be honest, I kind of wanted to do the same thing. What the hell was going on here? Was the world turning upside down? Not soon enough, it ended, the Avengers had saved us and the camera showed the destruction in down town New York, but also survivors hugging and cheering. This was so weird.

A key in the door startled us but soon we heard Lyla's soft voice; "Hannah? You in here?"
"We're in the living room." I told her. She came around the corner;
"You two look like you've seen a ghost or something, what is going on?"
"Did you catch the news?"
"No, why?"
I forced my arm free and pulled out my laptop, as I logged into a news site, the fight was the top headline. She read it and her jaw dropped; "Ellie, cover your ears."
My niece did as she was told and Lyla let out a long string of curses.
"Yeah, that was kind of what I thought." I took the girl by her hand; "Come Ellie, let's get you to bed." I walked her into her bedroom; "Try and get some sleep, okay? Lyla will be just down the hall, and you can call me anytime.' I kissed her forehead; 'I love you little one."
"I love you too Aunt Hannah." I closed the door gently behind me and went out into the living room again. Lyla was sitting with her legs grossed in the sofa, watching the news on the big screen TV.
"This is so messed up! Do they really believe all this crap?"
"Apparently they do. Look, I really have to go, I've got to work early tomorrow."
"Shit, I'm so sorry I kept you so late, the last shot took forever to get right. Thank you so much for tonight." She hugged me tight and I kissed her cheek.
"No worries, just call me if you need help with anything."
I had loved Donna, my brothers first wife with all my heart, she had been like a big sister to me, being a few years older but Lyla wasn't that bad and she did a hell of a job raising three kids almost on her own. The only help she got was from me and the club.
After Opie's death I had hated the club so much but Jax had come around to find me when Lyla was at her worst and pleaded for help. He had been like a second brother for me all my life and I had seen how guilty he had felt by what had happened so I tried to be strong even if I was totally heartbroken on the inside.
I got into my old purple Mercury Comet -63 named Nancy and drove back to the house I had inherited from our father. Opie had already had a house of his own so when dad was killed he told me I could have it. I had spent many hours and a lot of money on it but soon enough I had made it livable again. Now it was my safe haven. I had made my old room into an office and used the master bedroom to sleep in.