Chapter 6: Cloaked Night

A.N. Italics- Thor Undelined Italics- Quinn

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The group of frightened teens meet where they are told, surprisingly on time. Quinn sighs in relief when no one seems to notice her new gear. She looks at the belongings and realizes her hammer/axe has turned into a ball point pin. She's not sure where the suit went but she knows it will be there when she needs it.

Despite finally feeling whole, Quinn still barely knows what to do with herself. She thinks back to how she saved Mercedes and Tina. She wonders if she's truly worthy.

She's always had an affinity for rain and water. She thinks if her father is the God of Thunder then that makes sense for her to be the Goddess of Rain.

You are correct, my daughter. I am so proud of you. You are truly worthy of the name Lathir. You are Lathir Thorsdottir. A soft smile crossed her face. She more feels his voice than hears. It's as though he is living inside her. Always with her. It's comforting.

Thank you father. Santana gives her an odd look from her space in line. Quinn gently shakes her head letting her know she's fine. She is more than fine.

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Tony's private jet seemed a little counterintuitive to Santana. She's not sure how no one is noticing this giant contraption in the middle of the field behind her house.

"Um, Uncle Tony? How does no one see this?" Tony just chuckles at her naivety, "It's cloaked, San. If you're looking out your neighbor's window it just looks like the back of your house."

Santana mumbled a quiet 'Oh' before shuffling onto the aircraft. Her teammates followed in awe. Many having to reduce their urge to touch the gadgets and weapons placed about.

As soon as the plane takes off an almost simultaneous breath is expelled from the teens. They can finally relax. Some fall asleep almost immediately, while others, like Santana, tap their feet absentmindedly against the metal flooring.

Just because she's relaxed doesn't mean she's not anxious. There are things she has to do. People she needs to keep an eye on. People like Puck. She needs to make sure he doesn't get angry and hulk out in this pressurized tube. Although, he hasn't since the start of this monstrosity. Santana can't help but think it's because he's more scared than anything. That's all her fault.

And it probably doesn't help that she's just as terrified.

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The flight was short. Quinn has nothing to thank but Tony's suped up jet. The teens are quickly ushered into the Avengers facility and then into what looks like a briefing room with a large floating translucent screen at the front.

As the students sit down, a figure pops out from behind the screen.

If Quinn wasn't the calm, observant person she was she would have thrown Rjölnir at him.

She blinks. She's not sure how she knows her four sided hammer/axe thing is called Rjölnir, or that throwing it would be the right method. She just knows.

The figure steps out into the light and an excited squeal escapes Matt's mouth. That earns him an incredulous look from his peers but he ignores it as he rushes the man.

"Papi!" Santana doesn't make quite the scene her brother does, though it's clear that she is relieved to see her father.

The obviously tired man keeps the greeting short, he quickly embraced his childeen before hurrying them back to their seats.

The screen whirs to life with various notes and encrypted websites displayed. Enrique picks one and uses his fingers to expand the screenshot.

"I know you guys are wondering why you're here. The short answer: You're safer here." Enrique took a pause. Blaine slowly raises his hand in question. Enrique gestured for him to proceed.

"What's the long answer?" He grimaced as he asked. Already knowing none of them would like the answer.

"The long answer?" The Puerto Rican man let out a troubled sigh, "The long answer is what we're keeping you safe from. There's a group, an organization of sorts. This organization's platform is to rid the world of powereds. Whether they be children, or the elderly. They want all of them executed. They call themselves The Initiative. I know, how original." The scientist pulled up a picture of The Initiative's logo. It looks like multiple green squares connected by a point in the middle. They form the shape of a circle that holds a yellow 'I'.

"They've been a problem for a couple years now, but have only just now started to come from underground." Tony cuts in. He pulled up a video of what seemed to be a group of hooded figures kidnapping a young girl. Santana watches as some of her friends turn thier heads.

"Okay, that's enough." Tony cuts the video off at Santana's words.

"Well why don't you just arrest them?" Artie asks matter of factly.

"Oh! Wow, what were we thinking? Why didn't we think of that?! Enrique? Did you hear? We could just arrest them. " Tony exclaimed sarcastically. Artie shrinks back into his wheelchair while some of the gleeks snicker at him.

"Focus, you guys. We haven't captured them because we can't. Our agents always get that close, then they slip right through their fingers. Those slippery bastards." Tony bangs his fist in the table startling those near.

"I have a question. If they hate powereds they obviously don't have powers themselves. So how are they able to capture people?" Quinn asked. The rest of the group nods along.

"They're specifically targeting children. Those who either don't know or don't have a good grasp on their powers. That's their M.O. Take the children then brainwash them into hating powereds too. We fear they might be building an army." Enrique changed the screen to a picture of the glee club during sectionals. "That's where you guys come in. We have intel that you are next on the list. We need to use you guys as bait. But first we need to find and infiltrate where they are hiding these kids. We call it Operation Slippery Bastards. Tony named it, I lost a bet."

The room is quiet for a second before everyone suddenly starts talking at the same time. It's hard to tell if they're on board or not. Unfortunately, they don't have much of a choice.