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Time in Flames

Summary: Estrid Odrsdottir has experienced much tragedy in her life. When her fiance, Prince Loki of Asgard, is executed in front of her very eyes, she swears vengeance on those that took everything away from her. After killing the All-Father, she is taken into TVA custody only to be thrown into a mission to hunt down and stop a man similar to her, a man that has lost everything.

Mered Rainer, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., finds himself a wanted man when he finds out the the organization has been infiltrated by Hydra. Hunted by the Winter Soldier, Mered finds himself in the hands of the TVA when he kills his would be assassin. Teaming up with a few variants, he plots a way to escape the grasp of the Time Variance Authority without much luck. Can the two find common ground in order to save the known multiverse?

Chapter 2: Guardian

In a banquet hall in Tel Aviv, Israel, men and women from around the world dressed in dresses and tuxedos. One in particular carefully watched the room. He looked young and rich enough to blend into the crowd. His brown hair combed back at an angle and dressed in his own expensive tux and he played the part well. The only thing that made him stand out were his different colored eyes, one gray and one green. He moved slowly, smiling at guests and shaking hands. No one, but everyone seemed like a threat. For every happy couple, there was a woman standing nervously or a man glaring in his direction.

“Anything out of place?” Maria Hill asked through the earpiece in the young man’s ear.

“Nothing yet,” he said, remaining in character. “Still haven’t found the target.”

Maria let out a long sigh. “Just stay on comms and let us know when you’ve found her.”

The banquet was going off without a hitch. It didn’t seem right. Being in places like this wasn’t a commonality for him. At least not when they weren’t in the middle of a hostage situation. Even the most remotely out of place movement put him internally on edge. After a few minutes of searching, one glance over his shoulder was all it took to find who he was looking for. A young woman with black hair and olive skin sat at the bar on the far end of the room.

The agent sat next to the woman and ordered a drink. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. She wore a long, blue silk dress with silver jewelry. She may not have been innocent, but she was naive.

“What is a delicate lily such as yourself doing in a place like this?” he asked in Hebrew.

The young woman giggled. “Your Hebrew is terrible. I admire the effort, but it is not necessary.”

“It is such a beautiful language,” he said. “And for someone as magnificent as you, I’m more than willing to embarrass myself if it means getting your attention.”

The woman pursed her lips into a smile as she traced the brim of her drink with her finger. “I’m not as great as you think.”

“I think there is more to you than you think.” he smiled warmly. “Does the lily have a name?”

“Kefira,” she answered “My name is Kefira.”

“So the lily is a lioness.” the agent said. “I’m Mered. And I am truly blessed to have the privilege of sitting here next to you.”

Kefira’s smile widened shyly. “Are you attempting to charm me?”

“I couldn’t help but try,” he said playfully.

Kefira traced the back of Mered’s hand. “Who said you had to try that hard?”

Mered let himself give her a confident smile. He took a moment to look into Kefira’s eyes. “So why are you here?”

“My father is an Israeli ambassador. He asked me to come. Who was I to deny him?” she answered.

Mered scanned the room. The white noise of the guests seemed to deafen. It was an instinct that he had developed over years. It was hardly ever a good sign.

That’s when agent Hill’s voice came through his earpiece. “Four men are moving in on your location. You need to get out of there.”

Taking a deep breath, Mered caressed the back of Kefira’s hand. “Do you want to go somewhere a little less busy?”

Kefira said nothing. She just stood up and took Mered’s hand, guiding him down the hall. Mered looked over his shoulder to see two men in black suits following at a distance. He had to get them closer.

Further into the hotel, Mered stopped Kefira and backed her up to the wall. He kissed her softly, freezing her where they stood. “Stay here,” he spoke softly.

She nodded slowly. He walked toward the corner where the men that were following turned it. He grabbed the first man by the head and slammed it into the sharp corner. The second man drew out his handgun, but Mered grabbed his wrist and snapped it. The agent then landed a roundhouse to the attacker’s temple. Both men lay on the floor unconscious.

Two more assailants came from the other end of the hall with their guns drawn. They must have heard the commotion from the altercation with their partners. Mered pulled out his own handgun, opening fire before they could even fire off a shot. The fourth man got off a few shots before Mered shot him several times. What looked like blue veins spread through the man’s face as he fell to the ground. Mered turned to Kefira who was sitting against the wall, shaking where he had left her.

“Mered,” Kefira barely managed a squeak. “What is happening?”

The young man pulled her up to her feet. “Kefira Levy, my name is Mered Rainer. I’m an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. I’ve been assigned to protect you. Now, I need you to come with me. There is a safe room just down the hall. We need to go there and I’ll explain more there. Do you understand?”

Kefira looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with fear in her eyes. She looked at each of the four men that lay on the floor. “Are they–”

“Unconscious,” Mered interrupted. He showed her his weapon. It was a semi-automatic pistol with blue accents on the back of the slide. “It’s an icer. It temporarily incompacitates its target.”

“Agent Rainer,” Hill called. “We lost our birds-eye view in the main banquet hall.”

Mered took a deep breath. This night kept getting better and better. “Come with me.”

He led the young woman down the hall to the door of a hotel room. Unlocking the door, he ushered Kefira into the room. He sat her down in a corner next to the bed. “Stay away from the window. I’ll be back.”

He went into the bathroom. He changed his tuxedo for his tactical suit. An all black combat kevlar combat uniform, complemented by brown, fingerless, leather gloves, brown belt, and boots. Donning a helmet that fitted itself to his head he looked in the mirror. The helmet had a face covering and a transparent visor. A symbol resembling a white eagle marked his shoulder.

One last look in the mirror. At a second glance he decided to remove the helmet. Kefira was scared. She needed to see a friendly face. He walked out of the bathroom and knelt down next to Kefira. Tears had streaked down her face. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She was probably used to threats, but it is different when the threat is real. He handed her his icer.

“Take this and stay here.” Mered ordered. “Do not leave this room.” He put his helmet back on, grabbed an extra icer and cracked open the door.

He made his way, clearing the way to the banquet hall. He looked up to find a gunman on the catwalk where an agent was supposed to be. His rifle was aimed at the stage.

Thinking fast, Mered grabbed a champagne glass and hurled it as hard as he could. The glass seemed to fly like a bullet, hitting the railing and showering the shooter in shattered glass. The man cried out in pain as guests looked up in confusion.

Mered had to get up there before the shooter recovered. He ran for the bar. Using it as a jumping point, he pushed off the bar and leaped to the railing. He pulled himself up and shot the gunman with an icer.

He put a finger to his ear. “Agent Hill, get everyone out now! This is only going to get worse.”

Down below guests were ushered out of the banquet hall. The door leading to the catwalk opened. Three people with assault rifles entered through the opening. Mered lunged at the first man, grabbing the rifle and elbowing him in the nose. The man’s nose cracked from the blow, letting go of the gun. Mered turned the gun around, shooting the second man.

The third man managed to rush Mered and kick the rifle in his hands away. Mered threw a punch aimed for his head, but it was blocked. The man he faced was broad shouldered and was about an inch shorter than himself.

The man tried to kick Mered’s side, but he managed to deflect the blow. Mered attempted another punch only to have it countered by a fist to his gut. The attacker landed a thrust kick, sending him stumbling back.

Dazed and irritated, Mered pulled out his combat knife. In just a few quick motions the blade found itself in the chest of the attacker. Mered let the man fall and looked over the catwalk. Several people in tactical gear came into the empty dining hall. One of them looked up and opened fire. Mered jumped, landing behind the bar and pulling out his icer.

He covered his head as glass shattered around him. He fired blindly, but it was no use. He was pinned down. The sound of another icer went off, followed by the collapse of one of the enemy agents. Mered looked around the wooden cover to find Kefira standing in the hallway.

Mered felt adrenaline rush through his system. “Get to cover!”

He sprinted to the young woman as bullets went flying. Mered grabbed her and jerked her behind cover. Something wasn’t right. His hand was wet. He examined Kefira to see blood dripping from her side.

Now panic was starting to kick in. “Levy’s been hit! I need reinforcements now!”

“We’re sending in a strike team.” Agent Hill replied. “Get her to the back exit. Extraction will be waiting.”

Another blast went off, followed by gunfire. Mered picked up Kefira and bolted for the back entrance. Outside in the alleyway was a black SUV. He loaded her in and sat by her side. He held her hand as a medic tried to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay, Kefira. Just hold on.”

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