Chapter Text
A few good things about being an unwanted orphan living in a van; absolutely nothing, there are no good things.
This was Skye’s thought process as she lay across the backseat of her van, desperately trying to drown out the noise of the city and fall asleep. It seemed louder than normal tonight, which was odd, because it wasn’t a holiday, at least not that she knew of.
Eventually, she accepted that she wasn’t going to sleep, pulled on a clean(er) shirt, and stepped out of the van, locking it carefully behind her.
Skye stepped out of the ally she was parked in, hands subconsciously rubbing her bare arms to try to keep out the late-fall chill.
Everyone on the street was staring at their phones, talking in hushed whispers, and glancing around fearfully. Something was going on, something big, something everyone seemed to know about except her.
Skye raced back to her van, fiddling with her keys as she unlocked it, and slammed the door behind her. She grabbed her laptop off the dash and opened it with more force than necessary, practiced hands flying across the keyboard as she entered the password.
The first thing she saw when she clicked into Google was a series of automatic notifications.
In order, they read:
Billionaire Tony Stark killed at the hands of a volatile Russian assassin.
Faceless government agency known as SHIELD acts rashly and it has huge consequences.
The rumors are true! Aliens walk among us!
Norse myths? More like Norse facts.
Delusional man known as ‘Loki’ claims us ‘Midgardians’ were born to be ruled.
The United Nations fall to otherworldly gods!
We are not alone in the universe, and we realized it far too late.
Brow wrinkled in confusion and disbelief, Skye clicked into the second to last link, her heart rate speeding up as she read the article.
In just one day and one night, the entire Earth had fallen prey to a man from myths and legends. To say things had changed was the understatement of the century.