Feline eyes fixated on the bird that flew in stairwell too. It took a moment, but Creed recognized its voice; the “consciousness” he thought was his own! He tried to pay it any attention, until he observed Odin’s overreaction. Blood, feathers and bone blasted the wall, and Creed found himself vaulting his attention back and forth between the mess and the man responsible.
Then, the feral was struck with an unsettling epiphany. Something wasn’t quite right!
“…You just blew up that bird… Barely even moved ta’ do it… So… why ain’t cha blown up Loki just as easily?! ”
Creed slowly shook his head and hulked forward.
“Yer’ scared of his monster babies… Afraid they’ll be th’ end of everything… An’ instead of takin’ care of th’ ‘problem’ like ya’ did with th’ talkin’ bird…yer’ askin’ me ta’ do it instead!”
The corner of his mouth curled with agitation.
“One of his brats is as big as a fuckin’ city! An’ lemme guess, th’ one he traded me fer’ is as big as th’ moon?! I can kill, but I gotta get in close unless I got a sniper rifle or an RPG slung on my shoulder!” Creed paused, hooked his arms upward and fanned his fingers to display his claws. “THESE ain’t gonna ge th’ job done as fast as YOU, with THAT!” he growled, pointing at both Odin and his staff.
Strangely enough, Odin’s influence was dormant. For none of what Creed claimed had nothing to do with Loki– that much he still ‘believed’ – but with Odin’s ineffectiveness for dealing with the traitor and kidnapper of his child.
“What’s stoppin’ you from getting’ yer’ hands dirty, Pops? Huh?! That ‘Tesseract’?! Have you been able ta’ kill him this whole time, ya’ lazy sack of shit?!”
Creed was close enough to forcefully shove Odin. But he couldn’t see how far the other man may have stumbled. The instant his palms pressed against fabric, that searing hot pain he felt before returned two fold. It was enough to make Creed’s legs temporarily give out, forcing him to topple onto his knees. One arm coiled around his abdomen, the other kept him upright – elbow propped against the ground!
“…Why can’t I hit you…!? Every time I think about wantin’ ta stab ya—Hgggnnhh!! Gggh!! GNAAGGHHH!!”
The pain pulsed from his core outward to the rest of his body. Nerves felt engulfed in flames, just as it did when the adamantium was first bonded to his bones.