AN: Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay in posting this sequel, I've been quite busy with school, but I'm back now and writing. The whole story is complete and ready to read. So please enjoy!

Guest starring Dean Winchester and Castiel.

SPOILER ALERT! IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FIRST FIVE SEASONS OF SUPERNATURAL DO NOT READ THIS!

Anyway, enjoy.

Dean Winchester was screwed. You see, after certain events involving demons and other demonic creatures he would have to leave Lisa and Ben behind for their own safety. Ridiculous and unfair and absolutely depressing, but that was life for Dean. He could never catch a break. Once a hunter, always a hunter. Even letting your brother jump down into the pits of hell with Satan inside him couldn't get you out. Demons were dicks.

Phil Coulson knew all of this, understood all of this and was fully prepared for the fake FBI badge and sent the boy on his way back to the small town in New Mexico. Dean had no business with gods, not yet. They would recruit the young Winchester later, when he was needed. For now, he would have to sit and watch quietly from afar as they worked with the God of Thunder.

Darcy Lewis was no fool either. When confronted by Dean as Jane stared at pictures of constellations, she knew the badge was a fake, she had made plenty of fakes herself to spot one. But she liked the guy, so she didn't see the need to turn him in. On the condition he buy her a drink that night.

Of course, keeping the secret of Thor and his godliness became impossible after the Destroyer came to town and Dean stood completely dumbfounded as he watched the battle. Darcy had no problem spilling the beans, really, and she was unfazed by Dean's past as a hunter. It seemed the two had found a way to be friends without lying.

This all, is of course important to our story. As is Sherlock Holmes' suicide one month later, but that will all come into play later. Now, we go to Loki and his wife.

These two have been traveling for quite some time, first for fun and then to survive. After Loki's attempt to destroy Jotunheim, he had a bounty on his head and not to mention Hera was hunting Ursa as well. They met an angel along the way, Gabrielle he said his name was. He needed to hide, become someone knew. Loki needed a distraction, something to cover his tracks. So a deal was struck. The angel could call himself Loki and act as a trickster for his own amusement and Loki could walk free, temporarily that is.

They were being watched, a powerful person by the name of Thanos had been keeping an eye on them for quite some time. He knew of Loki and his habit of causing mischief and wreaking havoc. But what he also knew was Loki had spent most of his days learning everything he could about the world, the universe, the tesseract. He only needed to wait until the lovers were close enough and he appeared to them as an ally. It was quite entertaining to him to see Loki stand in front of his wife and act as her knight. With a flick of his wrist the small frost giant went flying, allowing Thanos to take hold of Ursa.

"There's quite a bounty on your head, little girl." Thanos smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. A pain shot through his spine and he stepped away. "My, my little girl, you've got a bit of a talent there. I've got one too." Both of his hands shot out to grab her wrists and squeeze, hard. Ursa screamed, but there was no snapping of bones like he had wanted.

"Well, you gods live up to your names." Thanos sneered and tossed Ursa to where Loki laid. The purple creature walked over in large strides and picked up the god of mischief, shaking him awake. One massive hand came up and took hold of Loki's jaw. "Listen to me, you maggot, if you want to live you will do as I say..."

On Earth, Malakai Vice took a pair of scissors from her cabinet and began to chop of the long, dead hair that had grown during her time of captivity. After eighty years it was time. The white hair had no use to her, and so she cut it until she looked like a boy. Though her face betrayed what her hair said. The smooth curves and long lashes screamed 'beautiful girl' to anyone who looked at her. But Mali did not care. For the first time in years she could finally walk free, under supervision of course.

The helicarrier was something to get used to, certainly, but at least she got to see the familiar face of Natasha, however emotionless it was. The Black Widow was the only person who she had spoken to, only thing that had kept her from going crazy in that cell.

But she had been let out only because she was needed for a mission. Typical SHIELD. After this, she would be eternally grateful to Dr. Banner. He was the only reason she wasn't staring at a white wall right now.

The wall she was staring at right now was more gray than white. With blue spots that moved. Wait, those blue spots were people passing by in blue uniforms. Mali could kill for some of that crappy coffee they served on the helicarrier right now.

That wasn't going to happen though. She had a job to do. Keep the hulk under control and use force when necessary. At least when he got here. Right now, she had to stay within the sights of Director Fury. An easy task, really, and also boring. You would think that after years of seeing the same room, talking to the same person and eating the same meal three times a day she would be fascinated by every little thing she saw. No, she was more worried about her skills being rusty than anything. Three days ago, when she was let out for the first time, she grabbed Nat and had her lead her to the gym. Two days she spent in there, wearing herself out and sleeping for the next twelve hours.

Nat woke her up by shaking her shoulders. "Come on, the Cap is here."

"Cap?" Mali asked groggily, twisting up her long hair.

"Yeah, Captain America. He's been frozen for a few decades, kept hidden like you." The tiniest hint of a smile appeared on the redhead's face.

"Is that so?" Mali rose an eyebrow. "Well lets go meet him. Maybe we can get a drink and braid each other's hair." The girl's voice was laced with sarcasm. "I need to chop this off." Mali finally managed to get all her hair up and tie it.

"There are some scissors in your mirror cabinet." Natasha nodded over to the tiny bathroom.

"Well, there's not a moment to lose." Mali stood and quickly got the scissors. After some quick chopping, Nat led her to the front deck where she was ordered to wait and stay within Director Fury's sights.

Steve Rogers was definitely something to look at, that was for sure. His blonde hair and blue eyes went well with his muscles and Mali allowed herself to stare, which honestly made the Captain quite uncomfortable. Nat had to snap her fingers in front of Mali's face when saying her name three times didn't work.

"Pay attention, Mali. I need you to lead Dr. Banner here to the lab." Natasha held Mali's chin with her fingers, which pissed Mali off to no end. But she let it go and stood.

"Follow me, doc." She said without taking her eyes off Nat. The two never broke eye contact as Mali walked out the room, a confused Bruce tagging behind slightly.

"What was that all about?" Bruce asked while they walked.

"Nothing, we just like pissing each other off." Mali smiled. "What do you think of our little piece of heaven so far?"

"I think the only thing it has in common with heaven is that it's close to the clouds." Bruce rubbed his glasses with his shirt.

"There's something we can agree on." They arrived at the lab. Mali took out her ID and scanned it, making the doors open.

"So how did you stumble upon SHIELD?" Bruce asked her as he took a look around.

"I'm an experiment gone wrong." Mali took a seat on one of the metal stools.

"What?" Bruce whirled around to look at her.

"What?" Mali gave him the same look of surprise he had on his face. And that was the end. She refused to answer any further questions he had, hoping he would let it go. But he didn't. He continued to interrogate her and question her on the secrets of SHIELD. Most times she would be silent and at some questions she gave him the most ridiculous answer she could think of.

Finally, finally a distraction popped up. They had captured Loki, quite easily too. Iron Man had a bit of fun and was happy he could now say he went one on one with the God of Thunder and lived.

Bruce stopped his questioning long enough for both he and Mali to get a good look at the God of Mischief as he passed by, smiling. Mali wanted to make a snarky comment, tease a God when out of nowhere she wanted to jump out of skin.

"Uh oh." Was all she said before sprinting from the lab. Bruce calling her name as she ran. The girl ran until she found a cell, a heavy doored one, and locked herself inside. Rainbow sparks and ten fuzzy doors are all she saw as she tried to gain control of herself again. Bending over, sitting with her head between her knees and even doing what little yoga she knew didn't help. Eventually, Nat came and found her. For a moment, the assassin looked angry, that is until she saw the panic in Mali's eyes.

"Hey, calm down." Nat rushed over to take hold of Mali's head. "You're okay here."

"Something's happened, I don't know what it is but there's something about Loki that's making my skin crawl." Mali put her hands over Natasha's.

"And you don't mean that in a metaphorical way." Nat stated rather than asked. She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Come with me." She finally said.

Slowly, Nat led her through the helicarrier by the hand. Mali kept breathing in and out slowly, her skull ready to explode. Finally they stopped at a small armory and went inside. There, they found a scruffy bearded man standing guard.

"Hello Agent Romanov." The man said with a heavy russian accent.

"Hello Fenris, this is Malakai."

AN: Hope you enjoyed this. Please review and know that I love each and every one of you who reads this!

~SDG