I do not own the Avengers story or any other pre existing content that might appear here. I only own the character of Freya Night. All other credits go to Marvel who does an amazing job! Enjoy!

If someone had told Freya yesterday that in 24 hours she would be on a plane somewhere over Germany waiting for Iron Man and Captain America to come back with an Asgardian prince as a prisoner she would probably have laughed them in the face. In no way did she think that would be a possibility. But doing what she does sometimes she will experience the unimaginable. Her job is what brought her there. How she got into that line of work, now that is a story for a different time.

Alice P.O.V

We were en route to Stuttgart, Germany to collect Mr Stark and Captain Rogers. I could see from the window of the Quinjet how the Iron suit shone like a late summer night sun in the lights the plane cast around us. One second we were landing and in and the next second I was standing and Captain America and Iron Man strode in with a man in tow. I couldn't really see what all the fuss had been about. He was just a man in weird clothes, right? His dark shoulder length hair was combed back and his eyes were so green that I wondered if they were real. The man, who I'd been previously informed was named Loki, looked around the cargo hold of the plane before finally landing his gaze on me. He smirked before sitting down, or rather being shoved into a seat by Tony Stark himself. I took my seat as Natasha prepared the plane for takeoff. A minute later we were once again in the air and I was busy trying not to look at the Asgardian prisoner a few seats over. Captain Rogers and Mr Stark eyed him like hawks, I imagine they were looking for even the smallest reason to hit him again. Once we had reached altitude I rose from my seat, not being able to handle my own thoughts anymore. That's when it happened. I glanced over at Loki for a second and I felt sick. Physically sick. Like I had the flu or something. But there was something else there along with that feeling of sickness. It was like a pull. Not any kind of pull either, a bad pull. Why? Because I was being pulled toward Loki. It took me a couple of minutes before I realized that it wasn't as much a physical pull as a mental one. I wasn't physically moving toward him, nor him towards me. But that's what it felt like. By the time I'd gotten my bearings Captain Rogers had noticed that something was up.

"Agent Night?" he said, a worried look on his face.

"Hmm?" I responded weakly.

"Are you all right?" asked the Captain. I couldn't let him know I wasn't okay. I was a professional, damn it. I nodded slowly as a response before clearing my throat.

"Yeah, I'm just not that fond of Agent Romanoff's flying skills" I said, chuckling lightly, nodding my head towards my colleague. I could hear Natasha's silent chuckle from the cockpit. I smiled lightly at that. Captain Rogers smiled at me, seeming to relax a bit.

Captain Rogers and Stark kept eyeing Loki after the Captain had made sure I was okay. I went to stand by the cockpit, trying to put as much distance between me and the Asgardian as I could. I could hear Rogers and Stark talking behind me.

"I don't like it" said Rogers, his voice a bit strained. He sounded like he wanted to kill Loki right then and there.

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" replied Stark, being his usual cocky self.

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop"

"Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What's your thing, Pilates?" said Stark. I rolled my eyes as he said this.

"What?" asked Rogers, obviously confused by what Stark said.

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle" replied Stark. I almost felt I had to step in when he said this. There's funny rude and then there's just rude. All though I had to admit it was actually pretty funny and if Captain Rogers wasn't such a caring guy I might have let it slipped.

"Okay fellas, I believe that's enough fun for tonight. Don't you?" I said as I turned to face them. At the same time I heard thunder and from the windows I could see lightning. I looked like a storm was gathering outside.

"Where's this coming from?" asked Natasha. If Natasha was asking that then it meant that it wasn't just a natural weather occurrence because if it had been the weather radar would have picked it up way before it got this close. I looked over at Loki who had a worried look on his face.

"What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?" the Captain said, looking over at Loki.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows" replied Loki. He had the most amazing voice I'd ever heard. It was like velvet. Or maybe an ice cold Coke on a hot day was a better way to describe it. Outside the thunder got worse and all of a sudden there was a loud bang and a jolt. It was almost as if something had landed on top of the Quinjet. Automatically I unhooked my gun from its holster and braced myself for what would undoubtedly come. For a second I let my eyes wonder over to where Loki sat. He looked very worried, scared even. Captain Rogers and Stark put their masks back on and prepared for what was coming. The Quinjets floor had just opened so that Stark and the Captain could go out when a man landed on it. He, like Loki was dressed in weird looking clothes. But unlike Loki this man was big, I mean huge. Like a mountain of muscles. His hair was blond and like Loki's shoulder length. He looked angry, really angry. Stark who was now in his complete Iron Man suit lunged forward which resulted in the very angry man with the really big hammer hitting Stark with said hammer, so much so that he flew backwards only to land on the Captain who dropped his shield which then flew into me. I fell down only to see the very angry man grab Loki and fly away.

"And now there's that guy" said Stark after getting up from the floor. The Captain got up after him.

"Another Asgardian?" asked Natasha.

"That guy is a friendly?" asked Rogers, seemingly out of breath.

"It doesn't matter, if he frees Loki or kills him the Tesseract is lost" replied Stark, obviously angered by this man showing up and flying off with Loki. Stark moved to the back of the plane, readying himself to go after them.

"Stark, we need a plan of attack" said Rogers.

"I have a plan. Attack" replied Stark before flying off. The Captain went for a parachute.

"I'd sit this one out Cap" said Natasha.

"I don't see how I can"

"These guys come from legends. They're basically gods" I said quietly. I'd read a lot of stories about them, at least I think it was about them.

"There's only one god ma'am and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that" replied Rogers before grabbing his shield and jumping out of the plane. How on earth was this going to work? Someone was bound to get killed. Maybe if I'd just used what I had instead of being useless Loki would still be on the plane, not getting hurt. Of course that applied to Stark and Rogers as well but Loki seemed like the primary care at that moment. I realized now that the sickness I'd felt was gone. With Loki gone, so was it. But it had been replaced with something else. Something I didn't like.

"Just sit tight" said Natasha, interrupting my thoughts. All I could do was nod in return. Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one who'd just had her world turned upside down by this man or god or whatever the hell he was. "Just don't die"

So here is the first part of my Avengers fanfic. I already know where the story is going, at least up until one specific event and where I go from there I'm not so sure about, maybe I'll need your help with that in the future. I hope you like this, I know it's not much but it's a start. I just need to get the rest onto paper so to speak. I hop that if you like this you'll leave me a review.

xx Michaela aka mindcrazed