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Chapter 1 - The Powerful Stowaway

The air, crisp and fresh, blew the trees that night with a sort of feeling as if it knew a secret of great importance. Tony never particularly enjoyed the woods, in fact he would be happy to never leave the city, but business is business. Fury had been crystal clear when he informed Stark of the mission at hand. There had been an abnormal energy count picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. The fact that the energy count seemed similar to the situation in New Mexico from a few years back didn't sit well with S.H.I.E.L.D. To reach the sight of where the energy readings had been located and to identify the threat was the job Fury had assigned Tony. Given that the last time something like this had happened, several people had died, Stark was sent due to his reputation regarding his Iron Man suit. Fury had seemed slightly reluctant to give the job to Stark because of the rep. Tony had around his judgement, however Tony was the most suitable person for the assignment - no pun intended- therefore the mission was his.

As he sat there at 3 O'clock in the morning in the tree he had decided would do for a "make shift" look out tower without drawing attention to himself, he started playing around with the app. he had downloaded into his suit to see what he could do with it. Thus far he had managed to decipher all the script and pull apart the different electronic components until the original app. was only a series of java code deeming the app. unrecognizable to any who were unfamiliar to programing.

Boredom never sat well the Tony; this time was no different. However, it didn't last long, for when Stark had completely dismembered the program the thing he had been waiting for happened.

"Finally, some excitement." Tony started to say before silencing himself as a figure emerged from out from between the trees.

The figure was tall and lengthy, with a walk that seemed more like a proud strut even through the brambles down below. Tony couldn't quite get an adequate look at the figure to determine whether or not he knew them or not. But as they passed into the light at the edge of the woods where the trees met a meadow, he noticed the figure was dressed in green and black. Tony didn't think the figure to be much of a threat, but as he watched he noticed it was a man with black hair that fell to his shoulders. The man wore all black - boots, jeans, tight fit leather jacket, and shades - except for his green shirt. A biker perhaps, Tony thought amused. Doing what here exactly? Then the man turned and let his eyes trail up the tree to where Tony was seated. The blood drained from Tony's face leaving it chalk white when he saw the man give him a smirk. Tony knew that smirk. Even in the darkness that engulfed the forest, Tony recognized the way the man's lips grew thin across the man's face. The last time he had seen those crazed, crystal, blue eyes he had felt relief as they disappeared along with the Tesseract. He never thought he would ever see them again, but here they were.

Loki let the smirk slide off his face and turning, began to walk across the small meadow. Once he reached the other side, he reentered the forest without even paying a glance over his shoulder to see if Stark was following him. Then it dawned on Tony why he hadn't checked.

He didn't just know I was here, he knew where I was... Where I am.

New York had been enough for Tony to know what power Loki could wield, he didn't need reminding. Without farther ado, Tony powered up his suit's engines and flew away at full speed headed straight for S.H.I.E.L.D. head quarters.

He never made it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere, Asgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The long walk from the library to the palace would have been too much for an average Midgardian to complete in under 30 minutes, but the golden prince of Asgard arrived in just under 10. The city had been a rushing mass of people going about their daily lives stopping every time they saw the man walking with a purpose in his step. Citizens of Asgard in turn gave a polite bow and smiled to their prince before returning to their tasks. The prince however was in no mood to acknowledge the people's greetings. He had to get to the palace as fast as he could for he had just received news that there was a grave emergency that could only be discussed with the All-Father behind closed doors. Naturally, swiftness was more in the right of priority now, than was courtesy.

At the Prince's arrival, the gates flew open and Thor passed though with a mere nod of gratitude directed toward the guards. What the All-Father had to tell him was unknown, however it seemed like perhaps a spark of excitement would come with it, and the Norns knew he needed a distraction from his sorrows.

Moving through the corridors like a ghost in hasty flight, the prince drew nearer to the thrown room. As he approached he noticed his friends off to the side whispering rather too quickly to pass off as a casual conversation. For half a second Thor contemplated whether to stop and quickly engage with them before passing on, but thought better of it. Instead he marched up to the enormous, gold doors of the thrown room, shoved them open, and with a hopeful air, walked inside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere, Midgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The trees had done well to conceal him as he maneuvered his way through the brushes and brambles of the forest floor. He had sensed the Man of Iron from 50 feet away, yet decided to pay him no heed as the were more important things on the agenda. This world suddenly needed him and he wasn't about to give up this opportunity.

Gracefully passing through an open meadow, Loki reentered the woods and made his way up a steep hill. There was almost nothing that could stop the God of Mischief when he was up to no good, but there was truly nothing in the universe that had been able to stop Loki when he was right about something and went about situations in a less than selfish way. This time he had no plans of being defeated.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere, Asgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thor had stood at the foot of the steps that lead to the All-Father's thrown for a whole of 3 seconds before he gave up on excitement, and gave in to fear. The look on the All-Father's face was the thing that did it. There was nothing but worry set in Odin's one visible eye.

Bowing down on one knee and crossing his arm cross his chest, Thor stared at his father waiting with anxiety to hear as to why he had been summoned. Before the Old king could open his mouth however, Thor noticed that the All-Father's ravens where missing from there unusual places. This was never a good sign.

"Arise my son," Odin offered with wariness in every word.

"What is it Father? Has something gone wrong?" asked Thor, not wanting to hear the answer.

The old man hesitated before replied. "Indeed. I am afraid my son, your brother, has escaped the prisons of Asgard and his whereabouts are unknown. It seems he has found a way to conceal himself from Heimdal's all-seeing eyes. However," again he hesitated before he continued. "We have reason to believe that for whatever reason, Loki as returned to Midgard."

Shock of Loki's escape and then fear of what Loki maybe up to engulfed Thor. The last time Loki was in Midgard, no one had had a happy ending. No one.

"Again you must go after him. Again you must rein him in, but this time you will not be set alone. You may choose a small group of warriors to accompany you on your quest."

Odin paused for a moment before saying, "I would ask that you refrain from letting your mother know of this. I do not want to needlessly cause her worry."

As Thor listened to his father's ever word, he wondered what he would face when he reached Midgard. What destruction had Loki already caused? How much more grief would proceed this new journey? Why would you do this to yourself, Brother? To us? All of us? Thor thought to himself. Why can't things be like before? Although the question was genuine, Thor already knew the answer. Who am I to think these thoughts? Loki will never forgive me of my trespasses I have cruelly done against him. Why should he? I was horrible. My poor, little brother, how could I have done this to you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere, Midgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Reaching the top of the hill, Loki took a look around. Below him, parked in a clearing, was a large flying vehicle of some kind. The Norse god had no idea what it was called, nor when it would depart, but there was one thing he was sure of. Clearly written of the side of the flying contraption was the inscription: S.H.I.E.L.D.

Is this their idea of blending in? Mortals do seem to enjoy putting their names on the things they are proud of, don't they? First Stark Tower, now this? It's a wonder they get anything done in their short life span when they are busy claiming and flaunting possessions so very often. Perhaps that's why it took so long to-

Loki's thoughts cut off when his attention suddenly shifted to the figures clad in black that were approaching the craft. There were only three, however one had a rather petite frame and was had a head full of vibrant, red hair.

Rolling his eyes, Loki waited to see if there were any more of those irksome creatures known as The Avengers hanging around like Stark and Romanoff were. A quiet feeling crept up Loki's skin. Turning very slowly, so as not to be seen or heard, he crouched down and looked up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Slightly Elsewhere, Midgard ~~~~~~~~~~~

Since Loki had been silent and hidden the entire time, Clint Barton hadn't noticed the god directly below him. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had been studying the area with as much care as possible, yet Loki had gone completely unnoticed. What Agent Barton had seen, was that Natasha and two other agents were headed to the jet, ready for departure.

When one of the agents held an object in the air and flashed a red light twice, letting Barton know it was time. Sliding down the tree, he landed right next to Loki, who hadn't moved an inch. As Clint started for the clearing, he turned around suddenly to look directly at Loki but, due to the lights he had just been looking at, the forest was too dark for him to see the trickster crouching before him. With a furrowed brow, the mortal headed off to the jet at little faster than he had before. Clint hadn't seen anything, but he had a feeling as though he was being watched.

Once he reached the clearing he sprinted on board and took the seat in the back, right next to Agent Romanoff.

"What's wrong," she asked noticing his expression right away.

"Nothing," he replied. "Just a bad feeling about this place. The sooner we leave, the better."

"Don't worry, we'll be out of here in 2 minutes, 23 seconds," Natasha told him with a strange look in her eye that Barton could quite place. "We'll be okay, don't worry."

~~~~~~~~~~~ Slightly Elsewhere, Midgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Loki watched as Agent Barton looked his way, but by the way the mortals eyes weren't focusing on him, he knew he would remain undiscovered by the runt. As soon as Barton jogged away, Loki stood and silently followed him. While Clint ran up the ramp of the jet, Loki went around the side and climbed on to the loaded carrier rack beneath.

As the vehicle lifted from the ground Loki had no trouble holding on even as the wind attempted to knock him off. He might not have the strength of the God of Thunder, but he was still much stronger than the strongest of mortal and this ship had not been made to keep Gods from stowing away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elsewhere, Asgard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The purpose in the Thunder God's step had dwindled down to size by the time he, Lady Sif, and The Warriors Three made their way down to the half restored Bifrost. They had decided they would make the journey by foot so that they would have time to discuss the situation, however they ended up walking in silence. They all knew what they were going to Midgard to do; there was no use speaking about it. They had be aware of that to begin with, but Thor's friends had known he would want to selfishly - and rightly so - procrastinate fighting his brother again, so they walked.

Upon reaching Heimdal, the Gatekeeper of Asgard, Thor opened his mouth to address him, but the darker man spoke first.

"I am truly sorry to hear of what you must do, especially after having just done it."

"Yes, it is rather... regretful. Good Heimdal-"

"No, I still can not see him," the Gatekeeper cut him off. "Be wary. The Lost Prince of Asgard is more powerful than you have ever seen him. How he came by this power is unknown to me, but know this: He is dangerous, even for you.

"Now, I believe you have procrastinated long enough."

With that Heimdal turned and led them into the mangled Bifrost. Opening the portal to Midgard, the Gatekeeper had one more warning.

"If you find him I shall be unable to see you and therefore unable to help you. From here, you are on your own. My the Norns have mercy on you."

And with that, they were swept away from Asgard and hurtled toward Midgard.

Thanks for reading, I hope you like it so far, more will come later! Ado!

-Lady Spyce