Disclaimer: I do now own any of the Marvel characters. The Avengers was written by Joss Whedon, movie transcript taken from the website Scribd. As always, if you know it, I do now own it.

"For What It's Worth" written by Steven Stills, "Hand Clean" written by Alanis Morissette, and "Star Trekkn'" written by John O'Connor, Grahame Lister, and Rory Kehoe.

A/N: This is part two of Various States. Part one, Deep In The Heart, is highly recommended as a read before starting this if you want Jess (OC) and Loki's story.

Come as You Are, Leave Different

Your number has been called / Fights and battles have begun / Revenge will surely come / Your hard times are ahead

-Muse, "Butterflies and Hurricanes"

Clint Barton had seen many things in the past few days from his perch up in the rafters above the scientist's heads in the vacuum room. For the past six months or so, the blue cube they were all having kittens over had been sending out mixed signals. While they twittered over this, none of them were alarmed before today.

The blue cube confused them to no end— not that was anything new. The cube had been sending out befuddlement waves for the past six months.

Today, though, the scientists were alarmed due to the fact the cube seemed to be extra angry along with its usual massive confusion. Most worrying: Phil Coulson had no clue what was going on. This kind of frightened Clint, even if he'd never admit it to another living soul. Phil always knew what was going on. Or at least had an inkling what was happening.

Phil had no clue.

So, he had called Fury— who also had no idea what was going on.

This did not bode well.

For anyone.

"Talk to me, doctor," Nick Fury ordered as he waltzed into the vacuum chamber where the blue cube was acting as nutty as a fruitcake.

Doctor Erik Selvig poked his head out from behind some sort of machine, a concerned look on his face at the sight of Fury. Clint allowed his eyes to drift back to the Tesseract. It continued to glow and throw a tantrum worthy of a spoiled diva.

"Director."

Selvig was kind of weird. More so than the other guys who studied the cube. Selvig seemed to be extra interested in the cube.

Or something.

"Is there anything we know for certain?"

"Tesseract is misbehaving," Selvig said as if he was speaking of a badly behaved child.

Clint cast his eyes back to the doctor. Since the cube had begun to glow brighter than normal and "misbehave," Selvig had been even more weird. Six months ago the doc had really knocked it up a level when he started to call the cube "she." Then, this morning when the cube began to…channel the Mad Hatter on a bad day, Selvig really began to speak of it as if it was sentient.

He'd spent the morning talking to the cube as if it was a toddler having a tantrum.

Clint was going to advise they reassign Selvig. He'd headed around the bend big time.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" Fury inquired, a tone of annoyance in his voice.

"No. Not at all. She's…she is not only more active than usual, but she's misbehaving," Selvig said, glancing at the Tesseract. "Bad girl."

Clint glanced at Fury to find the man looking at Selvig as if he was worried for his sanity.

He should be. Clint was running out of words to describe Selvig's sanity level.

"Are you going to pull the plug?" Fury asked.

Selvig turned around and stared at Fury, giving him a look as if he thought Fury was a total idiot.

"She's an energy source," Selvig hollered. "If we turn off the power, she will turn it back on! She won't listen!"

Fury was scowling now. Well, Clint guessed he would be making a big frownie face. Fury had his back to him so Clint had to use his imagination. Selvig was looking a little gleeful, like his kid had figured out how to ride a two-wheeler that morning.

"If she reaches peak levels, I do not know what she might do. We've been getting strange readings from her for the past six months, but this time…"

Selvig waved his hands around his head and made an explosion noise, his eyes wide and a little too blue in the glow of the Tesseract.

"We've prepared for this, doctor."

"No. No, we have not," Selvig insisted, turning away from Fury and hurrying over to a computer. He pushed buttons. "Our calculations are far from complete. She's throwing off various interference radiation. It's nothing harmful, low levels of gamma radiation and another radiation I do not know. Alien. Must be alien."

"That can be harmful. Gamma and the alien radiation," Fury announced.

"Levels too low," Selvig said, flapping his hand.

Cling leaned forward a bit from his place high up above them, watching Fury turn around looking in the rafters.

"Where's Barton?"

"The hawk? Up in his nest as usual," Selvig said, glancing upwards. He waved his hand above his head, clearly having no idea where Clint had decided to perch for the day.

"Agent Barton, report," Fury's voice sounded louder and clearer in Clint's ear suddenly.

Sighing, Clint threw up his hook and rappelled down to the main floor, landing with a soft thump. Letting go of the handle, he headed over to where Fury and Selvig were standing. Fury nodded at Selvig, who was too busy being distracted by the cube to notice.

"I gave you this detail so you could keep an eye on him," Fury hissed, leaning down to talk in Clint's face.

"Well, I see better from a distance," Clint reminded his boss.

Fury pressed his lips together tightly, but said nothing in response to Clint's statement. He straightened to his full height, turning to look behind him a moment.

"Have you seen anything that might have set this thing off today?"

"No one's come or gone," Clint reported. "It's oven is clean. No contacts, no IMs. If there was any tampering, it wasn't at this end."

"This end?"

Clint rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, it's a doorway, sir. Someone's been knocking for the past six months. That's what the unknown radiation is…well, likely is."

"Doctor, it's spiking again!" someone called.

Fury frowned in the direction of the doctor and his team of idiots. They all gathered around another computer and twittered.

"Something's happening here," Fury stated blandly.

"What it is ain't exactly clear," Barton sung quietly under his breath. "There's a man with a gun over there, telln' me I got to beware…"

Fury didn't notice.

"How do you know it's a doorway, Barton?" Fury asked, not bothering to look at Clint while he eyed the ever angry looking cube.

"I…I…I'm not sure," Clint admitted, fisting his hands at his side. "But…it seems like it is. It's just not a box filled with energy. It's…well, doors open from both sides. Things have to be able to come and go."

Clint had no idea where the idea had come from that the insane blue cube was actually like a door, but it had always been in his head since he had first seen the cube sixth months ago. And it made sense.

Suddenly, the whole building shook causing everyone to stumble. Thundering sound filled the room and many of the scientist crashed to the ground. Clint braced himself and remained on his feet. Light flared from the cube, alternating between white and blue. Many of the people in the room shielded away from the light, hiding behind their hands or arms. Clint watched as light explode from the opposite end of the room and connected with the lit up white and blue cube. The white and blue light on both ends of the room combined, tangling together and the cube began to boil and shake. It bubbled till a beam of light green light exploded outward and back towards the wall the other light was coming from. There was a loud bang and the sound of two bodies hitting the floor.

"Oof," came a muffled voice over the sound of the cube was making.

The cube did calmed down upon the appearance of the two bodies. White smoke floated upwards and settled in the ceiling, while the light from the opposite end faded.

Clint moved passed Fury and headed for the platform the two had landed as soldiers moved quickly to surround the pair. He noted that one was female. She was dressed in dark jeans, bright ass shoes and a dark jacket. The larger and longer body next to her was male and dressed in all black.

"What is going on?" Fury demanded.

"Tesseract is still misbehaving!" Selvig squealed gleefully.

"Hold your fire!" Clint shouted, as the cube shook and began to boil more. As he neared the platform, the female lifted her head and shook her dark hair out of her face. She looked around, her green eyes locking on the insane cube. She looked panicked and began to tug on the dark haired man next to her.

"We're here. And, uh, Lo…"

Clint neared the pair as the girl (she was younger than him, so she was a girl) turned and looked over her shoulder.

"What?" the male asked, his head still on the ground.

"I think…I think…we're not the only ones coming through."

"MOVE! MOVE!" Clint shouted at the pair.

The man's head snapped up. Clint noted he had matching green eyes to the girl.

Behind him, the cube exploded once more with a beam of light. The light that exploded out of the cube was different from the first light that exploded out of it. Sensing danger, Clint grabbed the girl under her arms and hauled her to her feet, while the other man stood up rather gracefully for someone who'd just face-planted on the ground at high speed. The girl couldn't to operate her limbs, so Clint pretty much hauled her off to safety while her limbs flayed around like a cartoon character.

"DOWN! DOWN!" Fury screamed, waving his hands around.

There was another bang, energy crackled and a huge force plowed through the room. Clint threw himself and the girl to the ground behind one of the computer terminals as something exploded. A huge gust of wind blew through the facility, knocking things over left and right. Glass shattered, metal crunched. If felt like the air was tearing things apart. The computer terminal Clint and the girl were behind blew over as if it weighted nothing. Without thinking, Clint shielded the girl with his body as she instinctively huddled into him.

As fast as everything started, silence fell.

Clint opened his eyes. The energy from the cube formed a blue misty cloud on the platform. The cloud was thick, obscuring whatever had come through. The cloud cleared away slowly as everyone slowly stood. As it cleared, it revealed a form couched on the platform that had not been there before. The only noise was heavy breathing coming from the man on the platform.

Clint let go of the girl, who turned to peer platform.

"Oh. My. God," the girl whispered. "That's…"

The guards were already back on their feet and approaching the form with caution. The kneeling figure slowly lifted his head up, smirking the most deranged smirk Clint had seen in a long while.

"No, no, no, no," the girl muttered.

Clint hauled her to her feet, putting her behind him. He glanced at the man who had arrived with her. They were both clearly dressed as, well, Earthlings while the newest edition was in something more alien. Or he got lost on his way to the Rein Fair.

"Who is he?" Clint asked as the dark haired man on the platform stood up.

Well, both raven haired men stood. They stood at the same time, moving in the exact same manner. Clint looked between them, realizing they looked alike. Aside from the one on the platform had longer hair, looked ill and held a strange looking scepter in his hands that glowed blue at one end.

"Loki," the girl whispered as Fury yelled, "Sir, please put down the spear!"

The Man in Black (well, he had a grey shirt on that glowed in the strange cube light, but everything else was black) began scanning the room. He appeared to be plotting an attack. Or an escape. The girl remained hiding behind Clint, fisting the back of his shirt.

As nonchalant as if he were simply out for a walk in the park, Spear Guy looked at the spear and grinned dangerously. Moving fast, the guy pointed the glowing end at Fury, the Man in Black, Selvig, and Clint.

Once more, Clint dove to the side, pushing the girl out of the way and landing on top of her.

"Oof," she grunted as blue light shot out of the spear exploding somewhere behind them. Clint looked behind him and saw the Man in Black had pushed Fury out of the way, while Selvig stared, a look of amazement on his face.

He hadn't been hit. A computer terminal hadn't been so lucky, but the damaged seemed to astound Selvig in his demented state.

"Stay down," Clint ordered the girl, shoving her behind some fallen debris as the Man in Black suddenly (and mysteriously) vanished.

All hell broke loose. Machine guns began firing at Spear Guy, only the bullets bounced right off. Spear Guy thought this was hilarious. The man leered before leaping up and attacking the guards. Clint moved to help when in a blink of an eye the guards were all on the ground. Just lying there and appearing to be unharmed. The man on the platform appeared mildly confused. He stared at the scepter in his hands and the knife in his other hand. He looked behind him to where he'd started and to the spot where he had landed a few feet from one of the downed guards.

"Curious," Spear Guy said. He turned his attention to the ceiling, then scanned the room again with his eerily looking blue eyes. He took a few more steps towards the middle of the room and shouted, "Show yourself! I know you are here! WHO ARE YOU?"

"I'm no where. And no one to you."

"You stole my voice," Spear Guy shouted.

"I did not."

Clint was pretty sure the invisible voice had, as the voices were almost identical. There was a tone, some sort of emotion missing from the invisible voice that Spear Guy had.

"SHOW YOURSELF!" Spear Guy shouted, a blast of energy exploding from his scepter.

Clint fell to his knees in order to not be hit as the blast searched around for its target. It bounced around the room like a pinball.

"SQUIRREL!" the girl suddenly screamed, scrambling out from where Clint had pushed her. Clint wheeled around as he saw a flash of bright orange vanished behind another computer terminal.

"NOT THE TIME!" bellowed the voice from the ceiling.

The girl jumped to her feet, popping up on the other side of Clint. She was closer to Spear Guy.

A little too close.

Spear Guy stepped back onto the platform and zeroed in on the girl, waved his spear like a wizard might wave a wand. Clint tackled the girl to the ground once more. Something exploded over their heads. He felt burning hot something hit his back and bit his lip.

"What is wrong with you?" he hissed into her ear.

"I'm trying to save your mind!" she returned.

Clint rolled off the girl and turned around still in his crouch. He didn't get far before he realized Spear Guy was standing right in front him. He took in the guy's boots and slowly reached for his gun. The man roughly hauled Clint to his feet before he had a change to even get his hand on the gun.

"You have heart," Spear Guy stated flatly.

He seriously looked like he needed a round meal and a nap.

"Oh, no you don't," the girl said, scrambling to her feet.

She threw herself at the guy, somehow knocking him over. Clint blinked several times as the Spear Guy and Orange Shoe Girl struggled on the ground. Clint quickly pulled his gun out and aimed.

"Move!" Clint ordered, pointing his gun. He couldn't get a clear shot.

"JESSICA!"

Spear Guy got the upper hand in their struggle and hauled the girl to her feet as he stood.

"GET FURY," the girl shouted, struggling to get out of Spear Guy's hold. He had her in an iron grip by her upper arm and judging by her expression it hurt.

"Let her go," Clint evenly said.

Spear Guy responded by holding Orange Shoe Girl out in front of him at arm's length— right in Clint's way.

"You have fire," Spear Guy stated. "I think I want that."

He pressed the tip of his spear to her chest, right over her heart. The girl sucked in a lot of air and he let go of her. The girl took a step backwards, not stumbling. Spear Guy must have found something strange in her expression (or he knew she lacked the grace not to stumble), as he cocked his head to the side and muttered, "Interesting."

Turning, Spear Guy focused on Clint. The girl stepped aside and Spear Guy moved quickly. He grabbed Clint's hand with the gun, pushing it to the side with lighting speed. Before Clint could react, Spear Guy pointed the spear at Clint's heart and suddenly, Clint couldn't remember why he wanted shoot Loki of Asgard. Why would he ever wish to harm Loki of Asgard?

Loki was his boss. They were a pair, a group, a set. Clint looked up at Loki and waited for orders.

Loki had shown him the way, enlightened him to the right path. He was the commander, the boss, the one who knew what to do. Loki was right, everyone else was pretty much wrong.

"Hmmmm," Loki said, looking down at the specter. "It seems to work."

Oh some evil sprit this way comes / They told me how to fear it / Now they're placing it on their tongues

-Local Natives, "Wide Eyes"

Loki Laufey-Odinson (he was Laufey's by birth and Odin's by choice, so he was going to use both names and in Jess's words 'own it') took one look at what was going on around him, with Clint Barton rushing towards them, Nick Fury yelling in the background, the scientist all a flutter and knew something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Clint hauled Jess away and Loki jumped up to follow, stumbling almost straight into Nick Fury, who looked a combination of worried, furious and anxious.

"What did you do!" the dark man shouted at Loki as light exploded from the Tesseract and a portal opened behind Loki's back.

Loki whirled around and saw stars and the black of space before a huge gust of wind hit him square in the face, knocking him right into the Fury. The two men crashed to the ground as the wind and all other noise died out. Loki scrambled off of Fury and hurried to see who had come through.

The entire scene was a little too familiar for Loki's liking.

The smoke cleared and Loki was faced with a figure he knew, a figure he had thought would never exist.

But, he did exist.

He was right in front of Loki, looking as if he'd stepped right out of the movie Loki thought would never be.

Slowly, the figure stood up and Loki's eyes fell on the specter with it's glowing blue stone.

It was like a bad dream.

This could not be happening.

Fury appeared next to Loki, clamping down hard on his upper arm to prevent him from moving.

Loki had no interest in moving.

"Sir, put down the spear!" Fury shouted, using his free hand to motion to the other Loki he meant no harm, while at the same time indicating to the other guards to move in. "We mean you no harm!"

The Other Lo—no, Reindeer Games. That was what Jess always used when she spoke of Movie Loki, the Loki before his eyes now.

Reindeer Games cocked his head to the side as the SHEILD guards moved in closer. Loki knew that look. Even if he hadn't seen the movie, he'd know what was going to happen.

Loki did not understand. There should not be two of him, there was no way they both belonged in this reality. And this was his world, his reality, his universe. Loki could feel life, feel the tree, feel other beings and the magic in the ground linking everything together.

He belonged here.

There should not be two of him.

This scene should not be playing out.

But, Reindeer Games belonged here as much as Loki did.

That much Loki could sense. Reindeer Games belonged as much as Jess did. As much as any of them did.

It made no sense.

As Reindeer Games raised the specter to shoot Fury, Loki pushed Fury out of the way. They both tumbled to the ground. Loki used his natural grace and skill born out of training with Thor to flip himself over Fury's prone body. He landed in a crouch and looked for Jess.

Clint had tackled Jess to the ground. Loki turned his attention to Fury.

"Get the Tesseract out of here. He's after it," Loki hissed before he teleported.

Before Reindeer Games could harm the other humans and kill them as he had in The Avengers, Loki used illusions to distract RG (Reindeer Games was a mouthful) and a spell to knock the other SHEILD agents out. He knew RG would notice, but he wasn't worried about retaliation. While Loki was drained from using his magic to get him and Jess to this reality, he was in better shape (mentally and physically) than RG.

RG's magic was corrupt from the spear and whatever had been done to him by who ever had gotten to him after his fall. Loki felt it the moment the man had used the spear the first time.

RG was also in tough shape physically. Loki could almost feel the ache of the others bones within his own bones, the weariness that he carried in his heart— along with the all consuming rage, anger, arrogance, and hate.

Besides having non-corrupt magic and being in better shape physically, Loki also had the added benefit of knowing exactly what RG was going to do— and not just because he'd seen the show before. Loki knew RG, knew how he'd react to all the new instances and surprises.

Loki teleported himself up into the rafters where Clint Barton had hidden himself before the Lokis and Jess had invaded. Loki could see the whole room before him. RG stood off to the side the platform, looking between the specter and his knife in utter bemusement.

"Curious," RG muttered, lifting his head. Loki saw the dark circles and tired blueish eyes as the man gazed around the room, trying to search him out.

RG looked horrible. More so than he had in the movie— then again, the movie was a movie. Tom Hiddleston had not actually gone through whatever RG had been put through before arriving. Reality was harsher than Hollywood.

"Show yourself! I know you are here!" RG shouted at the ceiling, snarling a little.

Throwing his voice, Loki said, "I'm no where. And I am no one to you."

"You stole my voice!" RG bellowed, anger flaring up in his blue tinted eyes.

"I did not," Loki replied, tossing his voice around the room again.

"SHOW YOURSELF!"

Energy blasted out of the spear. Loki teleported around the room, leaving illusions of himself everywhere. The energy refused to halt.

"SQUIRREL!"

Loki felt his blood freeze. "NOT THE TIME!"

Before leaving, Jess and Loki had decided they needed a code word. Actually, Jess decided they needed a code word.

"In case you want me to duck," Jess had said. "But don't want to let others onto the plan. I mean, you usually know what I want, so I'll shout…squirrel! It's random."

What her shouting the word boiled down to: she was going to do something stupid.

Loki ceased teleporting suddenly as he noticed Jess had moved away from Barton. Loki almost got hit with the blue energy, as he realized what she was going to do.

She was going to attempt to prevent RG from brainwashing Clint Barton and the others. RG, upon spotting her, waved the specter and the blue energy exploded next to Loki's head. Loki threw himself to the side, teleporting back to the main floor. As he reappeared, blue sparks were falling on everyone and the smell of burnt cloth, skin and plastic filled his nose. RG moved silently over to where Clint and Jess were on the ground. Clint moved slowly off Jess and turned while still crouching till RG hauled Clint to his feet by his wrist.

"You have heart," Other Loki flatly stated.

"Oh, no you don't!"

Jess threw herself at RG. Because RG was so weak, she was able to tackle him to the ground.

"JESSICA!" Loki shouted, moving forward to drag her away from the Deranged Reindeer.

He did not get very far, as Fury grabbed his arm and glared at him through one eye.

"GET FURY!"

"What is she talking about? Who are you people?" Fury hissed at the same time.

"I'm Loki Laufey-Odinson," Loki stated flatly. "She is Jessica Witton. The other man is Loki of Asgard. You need to get the Tesseract as I instructed and get out."

"Interesting," Loki heard the RG whisper.

Fury stared at Loki with his one good eye, frowning. Fury was furious, but he made a choice. He hauled Loki with him as he went for the Tesseract. Letting go of Loki's arm, he began to gather the Tesseract as RG went around gathering mind slaves. When Loki thought Fury was taking too long, Loki helped get the cube disconnected from it's holder. The pair put it in the case and Fury locked it.

"We're leaving," Fury hissed. Loki glanced over his shoulder, noting Jess and Barton were both mind slaves. He dug his nails into his palms. Fury grabbed him by his jacket collar and turned him to face him again. "You stay with me. I've got questions."

"Please don't. I still need that," RG suddenly said. He almost sounded bored.

Fury froze for a moment, thrusting Loki behind him so RG wouldn't notice the fact Loki had the same face. Fury was a larger man than Loki, so he was shield him from view.

"This doesn't have to get any messier," Fury said, still backing up and pushing Loki while keeping a tight grip on his open jacket.

The Deranged Reindeer snorted. He turned to face Fury fully and Fury stopped moving backwards.

"Oooh, this could be messy, but you don't seem to mind," Jess said in a sing song voice.

RG smirked in a demented manner and studied the spear tip, seemingly not hearing Jess at all.

"Of course this will be messy. I've come too far for anything else," Loki softly said. He looked up slowly, an unsettling gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his thin lips. "I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

Jess snorted. RG sharply looked at her.

"Sorry, boss. They fail to realize how loaded that statement is," she cheerfully said, smiling.

RG stared at her, cocking his head to the side. He walked a few paces to stand in front of Jess and stared down at her.

"Loki? Brother of Thor?"

Selvig slowly approached RG, who glanced up, and barred his teeth at the doctor.

Loki hissed behind Fury, having forgotten the scientist. If RG didn't have Selvig, he'd be unable to open the portal in a timely manner.

"We have no quarrel with your people," Fury pointed out, his eyes still on RG. "We're…friendly with Asgard."

RG made a noise of derision, turning and cocking his head to the side.

"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."

He studied his specter for a moment. Jess snorted again.

"You planning to step on us?" Fury asked, backing into Loki. He moved the case and handed it to Loki. Loki took it, surprised to be given such an item. Fury had also let up his death grip on Loki's coat sleeve.

"I come with glad tidings, of a world made free," RG offered, still looking at his specter.

"Free from what?" Fury inquired.

"Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie," RG replied. A smile Loki did not like appeared on the other's face. "Once you accept that, in your heart…"

Like a some sort of graceful dancer, RG pivoted and placed the specter over Selvig's heart. The man's eyes went black and then faded to the misty, glowing blue of all the other minions.

"You will know peace," RG finished, with a small smile on his face as he looked at Selvig.

"Or at least you'll know the will of Locutus. You will be assimilated," Jess announced, grinning wildly suddenly. "We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill."

She shot off finger pistols, aiming at Fury, then RG and finally Selvig.

"What is wrong with you?" RG curiously asked Jess, who was still standing next to Barton.

"I dunno. I like you," Jess announced happily. She wore a huge smile on her face that reminded Loki of the one that came out when she was on cold medicine. "But you look horrible. You need to eat something, Locutus. Or, I could do your makeup. I'm a makeup expert. And I brought some!"

The ground shifted below their feet suddenly. Loki stumbled sideways. Barton reached out to steady RG (who for some bizarre reason Jess was calling Locutus), who had also stumbled.

"Oh, bugger," Loki muttered. "We need to leave. Take my hand."

Fury didn't move.

"Fury!" Loki hissed urgently.

"Sir, Director Fury is hiding the Man in Black and is stalling," Barton suddenly said, stepping forward.

"Loki. His name is Loki," Jess offered. "Well, Other Loki. There's two of you! OH! We could call you Lore and him Data— because he's not evil. I like Lore. I like you. You're pretty."

There was something seriously wrong with Jess, as she ought not to be so cheery under the mind control. Her eyes were also not glowing blue, but looked…well, like RG's eyes. Just blue instead of green.

"This place is going to blow up," Barton went on as if Jess had said nothing. "Drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us."

"Like the Pharaohs of Odin," Fury joked.

"He's right. The portal is collapsing in on itself. You got maybe two minutes before this goes critical," Selvig offered.

"Well, then…"

Jess suddenly grabbed the gun in Barton's hand and shot at Fury, who jerked backwards into Loki so fast he dropped the suitcase in order to catch the other man. The metal case hit the floor and slid away from Loki as the building jerked back and forth, making Loki stumbled sideways and backwards with the added weight of Fury. Jess continued to shoot at them, a look of concentration on her face. With one last look at Jess, Loki quickly teleported into the field he remembered the helicopter crashing into from the movie.

He introduced us to his demons / We started moving in reverse / Just when things can get no worse / That's when they do, baby

-Walking Papers, "The Butcher"