AN: -This is my first real fan-fiction in a while, and I would really appreciate it if you reviewed with some constructive criticism and stuff.

-I'd like to say thanks to my friend Milena for helping me with some ideas as well.

-I own absolutely nothing in this fanfic, Marvel owns it all.

Amora didn't say a word to Loki as she buckled him into his seat. Their eyes met for a moment before she stood and turned away.

At this point in time, they were on a jet to the Helicarrier from Germany.

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers bickered with eachother about what had just happened whilst the girl and Loki stared at eachother with unreadable expressions on their face. He observed her closely as glared at one another. She had golden blonde, wavy hair in a side ponytail, eyes that were a piercing green, accented by the dark eyeliner she wore, and pale skin.

A clap of thunder slightly shook the jet, and Loki broke the eye contact to look up at the ceiling, looking slightly worried.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked the god, "Afraid of a little lightning?"

"I'm not overly fond of what follows."

Suddenly, there was a loud thud on the roof and the back of the jet opened into the night. Everyone's eyes widened, including Loki's, when Thor jumped down onto the opened door. He grabbed Loki from his seat and flew away, out of sight. The 3 remaining people exchanged surprised looks before Stark flew into the dark after the two Asgardians.

"You have got to be kidding me." Amora said to herself as she stood in the open doorway with a parachute on her back. The wind was too loud, so she couldn't hear what Natasha had said to Steve as he put his parachute on. If she were to say she wasn't scared at that moment, she would have been lying straight through her teeth.

Before jumping, she felt Steve grab her hand and squeeze it reassuring. She looked over and he gave her a smile before letting go. She quickly patted her pocket to make sure she had her gun, and felt a tiny bit relieved when she felt it. She took a deep breath and jumped.

It wasn't very long before she hit the ground. She quickly got off the ground and pulled at her gun. She pointed it straight at Loki as she cautiously walked towards him. The wind blew her hair in her face, but she disregarded it, never letting her eyes look away from the back of Loki's head.

He couldn't see that he had a gun pointed at the back of his head, but he knew that he did. He could hear the deep breaths Amora was taking, trying to calm herself down. A smirked escaped his lips as he watched the fight between his brother and Iron Man be interrupted by Captain America.

Amora was shaking alot. Partly from being terrified, and mainly because it was so damn cold on that hill. She almost misfired when her finger almost hit the trigger due to her shaking. She loosened her grip on the gun for a little bit but tightened it again once she heard the quiet laugh that came from Loki.

"Don't." Her voice was feeble, and her stomach flipped as she said the single word. His hand grabbed her wrist tightly and twisted, forcing her to drop the weapon.

"Do you really think you can stop me with that?" He asked her menacingly. His voice was cold and deep. As he spoke, Amora felt a shiver down her spine. She didn't know know to respond, nor did she want to. She struggled to swallow a lump that had formed in her throat as she stood, paralyzed by fear, and watched Loki walk around her in circles.

"I thought not."