Everyone turned to see the new arrival to their party, kneeling on the platform, still bathed in a mist of blue energy was a man in green and black leather, in his left hand he held a sceptre with an electric blue stone set into the top, an extreme dagger protruded into a sharp point at the end.

"Sir, please put down the spear." Fury called loudly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes "It's clearly a sceptre, look at him; he's practically screaming "I'm king of the world.""

The newcomer looked at Fury, Sherlock, then at his own sceptre.

He drew it back with supremacy and threw a huge bolt of electrical energy - narrowly missed Sherlock thanks to John's quick reactions. A volley of similar attacks shattered the computer systems killing soldiers and scientists alike, in a matter of seconds the life count in the room had halved; only leaving John, Sherlock, Fury, Barton and Doctor Selvig.

They had all been forced to the ground during the attack, the newcomer walked over to Barton as he was getting to his feet, grabbing him hand as Barton attempted a weak punch.

"You have heart." The man's voice was smooth and seemed to be British; he smiled slightly as he brought his sceptre point up to Barton's heart a blue energy moved up the sceptre and into Barton's chest.

John and Sherlock got up slowly from their place on the floor in time to see Barton's eyes turn completely black revealing his iris's to be a shocking blue. Barton relaxed his stance and holstered his gun.

"Interesting some kind of mind control, that could come in handy." Sherlock smiled.

"Not really the time for jokes Sherlock," John hissed keeping an eye on the murderer.

"Please don't, I still need that." The man had turned to face fury who had taken the Tesseract out of the machinery and into a case and was attempting to walk away unnoticed.

"To get your newly acquired army through to earth no doubt, predictable." Sherlock rolled his eyes at him.

"This doesn't have to get any messier," commented John "Let's just talk about this without any more violence." He put up a calming hand as the newcomers eyes shot daggers at Sherlock.

"Predictable? You know nothing little man." Said the man, ignoring John "I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

"Loki, brother of Thor?" Doctor Selvig said in awe as he got up from examining a colleague. Loki glared, like he hated the association.

"Loki and Thor? Like from the Norse myths?" Asked John in confusion.

"Quite, but this one looks a little too solid to be a Myth don't you think?" Sherlock looked over Loki with a quizzical glance. "Looking a bit peaky there Loki, Take a lot of power getting through that portal did it?"

"I have power you couldn't dream of." Loki sneered.

"I don't dream I deduce, it's clear you here for revenge, you've been on earth before with your brother perhaps? Sibling rivalry, I know all about that. You believe your better in every way to everyone here don't you? Friends in high places. You hold that sceptre like it belongs to you but you look at it like it was a powerful gift and you haven't gotten used to its power yet. From the files I've read, your brother Thor isn't even on this planet, yet you still bother to travel all this way just for the Tesseract, if you haven't even gotten used to your sceptre yet, you clearly don't have the power to wield the Tesseract. You're just the middle man, killing two birds with one stone, revenge on earth while you get the job done for your boss. Promise you power? Said he would make you a king?" Sherlock tilted his head to one side "Poor little Loki, Mr Real power is just a bagman."

If looks could kill.

Loki stalked towards Sherlock and came face to face, so close Sherlock could see the power in his eyes as well as the fear and anger. The next thing he knew Loki's sceptre was pressing against his chest, he shot a glance at John before everything when black.


Dun dun Duuuuuun shall I continue?

I don't own Sherlock or Avengers, I'm not that cool (But I do have a bow tie.).