Chapter 2: Temper Tantrums and Squabbling 'Children'

I opened my eyes, looking around, confused, and rubbing my head. I could tell that most of my injuries had been patched up but they still hurt… A lot.
"How are you?" A young-ish woman, with cropped red hair and wary green eyes asked me.
"I'm good - better than I thought, considering that I'd been thrown into a car." I nodded, and the woman smiled. I heard a chuckle and looked over to see what I thought at first was a robot, but then recognised as Iron Man, normally known as Tony Stark. Captain America was standing next to him and he was smiling too.
"What happened to Loki?" I asked, then Iron Man moved and I saw Loki sitting chained up on one of the chairs.
"Oh, cool. That's good, that you caught him. I think he's a bit mad, and he definitely has anger problems." I commented and Loki scowled, while the other 3 laughed.
"Where are we going?" I asked, and Iron Man looked at the woman.
"You can explain this to her, Natasha." He said and the woman sighed.
"We're on our way to S.H.I. 's base. That's why we're all here, apart from you. Your… arrival has been causing a bit of a stir already. But Captain America said we couldn't leave you behind – apparently, you tried to take Loki on, alone." Natasha commented and I blushed.
"Not exactly." I muttered but Captain America laughed.
"You should've seen her Nat. I've never seen any civilian stand up to someone like Loki before. It was one of the bravest things I've ever seen." He stated and I blushed deeply, while Loki scoffed. I glared at him, all blush gone and he scowled.
"What's wrong, Loki? Scared to admit you got beaten by a teenage girl?" Iron Man taunted and I sniggered.
"Stark, don't antagonise him." Natasha warned but Iron Man shrugged.
"He's not going anywhere." Captain America commented, as lightning and thunder echoed throughout the air. Natasha looked around, nervous.
"Where is this coming from?" She asked and anyone could see the fear in Loki's eyes.
"What's wrong? Scared of a little lightning?" Captain America asked, scoffing.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki answered, as something hit the roof. Iron Man opened the door to the plane, and someone dropped down.
The man was tall and had a very stocky build. He wore plated armour and his long red cape blew in the wind – his blond hair was messy and his face was impassive as he strolled into the plane. I knew him, of course – not personally but my older sister knew him and had told me everything about him that she knew. Thor went straight up to Loki and ripped away the straps keeping him on the chair and picked him up before using the hammer, swinging it around to fly off.
"And now there's that guy." Iron Man muttered, heading towards the door. I shivered as the cold air blew through, wrapping my thin jacket around me.
"Another Asgardian?" Natasha questioned.
"That guy's a friendly?" Captain America asked, having to shout over the wind.
"Doesn't matter, if he frees Loki, or kills him, the Tesseract's lost." Iron Man stated.
"Stark, we need a plan of attack."
"I have a plan: attack." Stark answered, before flying off. Captain America sighed, before grabbing a parachute and beginning to put it on.
"Take me with you!" I begged, as Natasha protested.
"Why? It won't do you any good, if you get killed. And your fighting skills earlier were impressive but you need to rest." Captain America argued but I scoffed.
"I'm not going to fight." I laughed. "I'm going to do what I do best – talk. Trust me, it'll work." I argued, and Captain America sighed.
"Fine. But if you get killed, don't blame me." He snapped and I grinned.
"You're funny; I'm not going to die." I laughed, before strapping on a parachute and grasping his hand.
"You sure about this?" He asked and I nodded.
"Positive." I answered, and closing my eyes, we jumped.

We could see the fight between Thor and Iron Man from miles away and I rolled my eyes. Typical Stark – even I knew what he was like, and I had only heard about him on the news.
"Hey!" Captain America shouted, as we landed on a rock above the fight clearing.
The two men ignored him and Captain America got ready to throw his shield but I put hand on his arm to stop him.
"That's smart." I told him sarcastically. "You'll just turn the fight on us." I explained and Captain America shook his head.
"What's your idea then?" He challenged and I grinned.
"OI! Stop it, fools!" I shouted and they both turned to me.
"Who are you?" Thor asked and I shrugged.
"I said, who are you?" Thor threatened, lifting his hammer.
"Oh yeah, charming. Threaten a 17 year old with a hammer. Your brother Loki already tried that, with a Sceptre. It didn't go down very well." I answered and Thor smirked.
"Who are you?" Thor asked a third time but it wasn't threatening – it was more curious this time and I felt more comfortable answering it.
"Alison Foster." I answered and Thor tilted his head to one side.
"Foster? Are you related to Jane Foster?" He asked and I nodded.
"She's my older sister." I said and Thor nodded.
"What are you both doing here?" Stark asked and I gave him a withering glare.
"Because otherwise we knew that you'd both start fighting – you just can't keep it under control, can you, Stark?" Captain America snapped but Stark argued back.
"He hit me first!"
"You insulted me and my brother!"
Insults and accusations flew and I sighed, groaning. I could see Loki in the distance and knew he could see and hear everything that was going on down here, and it was clearly obvious he was enjoying every minute of it.
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE BEHAVING LIKE TODDLERS!" I screamed and everyone stopped to stare at me. "I know 3 year olds who are better behaved than you three. We need to get back to the plane, and we need to make sure that he," I pointed to where Loki was standing, "doesn't escape. And we can't do that, unless you behave like adults instead of squabbling children." I snapped and Thor whistled.
"She has temper, this one. Okay, child. Let's go back to the plane. I see you have inherited Jane's talent of determination too." Thor commented and I felt the heat rising to my face again.
I wasn't used to getting compliments – especially ones off good-looking people…