Right above the Captain a large helicopter like machine aims a gun at Loki. Wind is blowing everywhere and Lydia, Ariel and I are hiding behind a large oak tree. "Look guys!" I start, "It's the Quinjet!"

"This matters because..?" Ariel questions.

"Duh! Black Widow has officially arrived, remember?" I say.

Suddenly a light seems to shine on the area from the Quinjet and Natasha voices what we were all thinking, "Loki, drop the weapon and stand down."

Like greased lighting, Loki sends a blast of blue at the Quinjet. Natasha maneuvers it just in time, giving Cap the time to throw his shield at Loki. They both begin to duke it out. Loki flings Cap to the ground. Cap then throws his shield, but Loki swats it away like it was just a fly. Cap, using fighting moves that would have taken any normal person down, is knocked down by Loki. Standing over him, Loki points the scepter's tip on his helmet. "Kneel," Loki demands.

"Not today!" The Cap yells as he flips and knocks Loki down with his leg. Loki grabs him again and flips Cap over. This seems to continue for quite a bit until suddenly 'Shoot to Thrill' by AC/DC blares through the tense scene. Meanwhile, me and the girls are still watching this with wide eyes.

"This is so cool!" I whisper, "I get to see Loki with his tricky ways fight like the true boss that he is!"

Ariel smirks, "Told you guys it would be fun. And look, nothing bad is happening either."

Lydia sighs, "I still don't think we should be here. We should be trying to get back to campus. I don't want to miss class. And-"

Suddenly there's a large blast from above which destroys the tree we were hiding behind and throws us backwards. I moan as I hit the ground and there's a loud ringing in my head. I slowly lift my head and notice the disaster and chaos all around. There are people screaming and running to leave the area. I see Lydia and Ariel to my left and my eyes widen when I see some blood on them. I start to crawl towards them despite the pain to make sure they're alright. But before I even get close to them, feet are blocking my path. I strain my head upwards to look at the person blocking me from my friends and I see Captain America.

"Ma'am," he starts, "Are you okay? What were you doing so close to this area?" Everything he says is barely comprehensible to me and I just stare blankly at him. He looks like he's talking to himself. "Romanoff, I've got three civilians in the area. Two seem to be unconscious but the other is barely awake. She's bleeding profusely. Orders?"

There's a long silence and after a few seconds his face seems to contort into a frown. 'How unattractive,' I think to myself.

"Are you sure? That can't be safe," he says hesitantly, "…yes ma'am." He then leans down and picks me up bridal style and asks if I'm comfortable. I give a slow, weak nod.

"My friends…what about…friends?" I slowly get the words out that I want to say. 'I can't leave them there.'

"Don't worry," Captain starts, "They'll be right behind us. There's an emergency vehicle coming. We just need to get you medical attention soon." I nod again and lean my head against Captain America's chest. A couple of seconds later I am being laid onto a cold, metal. 'This is okay. I'll just take a small nap,' I think.

"Hey," Stark appears with Loki in tow, "I wouldn't fall asleep if I were you. You may have a concussion and once you're off in La La Land, you may not wake up to see this handsome face again," Stark finishes by dramatically gesturing to his face.

I give a weak scoff, "I think anything would be better than waking up to your face, old man."

"Ooh! Harsh for a girl who could be dying as we speak. You sure you want that to be your final words, sweetheart?" Tony asks sardonically.

"Stark!" Captain yells in protest. I would have too if I hadn't watched all of the Iron Man movies and both Avengers movies. Though Tony may seem like he doesn't care, he really does. He may be a sarcastic, egotistical know-it-all on the outside, but he's a total softie on the inside. 'Tony's actually kind of sweet. He's trying to make sure I don't fall asleep. He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to believe,' I think to myself.

"What's wrong, Capsicle? I'm just trying to make sure she doesn't go to sleep," Tony says. He then looks straight at me and smirks. "But maybe I should let her sleep. Enough sleep could get rid of those wrinkles." 'Ya know what? I take everything back.'

I scoff, "Where'd you pick up that joke? The 1920's?"

Stark grins, "I get the feeling you and I may get along. What's your name?"

"It's Gaby," I say dully.

"Well, Gaby, I-"

Suddenly, before Tony can finish his sentence the Quinjet shakes and thunder sounds. 'I remember this part. Thor finally appears. And that means, another epic fight scene!' I look towards Loki and see the slightly fearful expression on his face. Tony seems to notice too.

"What's wrong? Scared of a little thunder?" Tony teases.

"No. It's what comes after that I'm not particularly fond of," Loki says hesitantly.

I laugh weakly and slowly edge away from the back of the Quinjet. Suddenly, there's a loud thump coming from the roof and everyone seems to look up at the same time.

"What was that?" Natasha asks. Before anybody can answer, the ramp at the back of the Quinjet begins to forcefully open. Tony begins to walk towards it.

"Wait! Tony!" I scream over the loud winds, "I'd step away from there if I were you!" Sadly, I'm ignored and he continues to walk over to the opening ramp. 'Poor guy,' I think to myself, 'If only Ariel and Lydia were here.' As the ramp finally opens, Thor appears, cape and all. He walks right up to Loki, grabs him by the collar, and jumps out of the Quinjet.

Tony puts his Ironman helmet back on, "Now there's that guy."

"Another Asgardian?" Natasha questions.

"No," I say sarcastically, "It's obviously just some normal guy who decided to dress in medieval armor, grab the dangerous hottie, and jump out and pray that he can fly." Everyone stares at me. "Sorry," I say, "I'm in pain. I get mean when I'm in pain."

"That's not the issue. But thinking that hot? You think Reindeer Games is hot but I'm apparently old?" Tony complains.

Cap interrupts, "Stark! Now's not the time," he looks towards Natasha, "Think he's a friendly?"

"Doesn't matter," Tony states, "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract is lost." He walks towards the opening of the plane, about to jump.

"Wait!" Cap yells, "We need a plan of attack!"

"He's got a plan. Attack," I say smugly.

Tony looks at me, "Took the words right outta my mouth sweetheart. When this is over you're gonna work for me." He then jumps straight out of the Quinjet. I laugh again until I feel eyes on me. I turn to see Captain America glaring at me.

"You shouldn't be encouraging him," He says sternly while getting on a parachute. I just shrug at him. He gets the parachute on and walks towards the Quinjet opening.

"I'd sit this one out, Cap," Natasha says, "Those guys are legends. Basically Gods."

"There's only one God, ma'am," he states, "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." And with that final statement, Captain America also jumps out of the Quinjet to chase Thor. There's an awkward silence on board and I slowly turn my head towards Natasha.

"So," I start, "how's it feel to be surrounded by a bunch of stubborn men?" She doesn't answer my question.

"Why weren't you killed?" she asks instead, while flying towards the battle.

"What do you mean?"

"You were the closest to Loki's blast. You should have died. You didn't. Why not?"

"Umm, aren't I dying now?"

Natasha gestures to my stomach where the bleeding was and I look down. My shirt is covered in red but all injuries have suddenly disappeared. "What the..?"

"You can explain later. And if you don't want to give answers I'm sure your friends will. If no one wants to answer, then we have means of getting them."

I get angry, "Are you serious right now? Don't question my friends! They're hurt right now! And don't you DARE threaten me or my friends!"

She doesn't answer, but she pushes a button on the Quinjet and gets up. She walks towards me and I try to crawl away but she holds me still by the arm. I look into her eyes and see just eyes. No emotion and no feeling. Then there's a sharp pinch in my arm and when I turn to see what happened I suddenly get dizzy. The last thing I see before I black out is Natasha walking back towards the pilot chair. 'No…'