Hello! Sorry for the wait, but here's the next chapter. Wrote the first half a while ago, and finally got around to finishing it! I apologize for any errors; I'm not very skilled at editing… And yep, there's no slash in this! This is not that story! Ha ha! So, sorry for misleading you if any of you are following this for that reason! And uh, just forewarning…

LOKI'D! ehehehehe!


But he wasn't.

His face was different. Entirely. It wasn't Loki. Not at all. But whether he was Loki or not, there was no way in hell I was kneeling to this bastard.

"CLINT!" With one last calculating look into the man's dark brown eyes, I lept backwards and fired an arrow straight at his chest. The man laughed, and with a swipe of his arm, a shimmer of green appeared, deflecting the arrow.

"Shame. I'll take that as a 'no'." He lunged forward, hand extended for my neck, but I swung my bow, the edge coming in contact with the back of his hand. He cried out as anger flashed in his eyes, but just as he began to kick out, we both heard a vicious growl. I flung myself backwards out of the way just in time to avoid getting full-out slammed by the Hulk as his great, green body catapulted on top of the sorcerer.

"Guys, he's not Loki! I don't know who the fuck he is, but he's not Loki!" I yelled into my earpiece, grabbing an arrow from my quiver.

"Barton? What are you saying?" Natasha's voice rang clear in my ear.

"He said- shit!" I was cut off when suddenly sharp, cracked shards of concrete shot out in a half-moon shape as if propelled by a multi-bolt crossbow from the sorcerer. The Hulk released a mind-shattering growl, and I looked up again to see concrete protruding from his chest. I released another arrow, the thin projectile speeding lethally towards the man. He almost didn't notice, but with a quick, lithe movement, he dodged it and sent a razor shaped sheet of green magic careening my way. My eyes went wide as I brought my left arm up to shield my face and brace myself for the hit, but suddenly there was a crash in front of me and a blast of electricity as the magic dissipated in the air. I looked up to see Thor crouched in the broken street in front of me, his hammer extended and large red cape fluttering to the ground.

"Stand back, Barton." Thor warned protectively. On any other occasion, I would have been offended, but at the moment, I found myself too confused to put my fight together.

"Clint, please!"

"The guy said he was Loki! But look at him! He's not!" I straightened, looking around Thor's broad back at the leather-clad man who had introduced himself as Loki. This man was stockier, with broader shoulders. And he wasn't wearing the same outfit, his consisted of a floor length leather vest with gold lined detailing, and a tight green, shortsleeved shirt beneath it, with black pants and boots with gold buckles. But no armor. And no pointy, shiny helmet.

"You are not my brother." Thor declared, his hand tense on his hammer. The other man grinned, magic swirling and flickering in his open palm.

"Of course I'm not, Thor Odinson. I was never your brother." He answered. "But howabout we humor eachother for justttt a moment. 'Cause I'm in the mood for a rather deadly brotherly duel." The sorcerer laughed, his head falling back with the action. Just then, the Hulk launched himself at 'Loki' again.

"Nice try, big guy!" The man said, and threw his ball of swirling magic at the Hulk's chest. It hit and dissipated, the magic fading into a thin but eery smoke that hovered about the monster's head, slipping in through his nostrils. My eyes hovered, instantly recognizing a potential issue as the Hulk stumbled, shaking it's large head rapidly as if to clear a foggy mind.

"I do not understand... You cannot- You are not Loki!" Thor yelled, still fixated with the man who claimed to be his... not-brother.

"Thor- I think we might have a bigger... greener problem now." I said warily, as the Hulk's eyes began to glow and it's muscles fluctuate as if something was coursing through them. It only took a moment more for the large body to snap into a rigid stance, it's suddenly deadly sight locked immediately on the God of Thunder.

"Consider this revenge, you dull creature! And regret what you have done!" The man in leather yelled at the Hulk, before muttering something and disappearing in a flash of green.

"You can beat me once, but I will not allow a second time! Have fun, my dear Avengers! Enjoy what you have created... And be wary of who you trust." The man's ominous voice resounded throughout the entire street, echoing off the buildings despite the lack of his physical being.

"What the hell's going on, Barton! Talk to us!" The Captain's urgent voice rung in my ear. I stood beside Thor as we stared up at the Hulk, who stared back down at us.

"Um... not quite sure. But if you could care to stop by-" My voice faded as the Hulk's apparent transformation completed and I stared in awe as the large green man glowed even greener.

"Shit. He's possessed, isn't he." I said flatly, knocking an arrow and widening my stance. It wouldn't help to hold anything back. Plus, whoever the hell that was was going to get the shit beat out of him; how dare he use mind control.

"I'm afraid so..." Thor replied. The God's face was hesitant and conflicted as he raised his hammer. Suddenly Iron Man landed beside us, straightening and then raising his hand repuslors warily.

Then everything changed when the Hulk attacked. (LOLLL)

It came with a roar that shook every standing structure on the street, rattling the very supports and sending waves through the panels of glass lining each facade. My team and I stumbled backwards with the force, and winced eternally remembering the last time we had faced the Hulk. That was aboard the Helicarrier. And now this was Time Square. Shit.

He slammed both of his fists down, absolutely shattering the concrete road slabs and busting a fire hydrant beside his left foot. Water propelled itself into the air like a geyser as we began launching attacks left and right. Thor with his hammer, Iron Man with his reactor blasts, and soon enough, Cap with his shield and Widow with her twin pistols. Much to our dismay (though also to our expectation) none of our attacks, save those of Iron Man and Thor, had any affect on the rage monster. And if he wasn't in a rage then, he was now.

He let out another growl, and grabbed a taxi cab behind him, letting it sail right at us. The cab spun multiple times in the air, and I instantly predicted it's deadly path and imminent roll. I looked to my right to see Natasha trying to do the same, but it an instant, I had grabbed her by the waist and we crashed onto the ground as the cab flew over our flattened bodies.

"Thanks," She breathed, staring into my eyes for just a moment.

"'Hafta keep you safe, don't I?" I replied, grinning up at her.

"You try too hard." She then lept to her feet, and pulled me abruptly to my feet as I let out a short laugh. True.

When Thor threw his hammer, it missed the Hulk's head by a foot, but as it flew back to Thor's awaiting hand, it slammed into the back of the green man's head. The hulk roared again, and turned at the waist, but instead of hitting Thor, he threw both of his fists into the side of the building next to him, shattering glass and bending supports. As he pushed harder, the entire building shifted with a huge groan. But loader than that groan were the cries and screams of all the people inside. It appeared like this was the Hulk's target, because he kept hitting and hitting and hitting to weaken the support.

Damn villains. Civilians are always fair game to them.

"I'll distract him!" Tony yelled, taking flight and hitting the Hulk with a hard blast in the back.

"Over here, you ugly high school science experiment!"

The Hulk roared and turned, swatting at Iron Man as he skillfully darted around and around him, succeeding in disorienting the monster. Meanwhile, Thor landed blow after blow at the Hulk's knees, trying to get him to fall. In his hysteria, the Hulk managed the land a solid blow on Tony, sending his metal form straight into the side of a building.

"Shit!" I exclaimed when things turned bad again. I could hear the civilians continue their screaming, and I knew the photos and the captions that would show up in the news tomorrow... Superhero Team Forced to Fight Against Their Own Teammate; Is this team really as strong as we thought, and will this happen again? I grimaced. Bastard. I set sail another arrow at the Hulk's eyes, but he jerked backwards and my arrow lodged itself in his cheek. He just roared and ripped the shaft out of his skin. This was not looking good at all...

The monster grabbed another car, and let in sail into a side building, glass and shrill screams raining down around us. Fury was going to kill us for this.

"Over here!" Cap yelled, just as his shield slammed into the Hulk's head. This earned the captain his own private taxi cab. And if not for Thor's intervention, it would have been a life fare.

The hulk lifted another car, suddenly angry at the Norse God for saving his last target, and let it fly towards him. Thor, however, hit it away with a powerful swing of his hammer. Despite the Hulk's repeated failed attempts at leveling his enemies, he did not seem to lack determination, or stamina . The rest of us, however...

"We need to end this, now." Natasha said into her mic, and I glanced at her.

"Agreed." Thor replied quickly. The two of them exchanged a glance and then suddenly Natasha rushed forward, diving towards the Hulk, gun's not even brandished. What the hell was she-?

"Nat!" I yelled out as the Hulk reached behind him to grab another car to hurl at us. But that car was exactly where Natasha was. She numbly slid under the car and slapped something to the bottom just as the Hulk grabbed it. When the dark blue van got about his head, Natasha clicked a button on her belt, and the van exploded in a blast of bright orange fury. The van immediately dropped on the Hulk's head, sending him reeling backwards.

"Now Thor!" And then Thor leaped into the air, and brought his hammer down mighty hard on top of the large man's head. I expected to hear skull fracture, but instead, the Hulk stumbled, his eyes flickering and fading the glowing green until finally his pupils disappeared in his head and he fell to the ground, causing a mini tremor when his over-sized body met the concrete.

We all stood breathlessly around the unconscious mass, each of us with a mix of sweat, worry and relief on our brow. It was then that Tony decided to show up, Iron Man coming to a shaky landing beside me.

The billionaire grunted and frustratingly ripped a broken forearm piece off his hand. "Someone please tell me we won't have to do that again."


"So, Agent Barton, you had the most contact with the hostile, am I correct? The recorded feed could not pick up the responses, do you care to share with us how you came to your conclusion?" Fury began, lounging back in his leather chair at the head of the meeting table. Yes, the very same meeting table we had all hoped not to be sitting around for a very long time.

"He said he was Loki. His speech, it was very similar to Loki's-" I began

"But he did say, 'my dear Avengers', didn't he? I mean, what the hell?" Tony interjected, waving a hand as if the thought was crazy.

"I admit what he said, he even continued to deny our brotherhood, was accurate, but it was the tone and word choice. It was not him. His eyes... His eyes were brown. And did not sparkle with the all-knowing, mischievous glint of my brother's." Thor said, deep in thought and seeming oddly torn.

"Look at him, look at the photos!" I gestured at the printed images laid out on the table, some close enough to see definite facial features. "It's not Loki. I really don't care what he said, he's got to be some delusional, identy-confused, wack-job or something, 'cause it wasn't Loki. That's that." I stated sternly, falling back into my chair. I was damn tired of this Loki shit. That man fucked with my head, manipulated me to fight for him and against my own team, against Natasha, and if I couldn't put arrow that same man's skull, then I was not interested in this poser.

"Barton speaks the truth." Thor said simply, crossing his large arms across his broad chest. I looked to him and couldn't help myself from thinking... damn would I kill for a build like that...

"Do you think Loki could somehow be controlling this man from Asgard?" Natasha said suddenly, all eyes turning to look at her, and then to Thor.

Thor seemed briefly taken aback, as if the thought had not crossed his mind, but then he settled back into certainty. " No, that is not possible. Loki is locked upon Asgard, and Odin has removed all of his magic." Thor offered, his voice reassuring. "My brother is powerless, he has no place here on earth any more. This is not his doing."

"Then how do you explain all the creepy green magic? The guy was packing. And it wasn't from here." Tony interjected, raising a single eyebrow.

"And taking control of Bruce... That was also Loki's skill. Well, minus the scepter." Steve added, his argument solid. We all looked to Thor again because this was all pointing to Loki, yet not...

"Those that Loki possesses can not wield his magic. He is the sole bearer. The man we fought today was a trained sorcerer, much like Loki is. It is possible that this man, whoever he may be, is from my realm and has studied the same art that Loki has."

"And he's just piggy-backing off Loki's name? I thought big bad guys wanted their own name on the wanted list, not someone elses," Tony said. Thor shifted uncomfortably.

"I... I am unsure, Tony."

Fury stood abruptly, gathering the photos and stuffing them back into his folder.

"Well, kids. Looks like we've got our new 'Big Bad'. Fake-Loki, Poser-Loki, Wanna-be-Loki, whatever the hell we wanna call him. You decide. I'll be on the look out and you guys keep your phones on. And Steve, Thor, when the screen goes black and won't turn on, it's because it's out of charge, not broken." Thor winced, probably remembering when he had come to Fury, his phone screen cracked from where he had hit it in desperation, only to witness Fury's, well, fury about Thor's 'blatant ignorance and inability to analytically assess situations'. That conversation carried 3 rooms over. Fury sighed, "Stark, help them, please." Then he walked out of the room, his leather coat flowing behind him. Then Steve a moment later, and then Thor.

I was lost for a second in thought. Decked out in pecs and huge biceps like Thor, throw in some of Steve's super-soldier strength and a bad-ass leather coat like Fury's... Standing on the top of a building with my bow in hand...Yep. I could deal with that.

"Barton, already brainstorming names, are we?." Natasha asked, patting me lightly on the shoulder. I blinked a few times in confusion.

"Wh-what?" I replied, startled. Natasha's face hitched briefly, upset that she had misguessed the subject of my pondering for once. Not like I'd ever tell her. I decided to go with it, but what names... naming fake Loki! "Oh-oh yeah. I'll have to think on that one, but at the moment I'm probably leaning towards DittoDick-Loki." I replied curtly, smiling up at her.

"Funny one. But seriously, Tony's gonna beat you to it." Natasha chided, nodding over at Tony who had been listening. I glanced over my shoulder and he mouthed, 'Oh, it's on.' I smiled and then stood, groaning as I extended my arms in a stretch. I dared a glance at Natasha, who was looking the other way, before sloppily draping my arm across her shoulders with a dramatic yawn.

"Oh-Clint!" She exclaimed, a bright smile briefly lighting up her features as she humorously shoved my arm off her shoulders. I couldn't help but laugh as she jokingly hit me in the side. As we walked out of the room together, I glanced back to Tony who winked at me. There probably wasn't anyone else that wanted Nat and I to be together more than that guy. Well, except for me, of course.


So days passed slowly. We were all pretty tightly-strung just waiting for ditto-douche-Loki to show his face. Or was it equally-douchey-poser-Loki? Tony and I did have too much fun with the name games. Unfortunately unamused by our humorous creativity, Fury banned us from coming up with any more names, and took executive action to declare that the 'hostile's' name will simply be, "The Sorcerer." Pretty lame if you ask me. Even Tony's name of Super Green Buttscratcher (abbreviated SGB) was better than that. But of course Steve didn't like that name very much, even if it was for an enemy. That guy was such a prude... But hey, America in the 40s; not much different from what I've heard.

Things were pretty normal around the Avenger's HQ, but Bruce was visibly affected by the event a few days ago. He stayed in his room a lot, or his lab, and sometimes you'd catch a glimpse of him in the kitchen making coffee for himself. The way he always hung his head, eyes too sorrowful to meet another's... I have never wanted any part of the guilt and self-loathing that poor guy felt. And no matter how much the rest of us told him it wasn't his fault, he'd just say, "If I wasn't here in the first place, that could have never happened. And who's to say it won't happen again?" And to that, we had no response.

So, we waited. Waited very similarly to how we waited before. Keeping our sights wide and our feet light on the ground, knowing something bad was going to come crashing down on our heads. But where there was an odd sense of hope previously, now we were certain that shit was going down. So we did hold our breath, because we knew it couldn't be long...


Again, sorry for the wait! Hope you liked it, reviews are always welcome! And if you guys can come up with any other creative nicknames for Fake!Loki that I can throw in there, please let me know! Haha! :)

And if you're indeed wondering, Loki WILL have a part in this story, just not right now! You'll have to wait a bit. True, it might be a long bit, but he's the grand surprise! Ehehehe! ;)

PS: Did any of you get my fire nation reference? Just curious... I couldn't stop myself. XD