I stared at the Tesseract, unsure of what to say. It definatly looked other worldly, and menacing too. I rubbed my stomach, trying to rid myself of the foreboding feeling I had. Something was going to happen, I just knew it. Dr Selvig was fixed on it, determined to understand why it had been radiating an unusual form of energy that no technology has understood. I, personally, don't like it one bit.

Fury entered, Maria Hill following behind. He saw me staring at it accusingly. He'd known me long enough to realise how this kind of stuff freaked me out.

"Scott," he said, "how was your mission in London?"

I rip my gaze away from the Tesseract to look at him. "Successful, Director Fury. I managed to retrieve the stolen files and arrest the group who thought they could take them."

"Well at least that's one piece of good news I've heard all night."

I glanced up at Clint, who was hiding as he usually did. We never spoke often, he didn't seem very social, but Natasha had been trying to convince me that he was a good guy. I guess I just wasn't bothered at all. I was older than all of them, even Fury. But only a handful of people knew my secret. Subconsciously I began to pull on the locket around my neck. How old was this thing now? I popped it open and peeped inside. I wasn't quite sure what to feel whenever I did open it. Inside was a picture of Nicholas and I on our wedding day. I'd put it in there that night. I didn't cry anymore, time had taught me to be stronger, but it was still hard to accept all that had happened in the past few decades.

Lost in my thought, I jumped when the Tesseract suddenly burst to life. The light was blinding and I was unsure of what to say as something stepped out of the forming portal. When the light did die down, what I saw took my breath away. I stumbled back, clutching the shadows around me, hoping to hide the shock on my face. The man was crouched, clad in strange clothing and clutching a glowing spear of some sort. He looked up, the smirk in his eyes was unmissable. I could swear I had gone death for the conversation was nothing but murmurs in my ear. His face! Then he launched when someone tried to attack. He was swift, too fast for the others, and before I knew it he had pressed his spear to Barton's chest and had complete control of him. He hadn't noticed me, I was glad. I wouldn't be able to harm him.

Fury tried distracting them, delaying them until the place came down, but Barton told Loki Fury's plan, and so they left with the Tesseract, a group of agents and were free. Loki. I knew that name. I knew that name because I knew Thor. When Thor had been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D, before Coulson stepped into the room, I had a chance to talk to him. I helped him out, giving Selvig the ability to take him home. I contacted Jane Foster afterwards, telling her that I'd try to keep S.H.I.E.L.D off the radar until he returned home. Jane and I were good friends, I'd been interested in her work, hoping that perhaps she could answer a few questions of my own, but even she didn't know what had fallen on me that night so many years ago.

When the building caved in, I snapped to life. Spreading my large wings, I soared out of the rubble, avoiding the collapsing beams and shards of glass. I darted along the corridor until I came to the open sky. I breathed for a while, trying to analyse what had just happened. This was definatly unexpected.

A helicopter passed by me and from inside, Fury yelled "don't just hang around, Scott! Get the asshole!"

So I dived down, searching for where the God was. I saw him in no time, sitting on the back of a truck with a smug look on his face. I shot at him, using the golden beams that emanated from my hands. The car swerved. Loki looked up at me, and in that moment, I could no longer fire. I couldn't harm him. For a split second, I could swear he seemed to consider leaving me be, but he shook himself mentally and fired at me from his spear. The blast just missed my wing and I fell back, unable to go further. His smile lowered slightly as he realised that I would no longer attack him. The helicopter passed me, continuing to pursue the vehicle, but I could do nothing. I didn't want to do anything. Instead, my body just plummeted to the ground, where unconsciousness surrounded me in sweet darkness.

When I awoke, Fury was standing over me. I sat up straight away, breathing in quickly and pulling the wires out of my arms. Fury tried to hold me down.

"Calm down, Scott," he said, "you're safe."

I paused my attempt at attack and surveyed my surroundings. Hospital. Nurses. Doctors. White walls. Clean. Alone. Secluded. I was in a white hospital coat. I also felt very exposed. The smell of bleach was thick in the air, clogging my sinuses. I looked up at Nick, who seemed so very out of place among the more public of humans.

"Loki?" I said.

"He got away. With the Tesseract as well." He sighed, seeming rather pissed off.

"I'm sorry I let you down, Director." I never liked letting anyone down, but I'd let old feelings pass between me and my judgement.

"You didn't let me down Scott," he looked earnestly at me. "Loki may have the Tesseract, but he doesn't have everything yet. We still have a chance."

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

He glanced around the room, checking no one was around, before he looked back at me. "Assemble the Avengers."