A/N: Sorry if anyone got an update telling them I'd added a new chapter. My fault. I was editing the chapters because of their spelling mistakes and accidentally deleted chapter 2 instead of replacing. I apologise. So, I've added chapter 3 earily. Enjoy.

- Lola.

It had been two days since I was pulled out of New York. I was currently packing a few essentials to shove of the plane, it mainly consisted of a thick, sheep's hide coat with faux fair, snow boots and gloves. Russia was cold this time of year; I was told it was also heavily snowing. "Piper, you ready?" asked Barton, shoving head around the door.

"Yep. On my way." I replied with a polite smile.

"We leave in five, you're not there I'm leaving without you." He told me before leaving. I sighed a little; Barton was going for once reason: In case we needed to call the Avengers. I heaved my bag onto my shoulder and headed out of the room, towards the hanger.

The hanger was smaller than expected; I was surprised every time I walked in. The walls were lined with metal shelves that held broken or replacement parts for the planes and helicopters. There were even a few rogue weapons around that had been stripped of their innards and removed of anything dangerous. I heaved my bag further up my shoulder and made my way towards the plane Barton had fired up. I walked up the lowered ramp and dropped my bag straight on the floor as soon as it was safe. I plopped into a seat with a groan and strapped myself in. "Ready?" I heard Clint over the speakers.

"As I'll ever be." I replied and the ramp started to ascend. I felt us lift into the air and we were on our way.

My feet hit the ground running as soon as I dived out of the plane, we'd landed about twenty feet from the Hydra base and so far there was no one around. I kept my guard up and my powers were tittering on the edge, ready to be used at a milliseconds notice. I ran through the gates of the base and was greeted by dead bodies. Hundreds of dead bodies just lying in awkward positions. Positions I'd seen only once before. "Barton!" I yelled down my Com.

"You found it?" He asked quickly.

"No, I found dead Hydra." I told him, the cold nipping my face.

"Okay…" He asked, obviously not going to the same conclusion.

"He beat us here, Clint. Loki was here first. He's killed everyone." The cold was getting worse; I was struggling to breathe a little now.

"Go inside. See of the Sceptre was ever here. Make sure he didn't take it." He was urgent.

"On it." I told him and raced into the compound. The huge stone walls looming over me.

Once inside there were more dead bodies, I took a sharp and came out in a huge room. It was dark and looked vaguely familiar. There was what looked like operating tables littering the entire room. "Piper?" I heard in my ear. I continued walking. The medical instruments were menacing, I picked up a scalpel as I walked around. It was crusted, looked almost rusted. I dropped it once I realise it wasn't rust, but old blood. "Piper!" I heard again. I felt strange wondering around this room, like I'd been here before. The flutter of a memory on the edge of my conscious, but I couldn't quite grasp it.

"Alyssa!" That snapped me out of my stupor.

"Yes, Barton?" I replied, my confusion evident in my voice.

"What have you found?" He sounded worried and a little angry.

"Just a room full of medical stuff. Operating tables, scalpels. Weird contraption that I'm pretty certain attach to the brain." I replied.

"Experiments." He muttered. "That sceptre won't be there. Get out of there, if any of them are still alive they'll take you. Run." He was yelling now.

"Okay." And I headed towards the door.

"Leaving the party so soon." Came a voice I recognised.

"I'm surprised you're still here." I replied, turning on my heels to face him. He stepped from out of a dark corner. Dark hair longer than ever and still evil in his eyes.

"I need that sceptre. Tell your agents to stand down. I know Barton's outside, I'm sure he'd love to see me again." A smirk spread across his face.

"Not before he kills you." I replied.

"Now, Alyssa, you know better than I that he wouldn't kill me before I kill him." He was laughing now. He looked crazier than before.

"I'm warning you, Loki. Stay out of SHIELDS way. You aren't getting near that sceptre." I reached for my gun, but he was on before I had even moved. He kicked me in the chest and I slid across the room. He strode towards me and grabbed my collar, raising me off of the ground. As he did, his fingers brushed the skin of my neck and it felt like electric pulses had shot through my body. He dropped my instantly.

"What is this?" He asked, shock and anger all over his face.

"I don't know. It came from you." He snarled at me.

"You're eyes are so blue." He said out of nowhere, his facade dropping in an instant before he regained control. "If I see you again, I'll kill you!" He yelled and disappeared.

"Blue eyes?" I whispered. I was beginning to think my powers were fading before it hit me. Loki was the middle aged gentleman. That's how he knew to come to Russia. I quickly got to my feet and ran down the corridor and out of the building. I was sprinting towards to the plane when Barton saw me. "Get on the plane!" I yelled, looking behind me to make sure Loki wasn't following us. He dived on board and started the engines just as I dived in myself. He shut the ramp and we rose into the air. Once we were flying and were a safe enough distance away, I calmed down.

"What happened?" He asked. "I was calling you're comm but something was blocking me?" He asked.

"Loki. He was in that room. He ambushed me." I said, rubbing my chest were his boot had collided.

"Are you okay?" He concern was poorly hidden.

"Yeah, I'm fine. He kicked me and grabbed me by the collar. Then something weird happened and he dropped me. He disappeared then." I replied, staring into nothing.

"That's it?" He asked, a little unconvinced. Who could blame him for being sceptical? Not many out gunned people had survived an encounter with Loki.

"No, you remember that middle aged guy I told you about? That he could see through my power?" I asked.

"That guy who saw your real eye colour?" He asked again.

"Yeah. Well, he was Loki. That's how he knew to come here." I was getting antsy.

"How do you know that?"

"Well, Loki accidentally touched my skin when he grabbed and that same spark happened, the he said "You're eyes are so blue." Before he disappeared." I put my head in my hands. "What does that mean Barton? Why can he see through it?" I was panicking.

"Lys, calm down. I doubt it means anything." But from the tone of his voice I knew, it meant something quite serious.