I am trying to stick close to the movie, however some things are going to change. It will be mostly from Claire's point of view. When it does switch I will label it. Claire is my character, the rest belong to Marvel.

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Claire's POV:

"We're almost there, Captain," Natasha said from her spot at the control panel She glanced back at me for a moment, giving me a sharp glare. "Claire, you are back up. You are not to fight unless you have to, Fury's orders."

"Fine," I sulked, looking out of the front window from my seat behind Natasha. I squinted my eyes to get a better look, leaning over the panel. "Did Halloween come early this year?"

"No," Natasha replied slowly. I pointed my finger to a spot outside the window. A crowd of people kneeling in front of four identical men. I bit my lip and looked closer, leaning over the controls some. It was one man, projected into four other spots. The man was dark headed and wore a helmet with horns sticking out of it. He was dressed in armor and a cape.

"Hey, Steve," I called out, catching his attention. He looked up at me as he strapped on his helmet. "Don't let the cow man beat you."

He nodded and chuckled before jumping out of the jet carrier and in front of a blue beam of light the crazed man shot from a staff. The beam was originally aimed at an older man, who had chosen not to follow the rest of the crowd in kneeling before this man. The blue beam bounced off Steve's shield and back to the man. I watched, biting my lip, and scanned the crowd for a glimpse of Clint. Steve stood tall, watching the other man scramble to his feet.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing," Steve spoke confidently. He was slowly marching towards the man. I realized that Steve was talking about World War II and my stomach lurched at the thought of what Clint had told me about Steve before he went into the ice.

"The soldier," the dark haired man spoke. He had a slight British accent, but I knew from the files that he was not from earth. "A man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time," Steve retorted. As they spoke, Natasha flew closer, tapping a few buttons before speaking into a microphone connected at her headset.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," her voice rang out over the intercom. There was a sudden jolt to the left as Natasha veered out of the aim of the energy beam from the staff that Loki wielded. The energy in the beam caused the hair on my arm to stand up straight and Natasha's sudden jerk sent me out of the jet carrier. Thinking fast, I rolled in the air and landed on my feet much like a cat would. My boots making a solid thud and bracing myself with my gloved hands.

I landed in the middle of the crowd and instantly yelled at them in both English and German to run. Suddenly, I was thankful for the little German that Clint had taught me. As I looked up, I saw Steve in hand to hand combat with the man, Loki. It was hard to tell who was winning, but Steve had lost his shield.

"Loki," I yelled as I tossed a rock at Loki. It landed with a clink on his helmet and he spun around, eyes dark and mouth sneering. I prayed this gave Steve enough of a distraction. "Don't you think Halloween is a little far off? Or do you dress like that everyday?"

This was the distraction Steve needed, however, I was not ready for it. Loki raised his staff into the air. The air crackled around my skin with electricity. A blue beam hit me square in the chest, giving me little time to absorb it. My knees started to buckle underneath me and I gritted my teeth. I held up a hand, palm to Loki, and focused the excess energy towards him. In a brilliant flash of white, a beam shot from my hand, spiraling in the air towards Loki. He saw what I was doing and jumped out of the way. He whispered, "Incredible. What power you have."

He had just landed a few feet away from my beam of energy when Steve tackled him, focusing the attention on him again. I looked around for a moment before bracing myself and focusing on the water in the fountain. Before I could send the water rushing onto Loki, he glanced towards me, sending another bolt as he did so. This time, I was unable to absorb the energy and it knocked me off my feet. I could almost feel the bruises forming on my body.

He turned away from me and put the butt of his staff against Steve's helmet, forcing him down. Pushing myself to my feet, I ran towards Loki, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. Steve was able to use this to his advantage, as Loki stood up he jumped and kicked him back. This gave me time to recover and get to my feet as I saw Loki knock Steve to the ground again.

I took a deep breath and fired more energy through my palms to him. Loki knocked me backwards with a quick kick to the chest. A sharp crack rang through my head as it made contact with the concrete. Loki stood over me, hovering his staff above my sternum. I spit out a curse word and blood from my mouth.

"You have heart," he said simply. "Let's see if you can keep it, shall we?"

Before Loki did anything, music started blasting from the sky. All of our heads shot to the jet. Shoot to Trill by AC/DC was playing on the PA system and something told me that it was not Natasha's choice. My suspicions were confirmed when a man in a red and gold metal suit launched an attack at Loki, sending him back into me.

"Get off," I grunted as I shoved him off of me. My vision was blurry as I stood. I held a hand to him, ready to fire should he want to continue this battle. Iron Man landed next to Steve and surveyed the scene. He stood, holding a hand up like I did, but also a hand out and getting missiles ready to fire. I quickly skirted behind him, looking to Loki. Steve joined me as Tony Stark spoke.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games." In a golden haze, Loki's armor shifted back into 'normal' clothes. Although, his clothes were anything but normal. He wore a dark green shirt and black pants that reminded me a lot of the Renaissance clothing I had seen when Clint took me to the fairs. I glanced to Steve, then up to the jet where Natasha was. Loki held up his hands and Tony put away all the guns in his suit. "Good move."

Steve glanced to Tony, trying to catch his breath as he spoke. "Mr. Stark."

Tony nodded his head. "Captain."

I rolled my eyes and felt as if I should join in. Sarcastically, I added, "Loki and Claire. Now that we are done with introductions…"

I trailed off as I produced a special form of handcuffs and approached Loki. I was giving him a death glare, waiting for him to try anything. Surprisingly, he didn't attempt anything.

"You are bleeding," he said softly as I cuffed him. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him. One moment he was trying to kill me and the next he was concerned.

"I wonder why," I said sarcastically. He must have caught the tone in my voice. Once on the jet, I sat down, grabbing a hidden bottle of water and a bandana from Natasha.

"I assume you're Claire and Reindeer over here is Loki," Tony spoke, looking at me. I was wetting the cloth and dabbing at my busted lip, cleaning the blood from it.

"Bingo," I looked up at him, taking a long drink of water. Steve tried to hold back a chuckle as Loki watched. "And you are Tony Stark. I didn't think that you would be joining us, nice entrance though."

"It's all about style," he smirked and sat down next to me, grabbing my water bottle. I grabbed a spare and tossed it at Steve. He nodded and drank it all in one gulp.

"Are you alright?" Steve asked me, looking over my face and arms. I could tell that he was scanning for injuries. Clint used to do the same thing.

"I'll be okay," I nodded to him. "Nothing I haven't had before."

"You hit your head pretty hard," Steve moved to look at the back of my head. I shook him off.

"I'll be okay," I replied again.

"If you two will stop being so… so…" Tony Stark struggled to find the words. Loki sat across from us and watched. He turned to Loki, "So, Reindeer Games, why were you trying to destroy Germany?"

"Actually, I have a much larger target," Loki spoke. Steve narrowed his eyes at him, then looked to me.

"What was that out there?" Steve asked me.

"What was what?" I feigned innocence, slumping back in my seat. A slow pain was spreading through my head. Steve struggled for the words to describe what I had done.

"He," Steve pointed to Loki, "struck you with the scepter. Except, it didn't hurt you like it should have."

"It's something that I've always been able to do," I sighed and nodded to Loki. "I'd rather speak about it at debriefing."

"Understood," Steve spoke, nodding. He watched me closely and I bit my lip.

"Wait, I missed something cool?" Tony whined, standing up from his seat. He looked to me and suddenly I was reminded of a little kid. "I want to see the cool trick."
"Later, Tony," I looked up at him.

"Capsicle got to see the cool trick," he pouted. Steve glared at Tony.

"Yes, well, Steve and I did most of the work," I replied, walking to the first aid kit onboard and digging out a few aspirin. I could feel Steve frowning at me as I turned to Loki.

"My brother, always carries around a bow and arrow, the badass type, what have you done with him?"

"I am afraid I know nothing of what you are talking about," Loki shrugged. I took a deep breath, calming myself.

"You know damn well that is not the case. Let me refresh your memory," I hissed out, holding my palm up towards the roof of the carried, projecting a picture of Clint to him. The hair on Loki's arms stood straight. I wanted to kill him right then and there. "Now does he look familiar?"

"Ah, yes," Loki smirked. "He's under my control now, very useful too. You do remind me of him. However, he does not have such powers. Tell me, how did you get yours?"

"None of your business," I turned away sharply, walking up to Natasha. Steve and Tony stared at me. Steve's gaze was of confusion, while Tony looked amazed.

Steve POV:

I knew that Claire had been hurt in the battle between Loki. However, she would not let me get close enough to examine her injuries. Tony and her were speaking and I looked down at the empty bottle of water, trying to make sense of what had happened in the fight. One moment, Claire was safely in the jet, the next moment, she's on the ground, throwing rocks at Loki. I was grateful for her distractions, however, I was scared she'd get hurt. It was during the fight I realized that I, Captain America, was scared for the first time in 70 years.

Before I could blink, Loki had shot a beam from his staff towards Claire. I pushed to my feet, hoping I could get to Claire in time, but even with my speed, I knew I couldn't. The light hit Claire in the chest and I braced myself for the worse, expecting to lose her. Instead of destroying her, the blue light seemed to vanish into her body. Her knees gave out and she looked as if she was going to fall, but she didn't. She simply stood back up and fired back at him. From her hand. Loki's voice shook me out of my thoughts and I looked to Claire, studying her for a moment before trying to ask her what had happened.

"What was that out there?" I looked to her, still trying to wrap my mind around what I had seen.

"What was what?" She said in a sweet voice. She leaned back in her seat and winced slightly. I could tell that she was hurt more than she let on. Suddenly, I felt like a fish out of water. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to pull the words together to describe what she had done. I accepted that she did not want to talk about what had happened in Loki's presence. I would have wanted to either. Mr. Stark whined about wanting to see what Claire had done but she shut him down. Suddenly, she turned to Loki, her eyes dark.

"My brother, always carries around a bow and arrow, the badass type, what have you done with him?" She spoke sharply. Her voice almost had me scared, but it didn't seem to phase Loki as he shrugged her off.

Without warning, she turned her hand over, palm up and a picture of Agent Barton appeared as a hologram would. Claire's eyes were glowing slightly. I glanced to Tony, but found him staring at her like a child would a new toy. Loki seemed to know exactly what he was doing and what buttons to push.

"Ah, yes. He's under my control now, very useful too. You do remind me of him. However, he does not have such powers. Tell me, how did you get yours?"

Claire narrowed her eyes at Loki and hissed that it was not his business. I couldn't help but watch her, making a note not to get on her bad side.

"Wow," Tony muttered once Claire was next to Natasha. "She's a spitfire, isn't she?"