A/N - So here's part 3! Hope you enjoy!

Also, I'd like to thank StarLenora for the review!

To say that she was in pain would be an understatement. Her head was pounding and her left leg ached and burned as she tried to get comfortable. How long had she been in the same room now? A few days, no doubt. She closed her eyes and willed the contents of her stomach to stay just where they were and let a long, deep breath pass through her lips.

Damned superheroes with their archenemies or whatever they like to call them these days, she thought with a groan as she lay in her hospital bed.

It had been a normal day to begin with, Sophia was in her room in the compound fresh out of the shower. It was one of her days off and she was determined to enjoy it.

Her music was playing softly from her Bluetooth speaker and she was putting her lotion on, the ends of her hair still dripping wet. She brushed her teeth and cleaned her ears, staring intently into the mirror when she heard a loud bang.

Then there were more loud bangs.

Red lights went off above her and the computer voice, who she'd learned was named F.R.I.D.A.Y., let her know that the building was on lock down and had been breached.

Sophia didn't know if there was a protocol for this or not, so she did the only sensible thing she could think of doing and hurried into a pair of black shorts and whatever t-shirt it was that she slept in the night before. If she was going to die she was going to make sure that she wouldn't be found in the nude.

She grabbed her phone off the bathroom sink and sent a text to Nat before barricading herself in the closet.

It was physically exhausting sitting there, waiting to be found. After a while, she could only guess at how long she'd been in there, terrified and alone. Her hands shook a bit as she brought them up to wrap around herself. She tried counting backwards from one hundred, then mentally, she began singing a song that her mother used to sing to her when she was a child, something that kept her fears at bay.

Hush a bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little ponies -

The tinkling of glass brought her back to reality and she was suddenly hyper aware of the line of windows that looked out at the trees just out from her room. She tried to hold her breath and listen.

Boots thumped against the floor. She heard things being thrown and knocked around without hesitation.

"I'm not seein' anything, boss." A masculine voice said. "You sure he's even here?"

She heard a sharp, resounding slap and then a groan. "I know he's here! His buddy brought him back here to get help. We will find the asset or we'll kill everyone here until we get a location on him."

"What am I going to do?" Sophia thought frantically. Her eyes began to water when she realized she had no way of fighting back - being able to read their minds wouldn't be enough. "I don't want to die in a closet."

"You're not going to die."

A gasp left her and she looked around the closet for the owner of the voice. She squinted through the darkness and saw nothing.

"Loki? Where are you?"

"I'm just outside your room." He told her calmly. "I sensed you from a few floors down. How many are in there?"

"I'm not sure. Just, please, can you help me?" She plead with him. "Please don't let me die in here."

"I assure you, Lady Sophia, I will not allow that to happen. Now listen, I'm going to teleport into the room and get rid of the men, however many might be in there. Do not, under any circumstance, come out of that closet, do you understand?"

Sophia nodded. "Okay."

A few seconds later she heard a crash and then another round of gunshots filled her ears - loud, quick and they seemed to last forever.

She stood as quietly as she could in the small space she had, and squeezed herself into the corner of the closet, covering her ears with her hands.

Sophia's eyes zeroed in on something small that flew through the door, leaving a tiny hole in it's wake. She felt it hit her in the leg. It stung - a sharp, throbbing pain in her thigh - and she grabbed her leg instinctively. Flashes of green seeped through the cracks of the door, filling the closet with warmth. She heard a few curses and then two dull thuds.

Gulping Sophia stood in the darkness, listening as footsteps came closer and closer to her. She winced as the pain in her leg began to intensify, going from what felt like a bruise being pressed on to a burning, hot ache.

The door flew open and she was greeted by Loki, fully clad in his armor and helm.

"You're bleeding," he said, staring at her leg in shock.

"What?" She looked down at her hands, covered in warm, sticky blood. "Oh my God."

Sophia stared at him for a moment, her breath leaving her in ragged puffs. Her eyes felt heavy and her ears began to ring. She saw Loki's mouth moving and him jumping toward her frantically before everything faded to black.