Hi guys. Sorry that it's been a while since I last posted, but I'm here now. I'm not 100% satisfied with this chapter, so I might come back and do some more editing in a couple days. But for now, I can answer the review that I got.

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Once on the jet, I was shocked to find that Loki was in Germany, of all places. After the mostly silent ride with Steve (Natasha was flying), we stopped in the night sky. What I found on the video screen just disgusted me. People were kneeling to him. Natasha looked at me and nodded. I looked to Steve, who was pulling up his hood and unlocking the case that held his shield. The blind anger and hatred running through him was now running through me, too. It was easy to take and borrow from somebody else's feelings once I had practice with it, and it sure as hell helped in fights like these.

He caught my eyes, and I could almost see the internal fire burning. "Let's go." He said, leaping out of the jet. Natasha smirked as I muttered something about superheroes being overly-dramatic as jumped out of the plane myself. Pulling out the compacted glider, I flicked my wrist and watched as it clicked to full form, and I used my mind to hook the straps to my feet and to levitate the glider, making myself fly. I stayed out of sight of the frightened Germans, hovering a few hundred feet in the air, enjoying the free feeling while I could.

When I noticed Steve drop down and protect a man from Loki's ray, I flew down. I was able to fly by levitating the glider beneath my feet, seeing as how I couldn't figure out how to levitate myself yet. I've been training hard for years, but still can't do something that simple. I gritted my teeth as the people noticed me when I dropped down, mentally unhooking my glider, folding it, and putting it in my pocket with my mind in the blink of an eye.

"Ah, the Mind Witch. I was hoping I would be graced with your presence. Last time, as I recall, you weren't exactly able to speak." Loki smiled at me. "And the soldier, out of his time. Tell me, have you two bonded over your similar fates?"

My eyes flickered over to Steve and back to Loki as I held my hands up, prepared to fight. Steve frowned. "I'm not the one who's out of time."

Natasha's jet appeared, drawing Loki's attention. Her cool voice spoke over the intercom. "Stand down, Loki." She ordered.

Hoping to take her by surprise, Loki used his staff to shoot a bolt of what looked like blue lightning, which was narrowly avoided by the assassin. That was the final straw. My instincts kicked in. I moved in and landed a square kick to Loki's jaw, and he grimaced and frowned at me. Without a single warning, he picked me up by my throat and threw me into high up into the air, about twenty feet about Nat's jet. I choked in surprise when I got as high as I was going to get, and reached for my pocket to get to my glider. I was approaching the ground rapidly and without a safe way to land when I heard ACDC's Shoot to Thrill began playing from the jet. "Agent Romanoff, Princess, did you miss me?" Tony's voice said arrogantly, and before I knew it, right when I was opening my glider to save myself, was swooped into Iron Man's arms.

Damn it, Stark! You know that I can save myself! I ground out, shooting him angry thoughts and feelings.

"Get used to it, Princess. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. Does the Avengers Initiative ring a bell to you?" He asked through his suit. Shit. If Fury talked to Stark about it, well, there's a good chance that it's being brought back.

Before I could reply, Tony set me down on the ground and opened every bit of weaponry he had on his suit, and took off his face mask as I created a ball of pure energy that I took from a nearby power source and held it between my hands. Oops. Looks like some of the people in Strasburg, Germany would be without power until I was done with this.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games." Tony challenged. Loki looked to all three of us before surrendering, putting his hands in the air and I watched in brief amazement as his armor disappeared in a shaft of golden light. I sent the staff to the jet, not even watching it as it soared upwards. The Captain glanced at me, as if to ask if I was okay, and I nodded. He, like most other people, couldn't get the hang of just thinking what he wanted to say and hoping that I would catch it.

"Mr. Stark." He greeted.

"Captain." Tony nodded.

I raised my eyebrows. This wouldn't be good. I spoke into my earpiece. "Agent Romanoff, lift us out of here." I ordered. Because I had worked at SHIELD for my entire life, people seemed to take orders from me. I didn't like it, but it came in handy. Now, I was in full leadership mode.

"Yes, ma'am." Natasha replied, not teasing in the slightest. I was her superior officer in the field, and we both knew that, but we were also best friends off the field.

I looked up to see a rope ladder descend right above me. "Mr. Stark, fly up to the jet and get handcuffs ready. Captain Rogers, you get on the ladder first, Loki will go second, and I will follow. Loki, if you have any ideas about trying to escape, I will not hesitate to knock you unconscious for several days. Do not cross me. Go." I ordered, and neither Loki, Steve or Tony (thank God) questioned me, and they did as they were told.

Even though Loki was confined as we got back onto the jet, I still felt nervous. The sky outside was dark and a storm appeared to be brewing. I heard Fury speak to me through my ear piece. "Has he said anything?"

I looked over at him. I knew he could hear both me and Fury, but the Asgardian remained unresponsive. "Not a word," I responded.

"Just get him here. We're low on time." He said, and clicked off his microphone. I moved over to where Tony and Steve were whispering, casting an occasional look over at Loki.

"I don't like it," Steve was saying, looking at Tony.

"What, Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" Tony replied. I knew it was bothering him too, I could feel it.

I joined the conversation. "He's right. It's never this easy."

"Still," Tony continued, as if nothing had happened. "You're pretty spry for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?"

Steve frowned. "What?"

I took pity on my friend. "It's like calisthenics." I explained, trying to shut Tony up before he could say anything else to offend Steve. Now, I loved the guy, he was like the big brother I never wanted, but he really didn't have a sense of when and when to not shut up with those smart ass comments of his.

"You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle." Tony noted, and I slapped a hand to my forehead. He was an idiot.

I could tell Steve was angry but he was also good at holding it in. "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Steve, Tony–" I tried, but got cut off.

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury didn't tell you."

"Damnit, Tony!" I ground out, and lightning flashed outside, causing the two to finally stop arguing and look at me. "That wasn't me." I said.

"Where's it coming from?" Natasha asked. I had a pretty good idea of where it was coming from, but I didn't want to say it. I looked over to Loki, who was looking outside almost nervously. Crap. So I was right.

"What's the matter?" Steve challenged, "Scared of a little lightning?"

Steve, I mentally warned, and the soldier's head snapped up to me. He had learned to trust me more than other SHIELD agents, and it came in handy. Not that I was using him. We were the best of friends, but he was incredibly stubborn on and off of the field, which made it difficult for me to try to help him.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki stated. We all turned to the window to look at the wing of the jet as a loud noise and a flash of light erupted just outside. It was Thor. Of course. Prepare yourselves for the fight of your lives, boys. I sent to Steve and Tony.

I held the two back as the ramp was opened and Thor flew in, grabbing Loki by the throat and jumping out of the jet without a second glance to anyone else. Tony broke free of my grasp using the strength of his suit, and I didn't need my powers to know what he was about to do. I wordlessly handed Tony his helmet, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He grinned and winked at me, taking the helmet from me.

"Another Asgardian?" Asked Natasha from the cockpit.

"Is this one friendly?" Steve asked me.

I nodded in confirmation as Tony spoke. "Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract is lost." With his suit on completely, he turned to the open ramp and prepared himself to jump.

"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" Steve protested.

"I have a plan," he replied smugly, "Attack." He jumped out, following the path Thor and Loki had taken. Steve just looked at me.

"Did you seriously just let him do that?" He asked in disbelief.

I cracked a grin. "Captain Rogers, there are two rules I've learned to follow over the years where Tony Stark is involved. Rule one, there are no rules, unless he's the one who's made them. Rule two, trying to talking him out of anything will most likely end in your own destruction/humiliation."

I was beginning to think I had taken lessons from Tony with the dramatic exits as I unfolded my glider and followed the two, doing what I liked to call a controlled fall for extra speed. It was simple; I allowed myself to be somewhat controlled by gravity up until I was a certain amount of distance from the ground or unless I needed to adjust where I was headed, and then I levitated to glider to move where I needed to be.

I looked around the sky and stopped, levitating in place. I was in a crouching position, my feet firmly on my glider, and both hands holding the edge. Steve had, predictably, taken a parachute and was now looking down at me and nodded as much as someone could during a free fall. I rolled my eyes at him then adjusted my position, looking like I was diving down to the area where I saw Tony and Thor fight. I sighed as I touched down at the same time Cap did, folding my glider up and pocketing it.

His shield was thrown in between the two men, and they stopped to look at us. I probably looked a little less threatening, being on the ground with no visible weapon, and Captain on a rock high above ground with the strongest shield in the universe, but both the god and the genius knew what I was capable of.

"That's enough." Steve said, jumping down with perfect agility. "Now, I don't know what you're doing here…"

"I have come to put an end to Loki's schemes!" Thor cried out, indignant.

"Then prove it!" Steve had a bad habit of challenging people. "Put the hammer down."

Tony tried, again, to make a dumb ass remark. "Um, yeah, no, bad call! He loves his hammer-!" Thor simply swatted him away like an annoying fly, then turned to Cap. "You want me to put my hammer down?" He questioned angrily, and then ran towards the soldier, who raised his shield to cover his body.

"ENOUGH." I yelled, throwing a force field in between the hammer and the shield. Even so, a brilliant blue-white light filled the area like a shock wave as the hammer and the shield came into contact, destroying everything within a mile radius.

"Holy shit, princess." Tony commented, dusting off his suit. "Somebody's been practicing."

"Lady Emmaline, I apologize for my behavior." Thor said with a small bow. We had gained mutual respect for one another back in New Mexico.

"Its fine, Thor." I assured him, raising my eyebrows at the rest of the three. "Are we good here?"

Murmured assents were throwing in my direction, and we all made it to the jet without another word. I filled Natasha in mentally about what had happened, but other than that, we remained silent. I was furious beyond belief that Loki had almost gotten away due to males and their stupid need to be tougher than everyone else.

In my frustration on the jet back, I didn't notice that I had mentally picked up a piece of scrap metal from the plane and was crumpling and smoothing it back out again with my mind. I missed the unspoken conversation of raised eyebrows between Thor, Steve and Tony about my behavior.

As soon as we had touched back down at the carrier, I had stomped into my room, taking off my super suit and replacing it with a pair of navy blue jeans and a silver tank top. I released my hair from the confines of its pony tail and ran a brush through it. It was tangle free and reaching down to my hips within seconds. My bright green eyes were flashing with anger, and I made an effort to calm myself down as I made my way to the conference room, where I knew Loki's interrogation would be broadcasted.

This was where it was going to get hairy.

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