Gabie

III

"Alright if we can't track her through the bond then we can try to track her with a psychical connection. So who here has the strongest psychical relationship with Allie?" The four remain quiet and Tony stiffens every so slightly.

We're still sitting aroud in the Stark Tower library, brainstorming on how to find the sunflower.

"Steve I know you and Allie hold hands, kiss lightly, and you give her piggyback rides," I start and Steve nods.

"Besides holding her when she gets cold at night that's it," he confirms and I hum.

"Natasha?"

"Same as Steve, well except it's more intense kissing and-"

"Hickies, yeah I've seen them," I remark cutting her off.

In her mind the memory plays on repeat.

"You're sure about this?"

"Yes," Allie giggles and pulls her shirt over her head. "Go at me like a vampire." Natasha's eyes widen at the display of Allie's blue zip-up-in-the-front sports bra and she swallows thickly.

The memory abruptly skips forward to Allie kissing the neck of the assassin.

"Gosh that is hard! How do you breathe?!" Allie gasps, pulling away for air. "Are all people able to breathe through their nose better than I am? Damn allergies are really ruining this."

"Well babe it's leaving a mark so I'm proud of you," Natasha praises and Allie positively glows with pride.

I remember Allie gushing about this to me, she really was proud of the mark left on Black Widow's collarbone.

Steve and Tony are looking at Natasha with a desire, but not an envious one.

"Anyone got better than that?" I question and Steve shakes his head. Tony is still, he appears to be guiltily contemplating something.

Raising an eyebrow I curiously delve into his mind and watch a replaying thought.

"Allison what are you doing?" Tony chuckles out as Allie climbs onto his lap. They're sitting in a hot tub, him in swim trunks and her in a bikini.

"Well Mr. Stark I want the full sexy secretary fantasy and I believe that requires I sleep with my boss," she purrs and leans in to kiss him.

Before it can go any further I yank myself from his head and recoil.

"Oh my God! STARK!" I shout and toss the book aside in a flit of horror. "How could you?!"

The trio of adults leap back, Tony even more so, at my action.

"What'd he do? Stark what'd you do?" Natasha barks.

"I don't know Trent, what did I do?" Stark fires at me, his face screaming in hope that I do not know.

"The bond Allie and I share, it's more than just pain and feeling. I explained to Stark on our little excursion that Allie and I can also see each others thoughts and certain memories..." I trail off and inhale deeply. I'm still covering my ability to read minds and I'll have to for as long as possible. "Stark do you want to tell them or shall I?"

The piercing eyes of Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Bruce Banner turn on Tony Stark and he almost whimpers under their withering gazes.

"Allie and I-she well-we-" he stammers and I roll my eyes.

"The night before everything went to shit Allie completely fulfilled her secretary fantasy and had Stark here deflower her," I deadpan and heavily plop down into a desk chair.

"WHAT?!"

"SHE IS NINETEEN!"

"TONY NO!"

"She was saying 'Tony yes'," I grumble and bang my head on the table.

"Gabie not helping!" Stark hisses as he stares down Steve and Natasha.

"Not trying to."

III

Allie

III

"How are Clint and Natasha?" An innocent question, one I can smile at. He's speaking in a low voice so the other passengers are unbothered.

Agent May is driving our suv with Coulson and I are sitting in the back while Sif rides next to May.

"I'd like to think they're doing good. Clint's been teaching Gabie how to shoot while we've been partnering up actually," I start off and Phil smiles.

"He must enjoy having someone enthusiastic about shooting like he is and someone who revels in his deafness," Phil concludes and I grin.

"At New York I was thrilled to find out I couldn't hurt him, I actually lectured him about having a permanent disability when he insisted I scream next to him," I recount and chuckle. "He was very amused."

"Sounds like him, withholding information until absolutely necessary," Phil murmurs.

"A trait most Shield agents share," I add. "No ones needs to know everything about you."

"Natasha teach you that?"

"It was a skill I gained in high school, but Nat certainly insisted I polish it," I reply and Phil raises an eyebrow. "Nat is doing good by the way."

"Nat?" At Phil's suspicion I go rigid and a blush comes to my face.

"During New York there was a point when a Chitauri soldier snuck up on me, it starting choking me and I was helpless. Next thing I know the god of lightning is striking it down and Natasha is offering me her hand. I looked into her deep green eyes and I said 'let me have your gay babies'. As it turns out I met my soulmates on the battlefield..."

Phil is quiet but he wears a positive expression, one of happy surprise.

"So yes I think Nat has been doing alright, well up until all that stuff happened," I mutter and nervously scratch the back of my head. "I'm sure they'd love to hear from you when you're ready."

"I'll be sure to contact them when I am."

III

The rest of the short ride is silent until we arrive at Rosie's Desert Oasis.

Outside the bar is surrounded with the motorcycles and local police cars.

The armada of suvs comes to a stop before the bar and we all step out.

"Do me a favor Coulson, let me take an injury to the chest this time. I won't die from it, at least not for long," I remark and quickly round the suv to stand guard of him. Coulson gives me a stiff nod and a turn my gaze to the approaching Sheriff.

"Lorelei's tastes run toward palaces, castles," Sif muses and brandishes her sword. "This is far more humble than her usual abode."

"The draw wasn't the place, it was the manpower," Ward reasons.

Coulson listens to them, but then steps forward to address the police officers as they walk closer to us.

"How many men does she have in there? Have you seen the suspect?" he questions.

"Yes, we have," the Sheriff replies and pulls up his shotgun, pointing it at Coulson. "And she's beautiful."

He cocks the shotgun and fires right at Coulson. I step completely in front of the man before the bullet can land itself in his chest and take the shot right to my shoulder.

My body jerks and I stumble back into the serious agent, he shoulders my weight and drags me behind a Shield van.

"Shit! That burns!" I hiss and hold my skin. The slug lodged itself into my shoulder blade and blocks the hastened healing process. "Not as much as a Chitauri blaster but still!"

"Lady Allison are you alright to continue?" Sif calls to me and I nod.

"Just give me a second," I mutter. Grimacing I grit my teeth and dig my fingers into the hole.

"Oh my G-Siren!" Phil exclaims as I gouge the bullet from my shoulder.

"Give it a moment," I grumble and inhale sharply as the skin knits itself back together. The flesh blazes red and orange as Extremis does it's job and heals the wound away. "Perks of superhuman enhancing drug."

Shots continue to fire at the van and at the Asgardian halting bullets herself with a shield. May is ducked behind the door of the suv and Ward is beside Phil and I.

"They're on us from both sides," Ward grunts he's firing one way while Coulson fires over the good of the car. "It's gonna be hard to get off a clean shot."

Coulson looks to Sif and I with a sheepish expression.

"Your ladyships, can you give us a little cover?"

Sif looks over at me and I crack my neck.

"You take the two guys on the right and I'll take this idiot reloading his gun," I offer and Sif nods. She turns her attention to a large bus-sized camper and gives it a big kick. It slides in front of the two officers shooting at us giving me the perfect opportunity. Standing up I leap over the hood of the car and slam into the Sheriff. Both my hands grab onto his shotgun and I push it into his throat roughly.

"You are free from the spell of Lorelei, stop fighting," I demand and the Sheriff instantly stills and allows me to take the gun. Rolling up I turn back to Coulson, May, and Ward.

"A very literal interpretation," Phil praises. "Thank you."

The two officers round the side of the camper and are promptly shot with icers by Coulson and Ward.

A door bangs and two more bikers stomp out I cross my arms and shake my head at them.

"Just don't," I bark and they stop short. "Just look at that amazing Asgardian over there and the badass Shield agents behind me, you don't stand a chance so leave." The bikers nod and turn to walk away when I remember the spell. "Oh and you're free from Lorelei's enchantment." Their heads nod back and return with brighter eyes and confused expressions.

"All clear," Ward reports somewhat sarcastically and I rub the back of my neck.

"Men, stay outside. Let Sif and Siren take Lorelei," Phil instructs. Sif holds her sword behind her back and gestures for me to follow her into the bar. "Ward, head around back, surround the building."

Ward gets up and does as told as Sif and I reach the door. Sif kicks open the door and steps in first, half in guard of me as I walk in.

"Lorelei. Still manipulating men to do your dirty work, I see," Sif taunts and the red haired sorceress frowns.

"And I see you're still a step or two behind."

While she speaks the men in the bar spread out, most of them surrounding Sif and I. Nerves rev up in my chest and stomach and I step closer to the warrior.

"You know how this ends, Lorelei. So come willingly," Sif demands coldly.

"You mistake me for someone who fears you. I've bested you before. Or have you forgotten?" Lorelei counters and tilts her head, a devilish smirk on her lips. "Or do you think this pet will help you now?" Rage bubbles up and I glower at the goddess.

"This pet has more voice than you ever will," I snarl.

"Tear them apart," she orders.

The man to Sif's left, by the door, lifts up a shotgun and fires it at her, it bounces off her armor. Stepping up I grab the shotgun from his hands and shove it into his gut, sending him backwards into the door.

"Go you're free of her allure," I hiss and he hastily scrambles out the door. Spinning back I hurl the shotgun at the man behind Sif as she engages a third before her.

Lorelei is watching us, sending a lurid and curious gaze towards me.

I don't pause for long, my attention turns to another incoming assailant. Instinctively I swing and deck the man in the face and then Sif hitch-kicks him down the length of the bar.

Another man swings at her with a chair and she ducks out of the way while I backhand him to the ground.

Lorelei is watching and I spy her slowly start to back away in my peripheral vision.

Sif jolts back up and slams her shield into the biker creeping up behind me. Sif swivels and engages the last man standing while I lurch forward and grab the arm of Lorelei.

"You cannot escape us Lorelei," I hiss. "There can only be one Siren on this earth and that's me, the good one."

The goddess faces me with a sharp look and smacks my hand away, gripping onto my wrists excruciatingly tightly.

"The Siren is dead, the villain Killian murdered her in cold blood," she taunts and I flinch. "The people call you Phoenix now."

"Siren isn't dead, I'm not dead," I growl and clench my hands. I'm furious, I hate that I was renamed, hate that Siren was deemed dead.

"Oh hush my dear," she snaps and I go quiet. Her charms do affect me ever so slightly. She leans in closer to my face and tightens her cold grip on my arms.

My eyes flash and my skin flares red as I got utterly still. Suddenly I am afraid, suddenly I'm paralyzed with terror. She has power over me, she's too close, she's too close.

"See? The Siren died screaming, but yet the Phoenix who took her place is silent. Or should I say the monster who took her place is silent."

Lorelei smiles at me and throws me back into the wall. The shock of it all keeps me pressed there as she makes her escape.

Breathing hard I let my head fall back against the wall as I sink down to the ground.

It's all too much, she was too close and she was too powerful.