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Chapter 6

Tony, Steve, and Bruce all sat around the table in the command room; no one speaking, no one daring to look at each other.

Loki had made a mockery out of them, had pulled them apart using nothing more than their egos; Scarlett had been right.

Fury walked into the command room and threw bloodied cards onto the table. "These were in Phil Coulson's jacket," he said. "I guess he never did get you to sign them."

Steve picked up the cards, another reminder of everything, everyone they had lost in battle.

"We're dead in the air up here," Fury said. "Our communication, the cube, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye and the pain in my ass. Maybe I had that coming."

Tony clenched the tablet he had in his hands as Fury continued his speech. He didn't need another reminder of what they had lost other than what he held in his hands.

"Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier," Fury continued. "There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."

Tony stood up. Phil Coulson might have died believing in heroes, but Scarlett Stark died still hating the idea. He walked out of the command room and made his way back to the room Loki was held in.

He felt sick, he felt lost. His daughter, his daughter had died. Bruce had found him and Steve after they had fixed the engine to deliver the news.

He took off, needing to see her, to be with his baby girl. But it was too late, she was gone.

Tony had felt a rage he had never known before, storming through the building until he managed to find someone who could give him access to the cameras. Watching his daughter's last breaths, her apology to no one.

And then he strolled in, in his green. He had squatted close to her, waved his hand and scooped her up. And just like that she was gone.

Tony wanted to believe that she was going to be okay, that somehow despite all of this shit, she was going to be okay.

But Tony wasn't in the habit of placing hope in magic and wants.

Clint lay in bed, wrists strapped down. He was at war with himself, trying to get control back from Loki but still feeling that pull to get his next set of orders.

"Clint, you're going to be alright," he heard a voice call to him.

Natasha, he thought, it's Natasha, you're safe. He chanted this over and over as his thoughts cleared.

"You know that," he gritted out, "is that what you know?"

Natasha looked at her partner but kept her mouth shut.

"I gotta flush him out," he gasped as he leaned his head on the back of the medical bed.

"It's gonna take time," Natasha commented getting up to grab him a cup of water.

"You don't understand," Clint moaned. "Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?" he asked gasping.

Natasha handed Clint the cup as she unbuckled his wrist cuffs. "You know I do," she whispered.

The two assassins settled into silence as Clint started to stretch. "How did get him out?" Clint finally ventured to ask.

"Cognitive recalibration," Natasha said with a smirk of her lips. "I hit you really hard in the head."

Clint left out a humorless chuckle, before he settled back down. "How many agents-"

"Don't." Natasha snapped, "Don't do this to yourself Clint. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for."

Clint sighed as he tried to hear his partner's words before he remembered his mission. "Loki," he began, his entire posture straightening back up. "He was after Tweety, Tasha."

"Shh," she soothed as he squeezed her hand. "Clint, Scarlett, she-" Natasha stopped. "She got hurt in the blast and she, she died."

"Fuck." Clint swore as he stood up Natasha put her hand on his chest and slowly pushed him back on the bed.

"Loki took her," she whispered.

Clint's head snapped up. "What?" he exclaimed.

"Loki took her," she repeated. "And I don't know what he is doing with her, but he was obsessed, kept saying he could heal her."

"You think he could bring her back from the dead?" Clint asked, skepticism in his tone.

"I don't know," Natasha confessed. "I don't know, but its," she trailed off.

"We need to stop him," she finally picked back up.

"Oh yeah?" Clint asked. "Who's we?"

"Anyone who's left," she replied.

"Well, if I put an arrow in Loki's eye socket I'd feel better I suppose," Clint said groaning. "Plus, we need to get her back."

"Now you sound like you," Natasha said with small grin as she sat next to her partner.

"But you don't," Clint shot back. "You're a spy not a solider. Now you want to wade into a war. Why? What did Loki do to you?"

Natasha fidgeted and licked her bottom lip. "He didn't, I just," she paused again as she tried hard to express everything yet remain in control. Scarlett was dying and she saved her, without her there, Natasha didn't know what would have happened. "I've been compromised, I got red in my ledger and I'd like to wipe some out."

"Was he married?" Steve asked as he approached Tony.

"No, there was a cellist, I think," Tony said

"Does Scarlett have anyone?" Steve asked.

Tony stiffened. "No," he replied shortly.

"I'm sorry," Steve said before pausing again, how did he mention her? How could he begin to talk about how much he missed his only friend to her father? "She was great, with helping me and everything that she's done for Bruce." He offered trying to help him.

Tony turned to face Steve and then walked past him, not answering.

"Is this the first time you've lost a solider?" Steve asked.

"We are not soldiers." Tony snapped, "My daughter was not a soldier!"

Steve opened his mouth to respond but closed it.

"I'm not marching to Fury's fife," tony explained.

"Neither am I!" Steve defended. "He's got the same blood on his hands as Loki does. Right now we've got to put that aside and get this done. Now Loki needs a power source, if we can put together a list-"

Tony looked at the stain that was Phil Coulson's blood while Steve spoke. "He made it personal," he murmured, interrupting Steve.

Steve took a small breath. "That's not the point," he argued.

"That is the point," Tony countered. "That's been Loki's point. He hit us right where we live. Why?"

"To tear us apart," Steve said remembering what Scarlett had told him.

"Yeah, divide and conquer is great but he knows he has to take us out to win, right?" Tony talked out. "That's what he wants. He wants to beat us and he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience."

"Right, I caught his act at Stuttegart," Steve agreed.

"Yeah. That's just a preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants someone there to cheer his name when he succeeds. He wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered-" Tony stopped as the answer came to him. He knew the place where he Loki was going to make his kingdom, exactly where his "queen" was from.

"Sonofabitch," Tony swore as he ran past Steve.

"Tony?" he called out as Tony walked down the hallway.

Tony ignored him as he pulled out his phone. "Underoos," he said as soon as the person picked up. "I need your help."

Loki knelt down and pushed a lock of hair off of Scarlett's face. She was so pale. He felt a growl erupt from his chest. This was not his plan. His queen should have never had gone through this. She was supposed to be delivered safely to his side and instead he had to find her, with only a breath of life left in her chest. If everything had gone according to his plan, she would have been healed already. Standing by his side, his queen.

He heard the sounds that belonged to the Iron Man suit and turned around to face him.

Tony landed on the platform, his gaze fully locked on the scene playing out in the living room. The system stripped away the pieces of his dented armor.

"Please tell me that you've come to appeal to my humanity," Loki taunted.

"Actually I've come to threaten you," Tony said as walked past Loki and over to his daughter. He dropped to his knees and caressed her face.

"She's still breathing," he muttered, looking at his daughter. He glanced over his shoulder and slipped something into her ear and moved her hair back over it.

"You should have left your armor for that," Loki taunted.

"Seen a bit of mileage," Tony said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Be safe," he whispered. "You know with the glow stick of destiny." he continued.

Tony stood up and walked over to the bar, "do you want a drink?" he asked.

"Stalling me won't change anything," Loki said as he glanced over at Scarlett and moved to the bar.

"No, no, threatening," Tony corrected as he settled behind his bar. "No drink, you sure? I'm having one"

"The Chitauri are coming, soon my queen will arise stronger than ever. What do I have to fear?" Loki asked.

"The Avengers," Tony replied before downing his drink to quench his anger at hearing this man claim his daughter. "It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team, Earth's mightiest heroes, type of thing."

"I've met them," Loki taunted.

"Yeah," Tony huffed as he placed his bracelet cuffs on the bar. "Takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one," he began as he walked around the bar. "But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the demi-God; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan," Loki stated.

"Not a great plan," Tony quipped. "Because it just goes to show how little you know about us, well that and the fact you think that my daughter would ever choose you over her family."

"She will," Loki protested.

"When they come, and they will, they will come for you," Tony threatened. "And you can be damn sure my daughter will be on our side."

Loki took a step towards Tony. "I have an army," he growled.

"We have a Hulk," Tony threw right back.

"The beast couldn't pick a side to save the doctor's life," Loki sneered.

Tony just shook his head, how wrong this God was. As soon as the fighting had stopped, Tony went looking for Scarlett, his search had found Dr. Banner instead and he told Tony everything. How she had calmed the Hulk and promised to look out for Bruce. The Hulk was ready to fight to get Bruce's protector back. "You're missing the point. There's no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it." He threatened.

"And what of your daughter," Loki said as he glanced back to where Scarlett was healing.

Tony gritted his teeth and felt his hands clench into a fist.

"All of you dead, your pitiful attempts amounted to nothing. And what of her?" he questioned again. "I'll tell you what of her. She will be mine, I will have her by my side, my queen. My-"

Tony turned and punched Loki in the jaw. Loki's head snapped a little as Tony turned around and grabbed his hand in pain.

Loki growled and grabbed tony by the throat. "You are all beneath me," he growled as they walked towards the windows.

"Jarvis," Tony gasped out. "Deploy."

And with those words, Loki threw Tony out of the window. He turned around and glanced at his queen. "And so begins the war," he growled as he walked out to survey the army that started to come from the wormhole.

Spiderman crawled through the vents of the Stark Tower. He heard the fight between Mr. Stark and the crazy guy dressed in green and black. He counted the tiles. One, two, three, four, he said before sliding the tile to the right. He peeked and found who he was looking for. Scarlett Stark laid on the couch, her face pale and her body unmoving.

"In position," he whispered.

"Right," Tony's voice came through the earpiece he was wearing. "I got Scar's in place."

"Stark, we're heading north east," Black Widow's voice came through.

"What? Did you stop for drive thru?" Tony asked. "Underoos, stay there and the moment she's awake grab her and get to where I told you."

"Copy," Spiderman said, "or is it roger that? I can never figure out which one to use."

"Actually, it's wilco," Captain America's voice said.

"Roger wilco," Spiderman said as he dropped down from the ceiling. The god was still outside and he slunk around the corner and watched his target.

"That's not," Captain America said, "never mind."

"We've got incoming," Iron Man said. "Everyone better buckle up."

AN: Hope I didn't keep everyone waiting for too long. Thank you so much for the reviews! Last chapter was overwhelming and I can't thank you enough.

I actually have a question, would you guys like me to included all of the battle of New York?