A god and a girl were hunched over one of the ancient computers libraries usually provided. One was sitting and one was standing. Once in a while, said god would flick his eyes up and look around at the students crowded around tables or sitting down on a beanbag with a book in hand before returning his attention back to the screen.

"What are you planning to do on this human device?"

"I'm researching," her fingers bounced off the keys, "Now tell me everything,"

"Be more precise human" she turned around and looked at him.

"Tell me who you are running from," she turned her attention back to the screen, "I need to know what we're dealing with,"

"Your government," he simply said, "They are trying to find me,"

"So what exactly are we talking about? Cops? FBI?"

"FBI?"

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation," she quickly searched up the news. But before she could click enter, Loki placed his hand on hers, stopping her.

"Don't search up the news,"

"Why?" she turned around and looked at him again, "It's the best place to start looking to gather information,"

"I have already searched your news," and he quickly added, "I did this a day before I arrived in your alley," She narrowed her eyes and him and for a second, he thought she had caught his lie. Thankfully, she shrugged and deleted everything in the search bar.

"Where were you running from?" she added, "What city?"

"New York," he pulled the chair out from underneath the table and sat down next to her.

"Right, New York," she quickly searched up the bus timetable and pulled it up on her browser, "The next bus leaving here goes to Cleveland. Apparently, you can buy a double ticket: One to Cleveland and one straight to Chicago,"

"Are those cities like this one?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "Definitely not. This isn't a city, it's more of a town. Cleveland is a small city but Chicago a big city like New York," They both fell into a silence of thinking.

"What is today's date?"

"The fourth of June," Silence enveloped them again. It's been about a week since his Attack on New York. The Avengers surely would've started his search for him as soon as they recovered, which is no less than a couple days. The search would start with an extensive sweep of New York city and its surroundings before the Avengers realized he was nowhere near there. That would take about 3 days with S.H.I.E.L.D agents deployed accordingly. The Avengers themselves will partake in these searches, he was sure. Now where to go to avoid the Avengers. He wished it could be forever but he knew that wasn't the case. Even if he can outrun the Avengers, he can't outrun his brother and Heimdall. Now he had a screen around him and the girl, shielding them from the prying eyes of the Gatekeeper. He just had to plan for the worst.

As he was contemplated, an idea sprung in his mind. He grasped it with both hands and began to nurtured it with thoughts. The more he thought about it, the more wonderful the idea was.

"Child," Momo's bottle green eyes flashed up at him, "I have a plan to propose,"

"Tell me!" she eagerly leaned in.

"We shall fool them," he said quietly, eyes glancing around to see if anyone was listening, "I'm aware that your government tracks everything from transactions to your technologies," she spurred him on with her nods, "So we shall trick them. Play them at their own game. You see, they would've have already started searching for me as it has been a week after I've disappeared. They would start searching from New York and outwards."

"Ooh I know!" she exclaimed, whispering, "We're going to buy that double bus ticket from here to Ohio and to Chicago but actually, we're going to Ohio and taking a bus back to New York because they would already searched for you there so you don't have to worry about them looking for you as they are going to look everywhere but New York!"

Her eyes lit while she talked, marvelling at the plan she help build. A wave of annoyance washed over him. He hated people cutting him off, especially so when they are right.

"If you know the plan I've come up with so well then please, finished it,"

"Geez," she crossed her arms over her chest,"What's with the attitude? Anyways, I was thinking you go buy the ticket wearing your weird god outfit," he arched his eyebrows at her, "What? If you're going to lead them away, at least make it really obvious. As I was saying, you're going to go up to the counter and buy the ticket in your god outfit. There are cameras at the station so they shouldn't have a problem seeing you. As for the next part, I'm not so sure. There needs to be a way for you to be on that bus wearing you god outfit and your normal clothes at the same time," he smirked at her.

"I believe I have a solution for that,"

"You do?" her eyes gleamed, "Tell me how,"

"I have the means of duplicating myself," his smirk widened as she looked at him in awe. If only the whole human population could look at him like that.

"Then that solves all of our problems!" her hands danced around as she explained the rest of the plan he came up with to him, "We'll board the bus with your duplicate. Once we get to Cleveland, you need to get your duplicate to board the next bus to Chicago while we buy ourselves a ticket to Harrisburg,"

"Why not acquire a ticket straight to New York?"

"There isn't one. We'll just have to buy another ticket at Harrisburg," she scrunched her nose, "We have a problem though,"

"What problem do we have?"

"Money," she unzipped her bag and pulled out wrinkled cash, "I only got enough to buy us tickets to Cleveland,"

"Don't worry about that," he said snapping his fingers. A pile of money appeared on the table between them. Some were new but some were folded up and rumpled. Momo's eyes became wide as saucers as she stared at the piles of 10s and 20s.

"Where did you get all that money?"

"Them," he jerked his head at the general direction of the students present in the library. She looked at him in wonder. "You're not so bad at this after all," she grabbed the pile with both hands and started counting the money. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she counted and she gasped.

"We have a total of 190 dollars!" she continued, "This could actually work!" The old grey haired librarian peered down her glasses and gave Momo a stern look.

"Inside voices in the library please!" Momo gulped and shrugged her shoulders, giving Loki a playful look. Loki shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"We need to start our plan now, we don't have much time," Loki stood up and looked at Momo expectantly, "Get up child,"

"Geez calm down dude," she grumbled, getting up, "Don't get your panties in a twist," Loki twisted around and stared at her.

"Who taught you such foul language?"

"Since when did you care?" Momo pushed past him and walked outside. Loki sight, staring at the ceiling before following after her. Because of his long legs, he easily caught up to her but allowed her to take the lead as he had no idea where the bus station was. They walked in silence so Loki took to looking at the scenery. There were more humans walking around now, probably getting back from work. Young children ran up and down the street with the older ones walking in groups of 4 to 6. But none of that really mattered to the god. His minds were occupied with the task of breaking down Momo's character. She had courage, he had to give that to her for daring to stand up against him. Her heart is big for her body and her eyes gave her away. He was sure she was too skinny for her age and knew things children shouldn't know. One second she's cheery and happy, then her mood drops like a brick and she becomes stormier than Thor's sulky weather. She reminded him of someone but he couldn't put his finger on who.

Momo was also having some thoughts on the god trailing behind her. Some rather nasty thoughts. Words like idiot, stupid, retarded, arrogant, flew through her mind as she sauntered on the sidewalk. Why was she even helping this arrogant oaf in the first place? Oh right, he threatened to kill her. For all she knew, the russian mafia could be after her! But that doesn't matter, she was on the run anyways. She hated the fact he looked down on her like some cute dog he bought at the pet shop. She will not be owned. Not bothering to look back to see if the pigheaded god was after her, she made a sharp left and turned into an alley two buildings down from the bus station.

"What are we doing here?" she rolled her eyes.

"You need to send your duplicate to go buy the tickets," Loki huffed and flicked his wrist. An exact replica of him in his Asgardian armor materialized from green sparkles. If Momo was impressed or not, she didn't show it. Her face remained a tight frown as she plopped down on her ground leaned against the wall. Loki sat next to her and they both watched the duplicate walk out of the alley. They sat in silence, staring at the wall in front of them. Momo played with her fingernails and Loki tapped his thigh in a random beat.

"Entertain me,"

"Excuse me?"

"I said," Loki said impatiently, "Entertain me,"

"I'm not your pet," she spat out the last word like it was poison. Loki grabbed her wrist and pulled her till she was facing him. Momo struggled but stopped as his grip tightened till she was convinced her wrist was broken.

"Entertain me," he growled, his pupils dilated. She stared back at him with wide eyes, unaware that she was shaking. Grimacing, she let out a gasp of pain and looked down at the black concrete.

"I-I can play the ukulele," biting her lip she looked up again into Loki's hard eyes, "B-but I left it back in the other alley," Loki snapped his fingers and her whiskey brown ukulele appeared on his lap.

"Play." Loki let go of her wrist and she hesitantly reached for the ukulele. She strummed a chord. Then another. then another until she gained an an appropriate speed. Gulping, she softly whispered out the first words of the song.

There was a time when I was alone

Nowhere to go and no place to call home

My only friend was the man in the moon

And even sometimes he would go away, too

The soft melancholy lyrics soothed Loki's frown creases on his forehead into nothing. His hard eyes soften as he watched the fragile girl.

Then one night, as I closed my eyes

I saw a shadow flying high

He came to me with the sweetest smile

Told me he wanted to talk for awhile

He said, "Peter Pan, that's what they call me

I promise that you'll never be lonely,"

And ever since that day…

She softly hit the high and let it linger in the air as a soft breeze flew by. Anticipation built up in the little alley as the last echoes of the note bounced of the walls.

I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we're bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from Captain Hook

"Run, run, lost boy, " they say to me

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

She held her breath and suddenly had new found interest in the strings of her ukulele. Her cheeks were flushed pink. Loki licked his lips. They were saved from the awkward moment when Loki's duplicate walked into the alley and fizzled out of existence.

"I believe it is now our turn to buy our tickets," Momo nodded, still keeping her eyes on the ground and strapped her ukulele on her shoulders along with her backpack. They silently slinked out from the shadows. This time, Momo didn't lead, instead, she walked beside Loki, letting him lead the way.

They made their way to the counter, standing in line behind a young couple who were smiling from ear to ear; being absolutely adored with each other. Both god and girl choked at the sight, one doing it very openly and done doing it more conservatively. Momo grimaced as the couple pulled in for a quick kiss after the purchase of their tickets and followed Loki as he walked towards the counter.

"How may I help you today?" the old lady said in a frail voice looking at them from behind red cat glasses. Her wispy silver hair framed her small round face. From reading her badge, both learned her name: Matilda Reese.

"I would like to purchase a ticket for both I and my, uh," Loki looked down at Momo, in which she returned a small nod, "Cousin. I am aware that you sell a double ticket going from here to Chicago?"

"We sure do hun," the old lady said smiling, "That would be 60 dollars," Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out the right amount of money. How he did that without having to count was a mystery Momo has yet to solve. He accepted the tickets with both hands and a smile that never quite reached his eyes. Loki gently pushed Momo from behind with his hands barely touching her shoulders and led her to a nearby bench shaded by a tree overhead.

"So what do we do now?" Momo said as she sat down, "Sit here and wait?"

"Well what do you propose we do?" Momo huffed quietly and started kicking the gravel with her feet. Loki crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back. They watched people scurrying in and out of the station under the afternoon sun. Some pulled along a luggage behind them as they checked their watch. Some wore heavy camping backpacks and huddled around in groups around a map. Others held a briefcase or a rather large handbag and walked briskly with earbuds dangling down towards the station and disappeared within.

"W-what do you think of earth?" Loki looked at her. How could she have the nerve to engage in a conversation with him just right after what he did to her? He couldn't decide whether she was stupid or brave, "Well?" Loki cleared his throat.

"It is filled with pathetic fools who think they are the best,"

"Like you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing!" Momo started whistling as she pretended to be interesting in the shadows in front of her. Loki felt the urge of undeniable rage coursing through his body. Right then, he wanted nothing more than to wring her throat. But he couldn't, not now, not here at least.

"What do you think about the landscape and scenery?" Loki glared at her and she blinked at him with wide innocent eyes, "What? I'm just asking a question," Loki narrowed his eyes and huffed.

"It has some wonders of its own but nothing can compare to Asgard," Momo nodded along, resting her chin on her hand while propping her elbow on her knee.

"Your home must be great,"

"Asgard is not my home!" he snapped, "It never was and it never will be," Momo stared at him with an un indescribable look. Then she looked away and squinted her eyes at the station. She slapped Loki's arm and stood up.

"It's time! It's time!"

"Time?"

"The bus is going to leave in 10 minutes you idiot!" she grabbed his arm and pulled him after her. For a small girl, she had strength to pull a god across the street and into the station. If he wasn't so rushed and surprised, he would've gut her for calling him an idiot. He allowed himself to be pulled and pushed through the bus station. Surely the sight of a small girl dragging a grown man in a black hoodie was normal here in Midgard? But gauging from the surprised looks of the people they passed, it wasn't. He settled on giving them bored looks as if this was completely normal. Something told him it will be if he stayed with this mortal long enough.

They stopped in front of a doorway, a sliding doorway guarded by, well, a guard.

"May I have your tickets?" the man said in a monotone voice. Momo nudged Loki's arm. He grumbled and reached into his pockets, pulling out two tickets. The guard took the tickets and lazily waved them through. Loki followed Momo through the sliding doors and onto the bus where Momo gave the bus driver a friendly wave before making her way towards the back of the bus. She slid in the window on the left and put her bad and ukulele on the floor. Loki took the seat next to her.

They watched an old man, two ladies, and a couple of solo boys board the bus before it took off. The old man sat near the doors at the front, the two ladies sat near the doors at the back and the solo boys sat somewhere in between. No one made any move to sit at the back. Maybe it was the sight of a black hooded man with a hippie teen that deterred them.