A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out! The sad part is, it's not even that long! There are really no redeeming qualities in this chapter, and in my personal opinion, it isn't that well written either! I really hated writing this chapter, but hopefully it'll get better by the next one! I have a nasty case of writer's block right now, and I've got summer homework to finish for my AP US History class to finish before next Wednesday! HOLY SHIT IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW! SO MUCH PRESSURE! AHHHH!

And may I just say that I feel insanely threatened by the people who wanted to strangle me for leaving a cliffhanger like that? Jeez Louiz you guys, seriously! LOL, you probably won't be very happy with me after this, though. Let's just say that cliffies are my drug of choice, and I am a stone-cold addict.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, but I've got some people that I'd like to respond to in this A/N:

Fantasy-Mania31: Lol, Lola is a total pottymouth! I took a bit of her character from myself, including the pottymouth bit (I am not proud of that!) so I hope it's not too presumptuous to say thank you for the compliment!

ImmortalWar: I am sorry to say that Lola doesn't kick ass in this chapter. She will soon, cross my heart and hope to get hit with Captain America's shield! But really, though? Butterscotch and white chocolate chip? You are a strange one, my dear friend!

PenNameless1994: Last chapter was probably my favorite so far, just because of the BlackHawk reconnection and Steve's last line. I saw him as being very loyal to those he loves, and I had to make sure you guys saw his dedication to finding his goddaughter!

Rue Mo: Why, thank you, doll! I think we will definitely be seeing some more of kick-ass Hermione and Lola soon! They make a team that is almost as good as peanut butter and jelly if I do say so myself!

Crazyhyper09: Thanks! I get very excited when I see new review alerts in my inbox! Hint, hint! PS, that is a great penname!

SlyLittleLuna1234: Thank you so much for letting me use your plotbunny! I cannot express in words how much it means to me that you are reading my story, and reviewing for me! I will totally keep reading your story, just because I always get so excited to read it!

Disclaimer: I went to Marvel last week and asked if they would consider giving me the Avengers. I got laughed out of the building, so I think it's safe to say I don't own them. JK Rowling still hasn't written me back, so don't think I own HP either.

ON TO THE STORY! AVENGERS AND ORDER MEMBERS ASSEMBLE!


The Avengers, plus Hermione, sat waiting in the remains of what used to be Bruce's lab as cleanup went on around them.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

They gave awkward glances towards Hermione, who had taken to staring intently at her watch.

Finally, Clint sent an exasperated glance at the witch.

"When are they –"

Several pops sounded, and suddenly there were a dozen or so more bodies on the bridge than there were before. The surprise of it all had the Avengers, Bruce included, jumping to their feet, ready to fight.

Tony leaned over to Steve.

"Why are there so many gingers?"

Steve just shot him an annoyed look.

Hermione rolled her eyes up to the standing archer. "Now," she replied before turning her head to the group that had appeared. "What was the first thing I ever said to Charlotte Potter and Ronald Weasley?"

Ron stepped forward, mimicking Hermione's first-year voice. "'Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his,'" he answered in a squeaky tone that had Hermione glaring at him, which he ignored. "Who led Lola Potter to the sword of Gryffindor, and why did I get wet soon after she found it?"

"A Patronus in the shape of a doe, which I believe to be the Patronus of one Severus Snape," Hermione answered as the Avengers sat down, seemingly convinced that the Order members weren't a threat. "And you had to jump in that pond to save Lola because that bloody locket was trying to drown her."

"Hold on," Tony said incredulously. "Are you saying that a piece of jewelry tried to drown my goddaughter?"

Ron leveled him with a look. "It was a nasty piece of jewelry," he deadpanned. Then, his face grew confused. "Did he just say goddaughter?" Ron pointed to Tony, who didn't look at all placated with the explanation Ron had given him.

"Indeed he did, carrot-headed man," Thor boomed, making Hermione grin in amusement.

"There something we missed, Hermione?" Ginny asked, staring wide-eyed at the huge demigod.

"Well…" Hermione launched into a brief explanation of the day's findings.

When she finished, Oliver Wood was looking worriedly between the six super-humans.

George elbowed him in the gut.

"Bet you'll have fun asking Potter on a date now, eh Wood?" Fred snorted, and Oliver swallowed audibly.

"That is absolutely, positively none of your business, Fred!" Ginny scolded, punching her brother in the arm. He winced.

The Avengers looked the Keeper up and down, visibly judging him.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop it, you're scaring him," she said, staring daggers at the six people.

They turned to her.

"That's kind of the idea," Tony pointed out.

"Lola's her own person, and she really won't appreciate your actions, intentions be damned," she replied firmly. Oliver gave her a grateful look.

"But –" Steve started.

Ginny jumped in. "But nothing! She's a legal adult –"

"She's only seventeen –" Clint started to say.

" –in the eyes of the wizarding world, Lola Potter is a full-fledged witch! And, even if she wasn't, she's fought in a war, done things you Muggles probably couldn't imagine. She can look out for herself."

"And whenever she couldn't –" Seamus started.

"Or didn't," Dean added.

" –We did."

"Besides," Fred said. "Wood's been in love with the girl for seven years, we know exactly what his intentions –"

"Alright, I think that's enough," Oliver cut in, face bright red.

He shot a glare at the twins.

"This is your fault!" he hissed in a deadly tone. "I just might kill you later."

"Oh, we're so scared!" they cried sarcastically in unison.

"Can we focus, please?" Steve asked suddenly.

"Right," Hermione said, as she made quick introductions. She didn't miss the curious stare Steve had sent Kelly Hardwicke Collins ("Call me Collins" she'd said gruffly), and she certainly didn't miss the seductive glance the dark-skinned Quidditch player had sent Steve in return. The super-soldier had blushed wildly and looked away, but kept sneaking glances when he thought Collins wouldn't notice.

I must check into that, Hermione thought briefly before continuing introductions.

Thor had started to stare in a very obvious manner at Jennifer "Watson" Holmes when Hermione had introduced her. Jennifer had been dubbed "Watson" by the Muggle-raised members of the Order after Sherlock Holmes's partner; soon after meeting her, the Order discovered that any derivative of Jennifer had been too close to Ginny or Gin to easily distinguish between the two. Thus, they'd taken to calling the tall blonde "Watson", and it was a funny coincidence that the woman was also healer-certified, a fact that they didn't find out until later.

Watson didn't give Thor the time of day, causing smirks between many of the Order members. Watson wasn't known for her tact; she was a no-nonsense person with a dry sense of humor and a notable lack of patience, especially for the opposite sex.

"…and that's Dean Thomas," Hermione finished with the tall Afro-British man, who gave a slight nod in greeting.

"So now that the meet-and-greet's over," Tony said impatiently, "How are we going to get Lola back?"

"And save the world," Hermione added, tilting her head slightly.

"But more so the first than the second," Tony finished.

A few moments of silence.

"Guys? I think I've got a plan."

The group collectively turned to Collins.

"Well, don't just stand there!" Ginny said, sounding suspiciously like Molly Weasley with the authority of her tone. "Spit it out!"

"Well," Collins continued hesitantly, "It's utter madness, in my most professional opinion. And we're going to require a certain person with a slight case of narcissism to provide a distraction."

Tony looked almost indignant.

"I prefer the term self-obsessed if you don't mind."


"So, Rogers," Hermione said casually as she sat down in the quinjet. "I saw you staring at Collins earlier."

The super-soldier began to sputter, while looking around wildly to make sure no one else had heard. Bruce, who was sitting next to Hermione, had, though, and he struggled to hide his smirk.

"I – I –"

"It's okay, you know," Hermione whispered. "If you fancy her, I mean."

Steve shook his head. "She's a beautif –pretty dame – I mean woman," he stuttered, his eyes following Collins's hand gestures as she imitated swinging a beater's bat while speaking in quiet tones with Fred, George and Oliver.

"She's single," Hermione offered. "You should ask her out sometime."

Collins mimed beating George over the head with a bat and the small group of four erupted into quiet giggles.

"Uh, Hermione?" Bruce said, smiling slightly. "I don't think Rogers knows the first thing about women."

"Women have vaginas," Hermione stated, grinning. "That's the first thing you should know."

Steve turned bright red, and Hermione laughed into her sleeve.


Lola groaned for the second time that day as her eyes forced themselves open.

She had been tied to a chair by her hands and feet, and a layer of duct tape had been stuck to her mouth.

Lola tilted her head off her chest, and looked around for an escape route.

She was in what appeared to be a penthouse, and she guessed by the extravagance of the room and the view out the window that she was in StarkTower. Loki was nowhere to be found, and there was nothing in her vision that she could use to escape.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck, fuck, fuck! This whole "getting the Tesseract" thing was supposed to be no-fuss for me, Lola thought to herself.

Yeah, well nothing is ever no-fuss for you, a little voice inside her head told her. What makes you think things would start being simple now? And you should really watch your language.

Touché. And, no, I really don't think I need to, so do me a favor and shut the goddamned hell up!

The little voice didn't say anything.

Okay, Potter, time to save yourself.

Another experimental wiggle told her that she had been bound with rope.

I've got the power of fire, and he ties me with rope? What the hell is wrong with this guy?

The flames came to her hands, and, within moments, the ropes had fallen from her upper body. Quickly, Lola bent down to burn the rope off her feet, and noticed with a smirk that Loki had left most of her weapons on her person. The only thing he had visibly taken was her wand.

Didn't mean that she didn't have a broom, though.

Lola stood, peeling the duct tape off her mouth with a grimace before working her jaw to try and get some feeling back into her lips.

That fucking hurt.

Lola realized with a start that the little voice had been right.

I told you, the voice said with a smirking tone, You have a potty-mouth.

Did I give you permission to speak? No? THEN SHUT UP!

"Ah, the little witch has escaped."

Lola whipped herself around to find Loki at an uncomfortably small distance away from her.

"You did bind me with rope, of all things," Lola replied calmly, her fingers twitching at her thigh holsters. "And I do have the power of fire. How could I not?"

"But that is what I was expecting," Loki said with a creepy smile that had Lola backing up a few feet.

"May I have my wand back, please?" she asked coldly.

"You know," he said. "I've seen your use of your powers. You really…"

He took her wand between his two hands and snapped it in half.

Shit! Not again!

"…don't need this, now, do you?"

"Insurance policy," Lola explained with a straight face, masking her irritation. "In case Death decides to take her powers back from me."

Loki shrugged, pocketing the two halves of her wand. "Oops." He smirked, not looking at all remorseful.

"I really wish you hadn't done that," said Lola.

"Ah, but I don't have to care, now, do I?" he replied.

Then, Lola's face became one of understanding.

"You truly think that you will succeed today."

"How can I not?"

"You will lose," she said, making eye contact with him again.

"Oh, I doubt it," he replied, leveling the scepter at her. "When this battle is over, all will fall before me. Those who seek to oppose me will be slaughtered, and I will control everything.

"You could join me, Charlotte –"

Lola, the name's Lola, you crazy fuck.

"– and together we would be unstoppable."

I think not.

Lola's chin jutted out. "No thanks, I've got enough on my plate already. Besides, I've already told you that you will lose."

"And why is that?"

"You lack purpose," she said quietly. "A reason behind your actions. You seek to control Earth because you think it will fill a hole in your black heart, one that you believe was created because you weren't made king of Asguard, because your parents didn't love you enough to want you.

"Well, let me tell you something, Loki Laufeyson. No matter how much power you have, whether or not you control the Earth, whether or not you control me…that won't fill whatever void is in your soul."

"Oh, yes?" he asked, reaching a finger out to touch her face. "And what will?"

"I'll let you know when I figure it out," she replied, pushing his hand away. "In the meantime, I'd prepare for the ass-kicking of your lifetime. I don't know what you've learned about me, but you should at least know that I'm not really the kind to stand for oppression."

"Is this a battle to the death, then?" Loki asked, voice lowering to a dangerous tone.

"Not death. If it were a battle to the death, you would lose in a heartbeat. Have you forgotten that I am her Mistress, and you supposedly cannot die?"

At the sound of gunshots and yells, they looked out the window to where the SHIELD quinjet had landed in the middle of the square. People rushed out of it, some on brooms, and some on foot. Lola grinned inwardly at the sight of multiple heads of red hair.

Her grin was lost when Loki suddenly seized her by the throat and pushed her towards the window.

"You might not be able to die," Loki said with an evil smile on his face. "But you can still feel pain."

With that, he threw her into the window, her body connecting painfully with the glass before breaking through it.

The wind and sounds of screaming rushed through her ears, and Lola realized with a start that the screams were coming from her own throat.

Come on, Potter! Save yourself! You've got a broom, right?

Before Lola could get a chance to try and save herself, an arm threw itself around her waist and jerked her fall to a screeching halt.

"Oh, that is so going to bruise later," Lola groaned.

"I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you'," Tony said from above her.

He took them towards the ground, and Lola rolled her eyes.

"I had it under control."

Tony shot her a look through the Iron Man mask, and Lola could almost see the reciprocated eye roll.

"Did you want me to drop you? Cause I can, if you want."

"No," Lola said quickly. "This is good. Thank you, Tony."

"You're welcome, Princess." He set her down next to the group of people near the quinjet before landing himself.

The group turned to Lola.

"Hey, so what's the –would you guys stop staring at me like that?! This is getting really annoying!"


A/N: HAHA, I am Queen of the Cliffies! I am ready to write, and my force, you readers, will follow. The favorites will be mine, the reviews will be mine. And the humans, what can you do, but burn and wait for the next chapter? (LOLZ, I have no idea what I'm saying right now.)

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