I was ruffly shoved in some sort of closet, and the lock clicked behind me. I heard someone muttering as they walked away that "Stupid 'heroes' breaking our cells." I guessed Loki's cell was gone.

I had missed a bloody awful lot.

My suspicions were confirmed as I nearly drowned in mangy old coats. So a magnificently funded agency couldn't afford hangers?

I didn't even bother moving, since after a brief struggle I gave up hope that I would ever get out of there without smelling like dust. Getting out at all, even because those coats were everywhere. They even smelt of rust! There wasn't any metal on them, right? S.H.I.E.L.D. really needs to provide better containment because it was a living hell in that cramped closet.

I swam in miserable thoughts for a half an hour, or so I guessed since my watch had been taken off at the hospital. When someone at last got me, I wasn't a pretty sight. My hair was disheveled by the way it hung in front of my face, and I smelt worse than my mother's two-day old casserole.

The person grabbed me ruffly by the shoulder and haled me up. I swayed as they pushed me along the hall. Before he could close the door, though, I caught a glance at what I was wallowing in and gagged despite myself.

They were old doctors coats and to make things worse, they were splattered with blood.

Holy crazy lunatics I was sitting in blood.

I looked down at my tattered and ripped cloths and saw they were also covered in blood.

"Yech!"I exclaimed with a shudder. The fabric that was once a dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform was now a disgusting stitch of rags and blood. Some of it my own and some who knows what.

I was lead to a room where all of The Avengers swiveled around to take a good long look at my while I sat down.

There was a pause.

"What the hell?" Clint took in my bloodied state. "Why are you covered in blood?"

Fury's questioning eyes seemed to ask the same question, as did everyone else's wary gazes. They most likely thought it was because I was harming myself or something stupid.

"When you're shoved in a closet filled with dusty and bloody coats, this is the result, in case any of you were wondering," I shrugged and my guard shoved me into a chair, then stood over it as if I was about to make a bunch of things explode.

I looked around and saw that both Thor and Dr. Banner were missing. Odd.

Fury got everyone's attention by clearing his throat loudly. "We all know Loki is going to strike soon. Very soon. It could be in days or weeks, honestly there's no way of knowing for certain, but we have to be ready."

He looks over everyone in the room, then his gaze settled on me.

"Agent Robertson?"

"Yes?"

It was like a tennis match, the rest of them looking between him and me, as I looked fearlessly at the man who I quivered at the sight of only a week before. It shocked me, how much I had changed.

"You will be shipped off to a permanent prison."

What?

"What?"I was so confused. Where the hell did that come from?

"Oh, yes. We saw the footage on the base." Fury gestured at a T.V. I hadn't noticed before. He switched it on, and it showed me bursting through the door, eyes wide and panicked. The Melony in the video stopped and watched the people die one by one. I saw the glazed look of fury (not the guy who was glaring at me as I watched this, the emotion) and she ran up, twisted the gun around in a complicated maneuver the pointed the gun straight at the guys head. She hesitated then lowered the weapon.

Even as I was watching the footage I hardly expected Loki to vanish and put her in an arm lock. He snatched the spear back, said a few words then knocked me out. Hey, I said all this already, right?

I didn't say the people around me's reaction, though.

"Where the hell did you learn that move?" Clint asked. I couldn't help but smirk, yet it wavered. Where did I learn that?

Black Widow was as indifferent as always, but that was typical for the unemotional spy. Steve, I don't know. I guess it was the "God bless America" kind of thing when I didn't kill the guy. Tony wasn't even paying attention, admiring himself through the now blank T.V. screens reflection.

Fury was unimpressed.

"Why can't I fight?" I knew I sounded like a three year old whining, but I didn't care. I needed to fight this asshole, otherwise known as Loki.

Before he could even speak, Natasha interjected. "We'll worry about you later. This isn't what you were summoned for. You were called to watch, so watch."

I grumpily lowered my head.

The whole meeting was an utter waste of my time, and I hardly paid it any attention. I lost interest as soon as they were bickering about where exactly Loki would strike. They argued that Loki went to Germany, so why would he just stay in the United States? I half expected for Steve to stand up dramatically, with the anthem blaring in the background and him looking off into the distance saying, "Because, America." That would have made everything more interesting.

Instead he stayed seated, fiddling with his belt.

I groaned quietly to myself. When is this stupid thing going to be over?

Near the end of the meeting, it was basically only Tony and Fury yelling at each other, arguing if Tony should be allowed to blow a bunch of stuff up.

Clint, who had been silent almost this entire time stood up violently, his chair flying behind him. A shudder went through him, and he groaned inwardly. He slammed his fists on the table and shook drastically.

"Get out of my head!" Clint cried out, clawing at the table.

Fury's eyes went wide, and he stumbled back. Was Loki taking control of Clint again?

The director went to the door in a hurry, and soon disappeared behind a corner, the guard who was standing over me in hot pursuit.

I was too stunned to move.

Tony laughed. "Oh, that was good."

Clint straightened and smiled. "I was awesome, if I do say so myself."

"Wait," I stood up slowly. "So you're not being taken over again?"

Still smiling he shook his head.

"Then why-"

"Let me piece it together for you, sweet heart," Tony sounded annoyed. "It was staged to get Eye Patch outta here. We're leaving."

"You- did that on purpose?"

"Yes," Natasha nodded and stood up, followed by Steve and Stark. "As Stark said, we're leaving."

"To where?"

"New York,"Captain informed me. "In other words, where Loki's striking."

"If you knew this already, why did Fury even make this meeting?"

"We honestly don't know. Maybe it was a test to see if we were up to it. Though I don't think he exactly expected what he got." Clint smirked, and adjusted his bow. "As repeated many times, are you coming?"

I would have been an idiot to say no.

"Good." Stark nodded, then turned to the rest of them. "Told you she would come."

"Another thing," Natasha stated as we exited the room and went down to the hanger bay. "We actually aren't exactly allowed to fight, but hey. Now Fury's not responsible for our great escape."

We reached the hanger bay and I realized Stark wasn't with us. I informed Steve, but he just responded with "it's all part of the plan."

Helpful. Thanks.

Steve bullied the pilot into giving him the ship, and I saw a sight for sore eyes coming to join us.

She tackled me into a hug as she saw me as well, and I could hardly gasp out her name, but I managed.

"Emily!"

Our reunion was interrupted by a rather annoyed Natasha yelling at us to hurry up. We parted, still smiling like crazy and hopped aboard the ship.

It was time to kick some much overdue villain's ass.

Greetings.

I'm sorry about this chapter because it may not be in pristine condition, but I'v been busy, and had a horrible case of writers block.

Enjoy anyway!

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-Lialioya