I'M BAACCCKKKK! With a real chapter this time. It's mostly filler, but now that I have my own computer and am home again, I can write a lot more often. Enjoy.

CHAPTER TEN:

The next day, we were three in only a few people left in the helicarrier. Everyone else was busy preparing for the hell that was about to be unleashed on a now deserted New York City. The night before, the last civilians had been evacuated to nearby towns, where they would stay until the Avengers could deal with the Chitauri. Only a few people remained, mostly to keep it in the air.

For some stupid reason, a backup team had been set up using the US army, and they were stationed in buildings ready to shoot down the ones that escaped the others.

All in all, there was much more preparation put in to make sure the world was safe.

I was surprised that Fury was so willing to have Loki on his elite team, considering just a few weeks ago he almost killed hundreds in Germany, as well as countless others in Puente Antiguo beforehand. I guess for him, the ability to save the world was currently higher on his list than being a former mass murderer. It also pissed me off, because he knew that Stella, Rayna and I had that ability in us, yet we still couldn't do anything. We actually had powers, unlike a few Avengers, 'cough'Hawkeye'cough'Iron Man'cough.' (AN: I don't actually have anything against those two, they just fit in this rant)

I had my computer out, and I was sifting through my Tumblr dashboard, when an email alert popped up in the multiple tabs open. I opened the page, and almost died when I saw the contact name.

My sister replied.

Frantically, I read the message, and I sighed with both relief and frustration.

"I'm sorry, but what? How the hell would you have ended up in the Avengers world? There's scientifically no possible way to travel through the space continum to another dimension. I don't know what kind of crap you're trying to trick me with, or what drugs you're taking behind my back, but you don't have me fooled one bit. And wherever you are, come home. Everyone is frantic. I miss you."

"Typical Jade. Always the non-beliver until it happens right in front of her. And then she's still skeptical." I said, catching the attention of Rayna, who had been boredly flicking through a magazine.

"Of course she's like that. She's twelve. Give her a little leeway."

"She's trusted every god damn thing I've told her since she was born, and now, when I'm about to do something completly life threatening, she blows it off as if it were just a joke. And I might die knowing she doesn't believe me."

"Oh come on. If that happens, you know I'll find a way to get another portal going so I can tell her. And take her here. For your funeral."

"Yeah. Helpful as always." I commented sarcastically.

"It's what I do best!" She told me, ignoring the sarcasm, and flipping to a new page. She was the same as always, I guess. I would have protested, but Stella came barging into the room., carrying a huge bag.

"Guys, I have a surprise!" Both Rayna and I groaned. This phrase was usually followed by, 'I got pancakes!' and that was never a good thing.

"Oh gods, you better not have found pancakes..."

"I told you, I'm over that now!" she complained. "But seriously, I was able to sneak out and get us these." She reached into the bag, and tossed Rayna and I each a bundle of fabric, mine green and brown, and hers electric yellow and black. "I also got into a stash of guns." Following was a bag which I couldn't see the contents of.

"I can see how that would take the entire morning." Rayna commented. "I think we'll be fine out there." She stood up to return to her room, but a loud knock on the door caught their attention. I stood up and opened it, to find a panting agent.

"Now what?" I asked.

She paused for a moment to catch her breath. "One of Loki's former slaves has murdered Agent Coulson."

I'm so sorry. It was vital to the storyline. I will continue in the next chapter, which will hopefully be up soon.

~AriRee