Loki closed his phone and took off his apron. He had to wear one at the petshop and liked to wear it home. With nothing more than the casual clothes on his back, he ran to hail a cab and was off to the Empire State Building.

When he arrived, police, fire trucks, and a few ambulances had their lights blaring and were hauling people out of the building. Loki ran to the Caution tape and pushed a guard aside.

Forgetting he was just a human now, he took the elevator to the top floor and it dinged open. Upon the doors creaking open a blast of light shot at him and he dodged it by slamming his body against the right side of the shaft. He ducked down, and ran out into the lobby and hid behind a small portion of wall. Steve had curled himself up into the corner of the lobby and clutched his chest. What was once blue on his chest was now a deep, crimson red. He had blood seeping out of his mouth and down his chin and a stream out of his nose. He looked at Loki and shook his head.

"Don't…" he breathed.

Loki peered into the room noticing a pool of blood puddle under Natasha, who remained lifeless and felt his stomach cringe. He saw Thor struggle to get up and moved behind a cubical for protection. He rested his head on the wall and inhaled deeply. The wounds on his neck and arms began to regenerate and heal, but Loki knew his brother's powers were powerful but it always took longer than Loki ever could.

He had to move and think fast. He peered around the corner once more looking for Tony and felt his heart stop. Just on the backside of the wall Loki said pressed against Tony sat.

His nose looked beyond repair, his entire bottom half of his face smothered in blood, and his left eye already blackened and forced closed. A bone was poking its way through his armor on his arm and Loki knew they had never practiced with broken bones before. But why wasn't he healing himself now? Why hadn't he put up a transparent force field was beyond him, but now wasn't time to worry about that.

"Loki, stay here." Steve commanded whispering as new blood bubbled out of his mouth.

"No, I have to-"

"You'll die."

Loki was aware of this, but he had to do something to help them. "Where's Banner and Barton?" he asked Steve.

"Not sure,"

Loki ran, pressed the elevator button, ran back to his spot, waited for the elevator to open, ran inside, and shoved himself the wall again. There was another attack into the elevator and he smashed the 'close door' button until the contraption finally began to descend. He took out his phone and dialed Clint's number. (He had stolen all of the contact information from Tony's phone just in case.)

"Hello, this is Barton,"

"Clint, it's Loki,"

"What do you want?"

"Meet me on the 57th floor, bring Banner."

"You're here?"

Loki hung up the phone and waited until he was at the right floor, exited, and waited in the empty lobby.

Moments later Clint and Banner filed into the room with him.

"Everyone's down on the top floor."

"Steve?" Clint asked suddenly alarmed.

"He's alive, but badly wounded."

"Thor is healing, but Tony and Natasha…" he trailed off feeling nervous.

"Shit." Bruce spat clutching his fists. "I can't let the Other Guy out in a building. He'll tear this place apart."

"Then you go down and help the civilians," Clint ordered, "If we need you we'll call. But we can't have the Hulk-"

"Got it. See you on the ground floor," Bruce said already in the elevator going down.

Clint looked at Loki and scoffed, "I don't trust you."

"I'm not asking you to."

"Then why are you here?"

"Tony called me."

"You can leave now."

"I highly doubt your living probability goes up by me leaving,"

"It actually lessens it,"

"How so?"

"You're human."

"So are you."

"With a bow."

"And no more arrows."

Clint looked back at his case and found exactly what Loki had said. He had no more arrows left. He looked at Loki and grabbed his collar, "I don't know what you're up to. I don't give a flying fuck if Fury trusts you, I don't. You tried to enslave our entire planet and you want me to trust you after you say a few nice words? I don't fuckin' think so, pal."

"It's said on Asgard that foul language is only used by the unintelligent and poor. I didn't think of you to that standard."

"Bastard."

"Can we go now? I don't want to have our friends to die on us."

"My friends, you mean."

"Let go."

Clint made their noses touch, "Leave."

"And you think you can handle this situation by yourself?"

"I know I can better than you ever will."

"I'm not giving Tony to your measly hands," Clint snarled. "Can we go already before they die?"

Clint didn't argue anymore. He let go of Loki and pressed the 'up' button until it dinged and the two formed inside.

The arrived at the top floor and Loki shoved Clint down waiting for an attack. It never came. "Rogers!" Clint exclaimed seeing the Captain out of the corner of his eye. He ran over to aide the man.

"Kill her," Steve said closing his eyes and breathing hard. "That woman. Kill her."

Clint peered through the gaping hole in the wall. He looked around for the woman he spoke of and found her sitting at a computer desk whizzing her fingers across the keyboard yet again. She looked easy enough to beat, but by the looks of everyone's status he guessed otherwise. Regardless of having no arrows, he could still use his bow as a lethal weapon.

Loki placed himself by the wall again and thought. He was excellent in hand-to-hand combat, but by the looks of it he'd have to take a different angle.

There was a ding, a click, and then a shuffle of feet. Barton looked through the wall again and saw the woman standing with a blank disk between her fingers. She held the Mjolnir tightly in her grasp as she made her way to the elevator.

"How is she able to wield the hammer?" Loki asked dumbstruck.

The woman came into the lobby and Clint jumped her. He pulled her hair, clawed at her skin, and pulled her down to the ground. She yelped in surprise and swung the hammer on Clint's exposed hand. It shattered the bones on contact and he let go screaming.

While the woman was still down, Loki kneed her in the face and grabbed the Mjolnir. It became heavy when he touched it and slammed to the ground. Not wanting to wield the weapon himself, he straddled the woman on the ground and grabbed her hands away from her body. He head butted her in the face and blood splattered out of her nose.

She snorted and licked her teeth with blood coating her tongue.

"Give up." He simply said.

"That's it? That's all you've got?" she asked.

Loki didn't know what to say other than, "Yes." She squirmed for a moment underneath him in struggle and then relaxed.

"It's been a while since a man of your size has straddled me like this," she grinned.

Feeling repelled to get off of her; he stayed there knowing she would strike back if he gave her the opportunity.

"Oh c'mon, baby-doll, you're frail and thin, you have no muscle yet you sit on me like an oaf." She was smiling now. She dug her nails into his hands and produced a few droplets of blood. Loki ignored this pain and heard the elevator moving.

Bruce came out, "I couldn't sit down there," he said walking over to Loki looking at the mess of his friends. He ignored his fear and went over to help stabilize the woman.