And now, the show that all of you lovely people have been waiting for! Or maybe the one you weren't really expecting this chapter but I'm giving you anyway? I dunno.

This chapter fought me a bit near the end- I hope you'll all forgive me?

And while I'm thinking about it, I want to personally thank the reviewer known as JLoL for asking some very good questions that were brought up in the last chapter. And regarding Kagome's abilities as well as her cover:

Kagome, while "undercover" I guess would be the closest term, is not going to be a stone cold killer like Clint and Natasha are. Is she capable of killing? If she were put into such a position, yes. Would she be completely immune to it? No. I actually made sure to leave out that information while in the training scenes. Why? Because Kagome is, first and foremost, not that kind of person. I'm actually really looking forward to seeing your reaction in a couple of chapters, because I definitely have plans about that, as well as the other particular issue about her cover itself.

Now, on with the show!

Summary:

Sesshoumaru finds his pack-mate Kagome in the present and decides that she will never be vulnerable again. The logical choice? Ship her off to America to be trained by a descendent of a hawk youkai and his mate in the art of assassination. Joke's on you, Sesshoumaru- you weren't expecting Gods to attack New York and enslave her trainer's mind. Now she's got to get him back- by any means possible. Because as much of a bastard as he is, he is pack. Gods damn it.

-;-

Kagome sighed, looking herself in the mirror above the sinks in the little public bathroom. Whoever had said that she'd left this life in the feudal era obviously didn't know that the world seemed to have it in for her.

Natasha had dropped her a few blocks away from Loki's location, close to the lab that they suspected Clint was going to be attacking. After all, once they found Loki, the pieces of the puzzle weren't long behind.

Which had led her here, changing into a black cat suit that looked a lot like the one Natasha had been wearing, as well as a custom longbow that had been supplied to her via request. The redheaded assassin knew that Kagome had trained extensively with the longbow during her time with Clint. Most likely beforehand as well, considering her established preference for the weapon.

"If I had to guess where he would be, it would be the left wing. If not there then he has to be with Loki. In any case, he's most likely in the area." Natasha's voice said in her ear. "The lab itself is only three blocks from your location."

"Got it." Kagome replied, pulling her hair back into a high tail.

"And Miko…don't die."

"Yeah." She smiled back. It was the closest thing she was going to get to a good-luck from the woman, as well as showing her concern despite the circumstances they found themselves in.

Sighing, Kagome shook the few remaining strands of hair out of her face, slung her bow and quiver over her shoulder, and dumped the change of clothes into the garbage before exiting the place, suddenly grateful that there were no people out at this time of the night. If there had been, they would have been greeted with the sight of a petite figure vaulting rooftops and climbing along the sides of buildings like a spider.

Kagome knew Natasha was on the comm, but her side was currently muted. Something she'd always seemed to enjoy more- silence. Even during her travels in the past, she'd relished the quiet. Then again, she had also been travelling with Inuyasha and Miroku…

She paused when the sign of the lab came into view. SHIELD agents had already been dispatched to the location as extra security, but there was only so much one could do when up against an armed and very compromised Hawkeye.

Being only a couple of buildings away, Kagome could tell that they had company when the faint sound of an arrow being loosed reached her ear. Tilting her head to one side, she frowned, carefully getting her own bow ready. There was a scope on it- helpful in this instance, she mused, drawing an arrow back and searching for the familiar head of dark blond hair.

Still making sure to cause as little noise as possible, Kagome leapt down onto the next roof, taking up the same position in hopes that she would catch a glimpse of Clint. He would have shot down the agents from a distance- too much risk in shooting while you're in their range. Adjusting her stance, she widened the search, and almost immediately found a glimpse of blond. She tracked it for a moment before ruthlessly stamping out her concern about the man and loosed the arrow. The second she did, she ducked down enough to still be able to see over the edge of the building, but hopefully not put herself in Clint's sights as an open target.

Being Hawkeye, however, she really should have known better. She knew she was in trouble when the three men Clint was with were gestured forward and he turned his gaze up at her. Dodging the arrow hadn't even been a problem for him.

Kagome glanced over at the edge of the roof, judging the distance between the edge and the ground. Before she could actually make a break for it, however, an arrow whistled by her face, almost close enough to clip her cheek. Barely stifling a noise of surprise, she decided to go for it. She only had a handful of seconds before the next arrow would clip her or he would climb up to the roof to get her.

Instincts instincts instinctsinstinctinstinct she mentally screamed as she freefell for a gut wrenching number of seconds, adrenaline flooding her systems as she twisted to avoid a trio of arrows that would have hit her in the chest otherwise. A moment later, the ground met her very solidly. All of the air left in her lungs left her, despite her attempts to distribute the force to her entire body. But there was no time for that kind of thinking now. Rolling to her feet, Kagome was only partially surprised to see Clint waiting for her at the opening of the alley she'd landed in. Chancing a glance behind her, she couldn't help the frustrated huff that left her at noting it was a dead end. If she wanted out, she was going to have to fight for it.

"I was really hoping it wasn't true." She whispered, adjusting her bow in a defensive position.

Clint watched her with a blank face- unnerving enough, considering that only a few days earlier he had been joking around with her as they ran through the obstacle course and sparred and made breakfast-

Her breath hitched as Clint lunged at her, managing to block the first and second blows before the third nailed her solidly in the jaw. Stars exploded behind her eyes as Kagome dropped to the ground, pain radiating through her entire body.

This had been a bad idea, she realized. A very, very bad idea.

She had no time to prepare herself before the larger and much more experienced man was again after her, landing a solid kick to her ribcage while she struggled back to her feet. Crying out, Kagome collapsed back to the ground, rolling to the side as an arrow appeared where her head had been. He was really aiming to kill her, she realized.

Use his weakness to your advantage. A small voice in the back of her mind whispered.

Weakness? Clint didn't exactly have a weakness. Unless…

Kagome's gaze flicked to his left ankle. He'd told her about the story behind it- stepped on a bad support once on a mission and completely ripped the flesh and muscle to shreds. Even with all of the therapy, he still had a highly sensitive spot on the back of his ankle.

She flipped herself over, kicking out with her leg and connecting by some miracle with Clint's leg. He went down with a short grunt. It gave Kagome enough time to get back to her feet, though she was certainly not going to be moving very quickly with the additional pain from her ribs. It was all the time Clint needed to get back onto his own legs though, and he wasted no time in beginning his assault on the smaller woman. Considering how battered she already was, what with the continual blows that began bypassing her defense more and more frequently, it wasn't long before he had her pinned against the brick wall, the man's bow holding her there by the throat.

"How did he get to you?" she choked, pushing against the painful pressure on her neck weakly. Clint said nothing, but the amount of pressure increased marginally. Kagome sucked down a whine, instead silently asking for forgiveness for what she was about to do.

Then she released her miko aura.

Clint recoiled, a snarl on his face as the miko energy burned him. Given his youkai heritage, it wouldn't necessarily kill him at the level of power she was emitting now, but it would hurt him.

For a moment, it almost looked like Clint's eyes changed colors before returning to a piercing blue. Another second later Kagome couldn't help the cry of pain as her mentor stabbed her leg with a hidden knife.

Her vision blurred as her grip against the bow faltered- a wheeze left her lungs as she went limp- and her hand ripped the black from herself and turned it back on Clint, slicing across his forearm and cheek before he backhanded her. This time her vision went black.

When it returned, he was gone.

She coughed, looking down at her leg, before wincing and trying to get back to her feet. A silent cry fell from her lips as the ground came up to meet her once again.

-;-

Kagome woke when a tight pressure made itself known in her thigh.

Hissing, she bolted upright, instinctively going for whatever was touching her. At making contact with something heavy that just so happened to yelp at her punch, she blinked, snapping out of it.

"Easy." Captain Rogers said carefully, rubbing the shoulder that she'd clipped.

"Sorry." She winced, ribs reminding her of what she'd been doing that evening. Now that she thought about it, it was a little hard to breathe.

"It looks like you've got a couple fractured ribs and a pretty nasty stab wound. Not to mention your jaw and your throat." The blond man told her, eyes surprisingly concerned for her welfare.

"Yeah, well, that's what happens when you get into a brawl with a trained assassin." She muttered, realizing that there was a low pounding in the back of her head. "And I'd appreciate whoever is laughing to stop before I give them a reason to cry."

"Oh, the one with the pure soul has bite." A low, accented voice chuckled. At that, every hair on the back of Kagome's neck prickled. Her head twisted to see a dark haired man staring back at her, his eyes a piercing blue that contrasted the black and green clothing he wore. "But you are so much more than that, aren't you, priestess?"

Kagome couldn't help but stiffen. If he sensed that she wasn't just another human, she could be in very hot water very quickly. Especially while there were others listening in.

"Oh, but it does make sense." Loki's eyes glittered, a smirk curling his lips. "Tell me, priestess…does my presence not excite you?"

Kagome felt her lips tighten into something that could have been a faint snarl, her eyes snapping over to Natasha to see the redhead signing back to her.

Don't attack. Don't deny. Never said you weren't.

"What are you talking about?" the other man, dressed in a red and bronze metal suit snapped, crossing his armored arms over his chest.

"Ah, so they don't know what you are." Loki nearly crooned. "Well, it would seem that I've let that little secret slip. Whatever will you do now?"

Cold fury seeped through Kagome's veins. This was the man who had turned Clint against them, the one who had started all of this, and the one who was doing a fantastic job of completely screwing her over. In fact, she didn't even realize that she was growling until Rogers' hand descended upon her shoulder.

Likewise, Loki's eyes had widened fractionally at the invisible wall of angry, roiling miko aura that was seething around the priestess before him. Something in his chest recoiled at the instinctive need to bow before the sheer force of it. He hadn't felt a power like this before in his lifetime- he had heard legends of the miko, the warrior priestess' that had been scattered throughout Midgard's history, but this was the first time that he had encountered it firsthand.

"One thing you should never do, Trickster, is anger one of my kind." Kagome stated, her tone frigid. "You should be afraid of me, because I will end you if I get the chance."

Despite the danger he was in, Loki couldn't help the curl of his lips as he gazed into the face of the priestess. Her conviction was strong, her fears few as his magic tentatively wrapped around her.

She would be so… fun to break.

Kagome flinched as another presence invaded her space, and she felt herself straighten even as her miko aura flared warningly. She would only give him that chance to shut his mouth and discontinue the path he was treading.

The jet rocked, disrupting the confrontation playing out in front of the group. Captain Rogers still looked concerned about Kagome's movements, though there was something else in his gaze as well as his eyes flicked between the small woman and the god. The as of yet introduced man in armor had a calculating expression on his own features, while Natasha simply remained silent. Kagome could feel some kind of emotion as her aura was carefully pulled back under her control.

Silence fell for several long moments before the man in the armor turned to Kagome, who had adjusted herself so that she was putting as little pressure on her ribs as possible.

"So, he's Reindeer Games. Who are you?"

The flippant tone, while irritating, didn't warrant much more reaction that a deep inhale and exhale. That outburst had cost her more energy than she thought it would have. Then again, she had just had her ass handed to her in an alley, so it was fairly admirable that she was still able to breathe, let alone speak.

"They call me Miko." She hissed as the jet hit a patch of turbulence. Somehow she didn't remember fractured ribs being this painful, and she had certainly had her fair share in the past.

"So I hear. Any other name, Miko?"

"And you are?" she ground out as the turbulence increased.

"Seriously?" the man asked, quirking a brow in surprise.

"Does it look like I'm joking? I just went up against Hawkeye. Believe me when I tell you that I can't get any more serious than I am right now." Kagome snapped back. Honestly, who was this guy?

"Tony Stark, at your service." He retorted, sarcasm thick in his tone.

"Lovely. Unless you can suddenly fix broken ribs, kindly screw off."

Something that might have been a chuckle came from the cuffed god sitting across the jet from here before said god held up his hands when Stark whirled on him. However, neither had the chance to begin another round of verbal warfare as lightning flashed ominously around the jet.

"What the…" Natasha muttered from the cockpit.

"What, you afraid of a little lightning?"

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Came the dry and slightly edgy tone.

Well, didn't that inspire confidence.

Stark frowned as more lightning crackled around the jet, followed by a low rumble and a crack from above them that jerked the jet sharply into another bout of turbulence. Moving to the back of the jet, Stark pushed a button to lower the ramp. Before he could do anything else, however, a large, very armored figure dropped onto it. Kagome's miko aura screamed at her that there was danger dangerdangerdangerdanger, and she couldn't move as Loki's lips curled-

And suddenly she was hitting the ramp at a speed that left her no time to alter her course, completely winding her as she suddenly found herself free falling through the sky.