Omg, this is the shortest chapter, I'm sorrrryyy! I don't even have a title for it...

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Chapter Eleven

Well...

I watch as Natasha sneaks around quietly, ducking under pipes and dodging other metal things. Her muscles are taut and she looks nervous. I tilt my head and start following her. My claws click on the ground and she immediately whirls around, gun pointed at my head.

Now, I might've jumped, but the blue vines are still wrapped around my dazed mind, keeping me calm and contained.

When Natasha sees that it's just me, she lets out a sigh of relief and lowers her gun. Pressing a finger to her lips, she whispers, "Keep quiet, mutt, or we'll both be in deep-"

The sound of heavy footsteps cuts her off. We both glance around, trying to figure out where they're coming from. Slowly, Natasha raises her gun again, her eyes wide and unblinking. My nose twitches as I smell her fear.

In the corner of my blue-tinted vision, I see something flicker. Suddenly, Hulk appears between some pipes and lets out a loud bellow. Natasha whirls around and shoots one of the pipes above him, which starts spraying white smoke. Hulk roars in frustration as his view is blocked while Natasha turns and flees.

I blink and stare at her blankly. Snarling, Hulk charges after the assassin, breaking pipes and other metals as he does. The creature brushes past me without a second glance, too focused on hunting down bigger prey.

I take a step back, trying not to get hit by the destroyed metals. Above me, a large pipe creaks and then crashes down onto me. I try to stop it with my telekinesis, but thing only hovers for a second before smashing onto my head.

Darkness engulfs my vision for a moment and I stumble to the ground. Groaning, I open my eyes and glance around blurrily. Hulk is running after Natasha, demolishing pillars and stuff with his bulk.

My heart lurches in sudden panic and I scramble to my paws. The blue vines have left my mind for some reason, but I don't have time to ponder over it. I dash after my morphed owner, jumping over tubes and ducking under fallen things.

Ahead of me, Hulk is gaining on Natasha quickly and I know I won't reach them in time. When the creature is almost upon the assassin, I thrust out my telekinesis and drag her to the side, dodging a swipe from her pursuer. My powers are still lagging a bit, but I think it's just because of the multiple blows to my head that have left me dazed.

Hulk tries slowing down, but fails and crashes into a wall. I catch up and place myself in front of Natasha, who's sitting with her back against the other wall.

"Bruce." I say in Hulk's mind as he recovers, "Bruce, it's me, Amity."

Hulk grunts and approaches us again, his arm pulled back to strike. Standing my ground, I meet his green gaze, "Hulk, listen to me." The creature growls, but hesitates. I continue, fully prepared to start a calming speech, "I know you're mad. SHIELD had no right to keep such secrets. But-"

Suddenly, a figure appears from the rubble and hurtles into Hulk, sending them both crashing through the wall. They tumble into the opposite room and I realize that Thor was the one that attacked Hulk.

The two quickly recover and stand up, glaring at each other. Meanwhile, all of the agents in the room flee for their lives.

Hulk lunges towards Thor, swiping at him. I tense up, ready to step in, but the Asgardian surprises me by ducking and then punching Hulk's face. The creature recoils in pain, and I remember that Thor is basically a god, so he must be pretty strong.

Movement behind me catches my attention and I turn around. Natasha is gasping for breath, looking horrified. Her knees are drawn up to her chest and she's hugging them. Cautiously, I peer into her mind. The assassin is shocked that she's still alive, but now she's suspicious. She's wondering what made her lurch to the side like that. She's recalling how it felt like something wrapped around her and pulled her out of the way.

I wince, debating whether or not to talk to her. She'll definitely tell Director Fury, and that'll be bad, but I have a feeling that things are going to be bad anyway if I don't get her help.

"Er… Natasha?" I say warily and her eyes widen, "It's me, Amity."

She stares at me, her jaw dropped a little. I shake my head and continue, "I'm a telepath, alright? And I'm telekinetic. That's how you got pulled out of the way- I did that. Look, I know you're probably going to tell Director Fury about this, but can you put it aside for now? We kind of have a bigger problem."

The assassin stares at me for a few moments, mouth slightly open. "Uh…" She finally stammers, and then gets herself together and nods, "Yeah, yeah, sure. That… that can wait."

"Okay, good." I say, "Alright, I'm pretty sure we're getting attacked right now, so you should get up to the Bridge Room and help."

"Right." Seeming to remember the severity of the situation, the assassin quickly stands up on shaky legs, "What are you going to do?"

I glance at Hulk and Thor, who are still fighting. Natasha follows my gaze and asks, "Can you…?"

I turn to her, "I'll try, but I'm still a bit dazed. Oh!" I perk up, "If you come across any agents controlled by Loki's scepter, just hit them hard in the head and they'll snap out of it."

"Good." She says and then dashes away. I turn back to the fighting, only to see that Hulk and Thor are gone.

I leap over the rubble and trot into the room, looking for them. There's a lot of debris around, but I notice that one area in particular is more damaged than the rest. I carefully walk over, alert for any movement or sounds. A few paces later, Hulk's roar echoes throughout the room and I freeze.

Suddenly, something flies over my head and crashes into a bunch of boxes. I yelp and chase after it. Pouncing onto the demolished boxes, I see Thor crouching in the middle of the room. The thing, which is actually a hammer, flies into his hand, just as Hulk charges at him from behind.

Whirling around, Thor smashes his hammer into Hulk's face, knocking the creature off his feet. He hurtles into a plane, crushing the metal, but quickly recovers. Snarling, Hulk rips a wing off of the jet and throws it at Thor.

Heart lurching, I use my telekinesis to aim the wing higher so that it misses Thor, who helps by ducking. The Asgardian runs towards him and throws his hammer. Hulk catches it, but is thrown to the ground for some reason. I stare in amazement as he tries to lift it up, to no avail.

Seizing his advantage, Thor kicks Hulk's head and snatches his weapon. He jumps onto the creature's back, using both of his hands to lock the hammer around his neck.

Immediately, I spring down from the boxes and run towards them. Hulk is thrashing and bucking around, gagging.

"No!" I shriek in Thor's mind, worried for my morphed owner, "Don't hurt him! Please! He doesn't know what he's doing!"

Thor hesitates for a split second, but that's all Hulk needs. He grabs the Asgardian's slackened arm and pulls him off of his back. With an angry bellow, he throws Thor upwards and the god crashes through the ceiling. Hulk moves to follow him onto the upper level, but I call in his mind, "Hulk, please! Listen to me-"

Hulk whirls around, snarling, and swipes at a few of the boxes. They hurtle towards me and I quickly stop them with my telekinesis. When I put them down, Hulk has disappeared. However, with all the commotion coming from the upper level, it isn't hard to guess where he went.

I leap over the boxes and gaze up at the hole in the ceiling. How am I going to get up there?

I huff, looking around for options. Getting an idea, I use my telekinesis to stack up the boxes so that they're like stairs. Well, sort of. Turns out I'm not a very good builder. So, I quickly hop up onto my tower and clamber my way to the top. The boxes start to collapse underneath me and I make a flailing jump to gap. My stomach hits the edge and I grunt, scrabbling for a pawhold. A few moments later, I manage to heave myself onto the upper level.

Hulk and Thor are still fighting, and I watch as Hulk flings the Asgardian into some computers. Bouncing to my paws, I call out, "Hulk!"

The green creature turns to me, seemingly annoyed that I'm still alive. Hastily, I wrap my telekinesis around him to prevent him from moving. He lets out a roar of frustration, thrashing around in my hold.

"Hulk." I try again, "I understand why you're mad. SHIELD kept secrets that shouldn't have been kept. But destroying the Helicarrier won't help- you know that. They're just going to retaliate, and this will go back and forth, causing unnecessary destruction. Please, you're just proving their suspicions to them- that you're a monster. But you're not! Show that to them. You could do so much good if you and Bruce could just work together."

Hulk stops struggling, but still glares. I plunge deeper into his mind, pausing before the green vines. Bruce's conscience is in the corner, trying to escape and take control.

"Bruce." I direct to him, "You know this won't end. Maybe this battle, but not the war. It never will end unless you stop fighting and accept that Hulk is part of you. If you do, then he'll stop fighting, because there would be no enemy to him. You and him are each other's barriers- if you work together, then nothing can stop you from doing good."

The green vines start to slacken a bit. I pull out of his mind and stare at Hulk. A familiar gleam enters his eyes and I wag my tail knowingly.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out behind me and I whirl around. A jet is hovering outside, shooting bullets at the window, which soon breaks. My eyes widen and I skitter backwards, but one of the bullets grazes my hind leg. Pain bursts from the wound and I yelp, cursing myself for not using my telekinesis fast enough.

To my surprise, Hulk roars and steps in front of me. "Human hurt dog!" he snarls, "Hulk smash human!"

With an outraged bellow, the creature charges away and jumps onto the jet. They both go down and I run to the edge, watching the fight. Glass pricks at my paws but I ignore it, trying to use my telekinesis to steady the falling of the jet.

I can't lift the two of them; whether from distance or weight, I don't know. As Hulk tears apart the jet, the pilot manages to escape and get out his parachute. I attempt to aim the jet towards water, but it suddenly explodes and my telekinetic hold fails.

To my horror, I see Hulk plummeting towards the earth. Even though it's useless by now, I still attempt to grab him telekinetically. My weak grip only lasts for a couple of seconds before Hulk crashes into the ground and disappears from sight. I yelp and let out a howl of despair, "Bruce!"

Abruptly, I feel an odd pull at my mind. I blink in confusion, and then remember what happened the first time Bruce morphed into the Hulk. I had felt the same strange pull then, and it eventually led me to him. My eyes widen and I realize that it's the mental bond that Bruce and I share. I haven't felt it in so long, but, then again, I'm never very far from my owner.

Feeling a little better now that I know that Bruce is alive, I turn around and carefully pick my way through the demolished room. Thor is standing in the corner, staring at me. I wince. Right, I talked to him too. Geez, I'm really bad at keeping secrets.

After a moment of silence, the Asgardian asks warily, "You are of magic?"

I frown and tilt my head, "Huh?"

He twitches at the sound of my voice in his head, but then asks, "Are you a magical creature? That is how you are able to speak and move objects with your mind?"

I shake my head and reply, "I'm not magical. I'm a mutant. But, yes, I have those powers. Telepathy helps me talk and telekinesis lets me move objects with my mind."

Thor nods as if this is the most normal thing in the world, "You are very powerful then, companion of Banner. I shall require your assistance when I go to confront my brother. I have no doubt that he is escaping."

I perk up, "Oh, right! We're under attack! Let's go!"

The Asgardian turns around and dashes out of the room. I follow him, running at his heels. Agents dart past us, but Thor ignores them, determined to stop Loki. When we reach the detention level, I notice a figure a few meters away and skid to a halt.

The man- uh, Phil Coulson, I believe- is sneaking around the hallways with a large gun in his hands. My thoughts dart to the Tesseract and how SHIELD was going to use it to build weapons. Growling a little, I turn and trot after him.

The agent doesn't notice me and continues walking down the hallway. Meanwhile, I take a closer look at the weapon. It's very large, more like a machine gun than anything else, and is a soot black color. I can see shafts on the sides, so something must be able to warm up on the inside.

When Agent Coulson approaches a door, I make myself known with a little bark. He whips around, gun raised, but then relaxes when he sees it's just me.

"What are you doing here?" he hisses and waves his free hand, "Go! Shoo! This is dangerous."

"Which is exactly why I'm staying with you." I mutter to myself. Of course, since he can't understand me, Agent Coulson presses his finger to his lips, "Shh!"

Turning around, he opens the door slowly and quietly. I peer around his leg and see a large room with a glass cage in the center. Oh, this must be the detention room. My eyes widen when I spot Thor inside of the container. He strikes the glass with his hammer, but the whole thing shudders and metal creaks. Daunted, the Asgardian takes a step back.

Dark laughter echoes throughout the room and I stretch my neck so I can see Loki walking towards the panel, saying, "The humans think us immortal. Should we test that?" As he does, Agent Coulson starts sneaking in. A guard stands between him and the two gods, but his back is turned. Stalking up to him, the agent slams the butt of the gun against his head and the guard crumples to the ground with a grunt.

"Move away, please." Agent Coulson orders, grabbing the attention of the Asgardians. I stay hidden, watching and ready to intervene. Loki slowly raises his hands and steps backwards. As Agent Coulson starts talking, I seize my advantage and plunge into the god's mind.

Abruptly, a veil of blue stops me from going very far. The stuff is wrapped around Loki's mind, reminding my of the blue vines of the stone. It seems different, though. Like, it has a different feel. I'm pretty sure Loki is aware of what he is doing, he's just not entirely in control. To my surprise, an eerie voice fills his head, "Do away with the nuisance."

It all happens so fast. Agent Coulson turns on the gun. A strange aura fills the air, making my skin prickle. I sense what Loki's doing before he even does it. As he magically appears behind Agent Coulson, I instinctively use my telekinesis to shove the two apart.

They both fall onto the floor and I burst into the room. Dashing over to the agent, I place myself in front of him and glare at Loki, who's already recovering. The god stumbles to his feet and stares at me. I raise my hackles and bare my teeth, snarling.

For a few moments, silence hangs between the four of us. Behind me, Agent Coulson slowly stands up and grabs his gun. Loki ignores him and raises his scepter, pointing it at me.

Blue light gathers around the stone and then launches towards us. I use my telekinesis to slow it down, and then get an idea and redirect it towards Thor. The Asgardian steps back as the blue orb crashes into the cell, shattering the glass into large shards. The cage shudders and metal creaks, threatening to fall.

I keep it up as Thor jumps over the glass and stands beside Agent Coulson. Then, the three of us turn back to Loki, who's looking a bit unsure now.

"Surrender, brother." Thor says, "Make this easier on yourself."

"You can't get past all of us." I add telepathically, glaring at the trickster. Loki smirks, taking a step back, and then suddenly disappears.

"Loki!" Thor snaps in frustration. I huff and turn around, "Well, at least he can't cause more damage."

Oblivious to what I said, Agent Coulson lowers his gun, "I guess I don't get to find out what this does. But I would like to know how Banner's dog deflected an attack from Loki." he adds, giving me a questioning look.

Thor and I glance at each other. I grimace and sigh. Well, so much for my secret.

Turning to Agent Coulson, I start to explain.

What, you thought I was going to let Agent Coulson die? Pppffffffffffftttt! As if!

BTW, if any of you artists out there wanna draw some fanart, that would be very much appreciated!

Till next Sunday!

-Periwinkle Skittles