"Okay, we should be going now!" Diana said, probably much too eagerly, to Natasha as she helped her rise from the floor. With a stern nod, she agreed, and the two of them rushed down the dark halls of the Helicarrier, aiming to rejoin with Director Fury back on the main deck. "I am so fucking requesting over-time for this bullshit!" she swore vulgarly as she ran, forgetting whose presence she was in while she rode the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Natasha let out a pleasant sounding chuckle, despite her nerves, finding Diana's choice of words very amusing. She never would have expected the Crypt Keeper to have such a morbid sense of humor, even at a time like this. "Don't you think it's a little risky to be running around with that thing?" She commented, referring to the scepter that she had swaying in her hand. Even her nails were black, Natasha observed, returning her piercing eyes to Diana's deeply reddening face.
"Yeah," She squeaked, biting her lip nervously, suddenly wishing the Hulk had smashed her into the ground to avoid having to have this conversation, "but the Boss told me it was my job to figure out how this stupid thing works. So I'm not gonna let anyone else get their hands on it." She concluded hurriedly, the words spewing out of her mouth in a jumbled mess as she tried (and failed) to regain her composure. Suddenly, the floor shifted beneath them, knocking the both of them into the opposite wall. A sinking feeling crept into the pit of Diana's stomach as she landed with her butt back on the floor. The damaged engine must have finally given out, she thought. They were falling.
"It's Barton, he took our systems." Fury announces grimly into their headpieces, damming news for the Black Widow, who's still visibly shaking from her own encounter with the Hulk. "He's headed for the detention lab. Does anybody copy?" Diana turned to face the Black Widow and gave her a saddened, knowing look. She nodded once at her; letting her know it was gonna be okay if she left her alone to make the call.
"This is Agent Romanoff." Natasha answers darkly, her voice almost devoid of any emotion. "I copy." Immediately after making her choice, Natasha sprang back onto her feet and took off without a backwards glance, turning into a dark hallway on her left that would eventually lead her straight into the detention lab. Diana wished her luck, hoping that at the end of the day she would enough still have luck left over to help her make it through the rest of the day alive. She knew this game was far from over, and that things were already pretty bad, but she couldn't shake the sickening feeling in her gut that told her things were about to get a whole lot worse. Overcome by the need to share her thoughts with Coulson, she radioed him in, hoping to at least give him some kind of warning.
"Coulson what the fuck am I supposed to do?!" She demanded, already making her way back to the main deck, Chitauri scepter in hand.
"You'll be fine, Diana, I want you to go and make sure Loki doesn't try and escape." He tells her calmly, causing her to turn on her heel and take the hallway opposite of the one Natasha had just gone through. He also reassured her that he would be arriving there at around the same time, based on her location, and reminded her not to do anything hasty. "Loki already got the drop on us one time, I don't want him to start running a streak."
"Don't worry about me, old man, I can handle myself just fine," She pouted with the hint of smile, relieved that he was alright. There should have been a directory poster somewhere near where she was, so she travelled in the general direction she assumed it would be, keeping the pep in her step as she jogged down the hallway, her eyes scanning every inch of the walls surrounding of her. After Loki had been able to detect when she was trying to pry into his head, she didn't want to risk letting him know she was trying to sneak up on him by honing in on his location, she didn't want to risk Coulson getting hurt. Just when she was about to give up on her search, the damned piece of paper appeared at the end of the darkened hallway she was travelling down, mocking her with how it was so plainly visible if she had just bothered to look in front of her own stupid face. She was just about to let loose another stream of curse words concerning how hard it was to make out the tiny letters on the map, when she was struck by a brilliant idea. Why not just use the scepter for light?
Carefully she lifted the glowing end of it towards the wall and used its glowing blue gem to help her find her way to where Loki was being held. She found it in no time, and kissed the poster in excitement, grateful that just one small piece of her plan was actually working out. She took it with her just in case, not wanting to risk getting lost, and according to what it read; she wasn't too far away from him. Diana picked up her pace, but was mindful of how hard she was treading against the floor, so she had to remain agile; her footsteps needed to be silent. Fortunately, the lighting of the hallway picked up as she advanced, so the light coming from the scepter wouldn't be factoring into things she did that might give away her cover. She proceeded down the length hallway, the end of it being marked by a dimly lit red sconce just a few feet away. There were footsteps racing down the other end of that corner, and her breath caught in her throat, she prepared herself for anything. Diana pressed herself closely against the wall and moved along on her tip-toes, peeking out the other side to see who it was making so much noise. She saw the bulging muscles and the long blonde hair and almost cried out with joy. It was Thor! He was alive!
But her excitement wouldn't last long once she realized where exactly he was running to. If the directory was right, he was headed straight for Loki's cell. She dropped her map and tightened her grip on the scepter, rushing toward the room Thor had just gone through to see what was happening. "No!" heard him shout, making her heart drop in fear. How had Loki escaped?! She was about to turn into the doorway after him to offer her help but she halted herself in her tracks. What if this was what Loki wanted? Again, pressed her body against the wall, and poked her head out from the opposite side. She gasped, seeing a tall man with raven-colored hair and a long black leather cape step into view. Loki had gotten out, and now Thor was his prisoner.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki chided, folding his hands behind his back. Enraged, Thor lifted Mjolnir and smashed it against the glass, attempting to break through.
"No, don't do that!" Diana cried mentally, already hearing the latches start to click into place that would send the God of Thunder free-falling fifty thousand feet into the arms of his death. Thor whirled his head in several directions, trying desperately to locate where she was but unable to see Diana hidden behind Loki's body. Thor's eyes followed his brother as he moved slowly toward the control module, a mischievous grin creeping to his lips. Thor also takes note of the rogue agent Loki had brought with him, armed with a much larger weapon than the one he had seen Diana carrying. He warns her to stay back with his mind; she would only play into their hands just as he did if she interfered. "Shut up, I'm nervous enough as it is!" She scolded in response, drawing her Glock from its hollister. She crept forward down the hallway leading to the cell as carefully as possible, her movements as silent as the grave.
"The humans think us immortal." Loki stated as he ran his fingers across the various buttons that blinked and flashed underneath his hands. Diana clicked off the safety of her gun, aiming it straight at the God of Mischief as his index finger hovered over the bright red button that would eject Thor from the Helicarrier. "Should we test that?" Loki's guard let out loud grunt and he keeled over on the floor, dropping dead at the feet of a mysterious rescuer.
"Move away please," Coulson orders, appearing from literally out of nowhere from a different hallway, his voice a bit shaky. Everyone is quiet, and Diana is just gaping at him with her mouth hanging wide open.
"How in the Hell did you do that?!" She exclaims at him with her mind, throwing her hands up from her position for some sort of explanation. He sees her gesture, but shakes his head very faintly, keeping his eyes locked on Loki.
"You like this?" Coulson asked, waving around the biggest gun that Diana had ever seen in her life. The damn thing would have made her S&W look like some cheap Nerf knockoff in comparison, it was that huge. Coulson was seriously holding out on her if she was just seeing this bad boy now, if it had been on the SHEILD catalogue when she had been ordering weapons, she would've known about it. Well, now at least she knew what she was asking Coulson for Christmas this year.
Loki watched Coulson wearily, his hands slowly rising just past his hips defensively; even he must have known that a gun of that caliber had to pack some serious punch. "We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer." Coulson went on, taking a few daring steps forward. "Even I don't know what it does." The weapon began to power up, sparking some kind of childish glee inside of Agent Crypt's heart as she watched him prepare to take the shot. "Wanna find out?" There was the sickening sound of flesh being pierced by metal, and Diana heard Coulson yelp in pain. She actually flinched at the sight, not processing what had just happened.
"No!" Thor screamed, pounding helplessly against the glass with his hand. Diana opened her eyes again, and gasped in shock, her lips beginning to tremble. It didn't make sense, Loki now behind Coulson, dangling him in the air as he thrust a spear deeply into the lower left side of his shoulder…. in the area dangerously near his heart. Then it hit her, her heartbeat racking against her ribs, threatening to burst free, came to a sudden stop. The room was spinning again, whirling out of control, she was hearing voices, so many voices in her head, and none of it was making sense. Her vision was turning red, all she could see was blood, was anger, was rage. She couldn't take it anymore, and before the God of Thunder's eyes, she finally snapped.