I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in over five months, guys. I don't really have any excuse other than midterms and some seriously stressful stuff that prevented me from really working on this fic. Also the fact that now it is finals and I'm finally going to be finishing my diploma after two very long years.

Mostly because I need to watch the movie while I'm working on the chapters, and I haven't had the time to do so. So in return I bring you a deep apology and a tentative promise that I will resume updating?

I should also mention now that this chapter fought me long and hard for the beginning, so if there's anything weird feeling about it that would be why.

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.

-;-

"A priestess, brother? You would stoop so low as to attack one of the holy women?"

Thor, clad in crimson and nearly shimmering in fury, was not something that many men, immortal or no, would be able to face without fear. His long blond hair was almost alive with the electricity that hummed dangerously in the air around him, and save for the dark haired woman gently cradled in one arm, he made a most imposing image indeed.

"She is no priestess to me." The darker haired of the pair scoffed, arms crossed and gaze averted disdainfully. "I will not be cowed like a mere dog beneath her presence, unlike you."

Then again, Loki had been known to be the sole exception to that prior statement…

"Do you truly believe that subservience is the reason I treat her in such a manner?" Thor growled back, hand further fisting around Mjolnir. "If you cannot see my actions for what they are than you have fallen farther than I first thought, brother."

"I am not your brother!" Loki roared as the skies rumbled above.

In Thor's hold, the dark haired woman stirred.

Kagome could immediately tell that there was something off about her situation. The air reeked of ozone, and there were voices that her fuzzy mind could only just hear. Every inch of her body was sore in some form or another- she wracked her mind in search of some kind of answer.

Her body shifted suddenly, reminding her very clearly of the danger she had been in however long before. The air whipping into her wounded body, her breathless scream of fear as the earth far below grew closer with each passing moment. And then being caught in large, gentle hands as she allowed her battered self to pass into unconsciousness.

While conscious now, she couldn't find the energy within her to pry open her eyes, teetering precariously on the edge of the welcoming warmth of unconsciousness as she only distantly registered the happenings around her.

"You will always be my brother, Loki." Thor rumbled darkly in return. "And it is time to end this game. Return the Tesseract and we can end this madness."

Loki laughed, throwing his head back and nearly cackling to the sky above.

"You know nothing of the power it wields." The darker haired finally spat at the larger blond.

Kagome registered being laid down on bulky stone and somehow managed to pry her resistant eyes open, the only thing standing out being the bright colors that the pair of gods wore.

"You listen well, Loki-" Thor began, only to be cut off as a blur of red and gold ploughed into him with the force of a train.

"I'm listening." Loki replied, his tone holding far too much amusement to it.

Despite the circumstances, despite everything, Kagome could have laughed at the mocking tone to Loki's voice. Instead, she allowed her tired eyes to close again, finally allowing her body to shut down in an attempt to conserve her strength.

-;-

Sesshoumaru was in the middle of a sparring match with the pup when he sensed it.

Blinking, fending off a rather skillful blow with his forearm, the inu tilted his head as if listening for something, the hair on the back of his neck prickling. However, after several moments the sensation had vanished, leaving the Lord of the West feeling mildly unsettled. Those… episodes… rarely occurred and when they did it rarely meant anything good.

"Sesshoumaru?"

Shippo paused, finally sensing what his guardian had, and cocked his head, scenting the air curiously.

"Hn." The white haired male frowned, brows furrowing faintly. "It is nothing, pup."

Shippo would have pressed the matter, but the centuries of learning from the inu had instilled into his mind that once Sesshoumaru used that tone, there would be no arguments. He could still remember quite vividly the first and only time he had questioned his guardian after he had used the tone.

Needless to say it had been a lesson that the kitsune would not be forgetting any time soon.

-;-

Natasha Romanoff was by far the most displeased of the group that had departed for Germany as they flew in the clouds towards the Helicarrier. After Stark had turned up- arrogant bastard- and Captain Rogers had assisted in re-capturing Loki with Thor, the assassin could only think about the miko. Kagome had been unconscious when they had touched down to herd the ragtag team back onto the small jet, and despite the field medical care she had received, she had not woken again in the last two hours of flight.

She was a little on edge, and it was becoming obvious the longer they were in the air.

"Agent Romanoff-" the other pilot began, only to be silenced by a look that could have impaled a lesser man.

"Don't." she warned, her tone clipped. With Stark in the back bickering with the Captain like a child, her worry for Clint and Kagome, and now the presence of another Asgardian, she was about ready to kill someone.

At the moment, she was leaning towards Stark.

-;-

Nick Fury was not having a good day.

And when Nick Fury wasn't having a good day, no one was having a good day.

Agent Maria Hill in particular was feeling the brunt of the Director's particular brand of righteous fury- pun unintended- and likewise began distributing it out to the grunts in tech who had somehow managed to let Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, to escape their radar.

With the Avengers now unofficially assembled downstairs as well, it was no surprise that tension had never been higher.

And with their newest "asset" in the Medbay, a worried Black Widow at her side, and very little other structure going on, Maria should probably have seen the outcome that had been coming.

For example, an over-curious Tony Stark nearly blasting down her door to interrogate her about "Miko".

"It's none of your business, Stark." She stated flatly, barely glancing up from the newest mountain of paperwork Fury had only just dumped on her desk. "She is an asset and an ally, and that is all you need to know. Lord knows why you want to know in the first place, considering your lack of interest in the rest of your team."

Pausing, she leaned back in her seat to level a cool stare at the billionaire.

"She doesn't show up on any of my scans, that's why." Stark snapped back. "No history, no name, not even a picture!"

"Not everyone can be as famous as you." Maria replied dryly. Honestly, she half expected Stark to have a personal drone following him to update the world with what he was up to at all hours of the day. "And for your information, all you need to know is that she has been vetted for. That's it, end of story. Now get out of my office and back to your lab. I'm sure Doctor Banner will be wondering why you've suddenly graced him with the gift of silence."

Stark scowled at her, made a rude gesture with his hand, and departed from her office, muttering darkly under his breath.

Not for the first time, Maria was relieved that there was nothing on their system about Miko. From what she'd heard, if there was so much as a whiff of something, there would be hell to pay from someone that even Fury flinched at. Now, while she hadn't actually heard of or even met this person, she had a fairly good guess as to who it could be. After all, even Hawkeye respected someone, and his mysterious mentor had to be the one behind this one.

Sighing, she rubbed the bridge of her nose, sensing a headache coming on.

-;-

Something was in his head with him.

Clint knew it, had known it since shit went sideways, but it was almost as if he were a bystander in the landscape of his own mind. Quite frankly, that thought scared the hell out of him for more reasons than one, but the most recent and largest had to be the absolute beat down he had given to Kagome. He had beat against the suffocating presence in his mind as he had watched himself attack the dark haired girl, almost kill her if it hadn't been for her quick thinking.

Note to self- definitely teach her how to take me down without unnecessary death. He thought to himself- and wasn't that an odd thing, being able to have thoughts to himself whilst trapped in his corner of hell.

It was like being behind a glass wall- he could still see and register everything around him, but quite frankly, there was no escaping whatever Loki had done to him. He still wasn't certain. The closest he could possibly relate it to was put his body on autopilot while his mind was locked up tighter than who knows what. Even more than that, but he could still sense his "body". It was just a mental one instead of physical, considering that one was doing Loki's bidding like a good little puppy.

Ooh, and didn't that get his youkai blood boiling. Hawks bowed to no one. Especially not this spoiled alien prince who definitely had some major daddy issues.

He snarled as he realized that he had been walking to one of the stolen jets that he had managed to acquire with the assistance of some of the less bound agents of SHIELD. Not all of them were bad men, but they had certainly followed him blind when he'd all but shoved them into the Asgardian's lap like a prettily wrapped gift.

"Come on." He heard himself say. "We need to get Loki out of SHIELD."

He even sounded like a drone when he said it, Clint lamented, half wondering if he'd finally snapped with all of the isolation in his own mind. It was probable, he would admit. After all, aliens were a thing, though he'd known that since the whole Thor thing a couple years back. Still didn't hold any hard feelings toward the guy, either.

Loki, on the other hand…

If his body weren't brainwashed, he would be sticking an arrow in the bastard's eye instead of taking out the Helicarrier.

As the back of the jet closed and the engine rumbled as it warmed up, he couldn't help but think that he would rather have Sesshoumaru waiting by to somehow fix this than waiting on the Avengers- if that was even still a thing. Probably was, considering the way Fury tended to get all dramatic about it whenever it was brought up.

Nat, I could really use some help here.