A/N: So it's not exactly when I wanted to post it, but it was close. Thanks for those of you who reviewed the last chapter, and to the Guest yesterday for the understanding and the faith, you rock. So this chapter is the events of the last chapter told through different points of view. I had a lot of fun writing this one, I should probably do them more often, but it takes a lot out of me switching minds of characters. I have no idea how Stephenie Meyer did it halfway through her last book. Yes, I read Twilight, and you know what, I LIKE IT! Don't judge me! Enjoy the chapter!

Peter's POV

I stood near the door to the gym, watching. I saw Marisa hop on the blue guy's back and disappear. I watched everything. The Avengers were huddled in the corner, but Tony was starting to approach Scott with reassurance. I looked at Scott, I had his every thought coursing through my head. I could control his every move, just like I had controlled Thor into "bumping" into him, and neither of them knew it.

I hated that I had to do this, but the orders were clear. As soon as Tony got close enough to Scott, I forced him to open his eyes, sending out a sound like no other. His eyes were aimed towards the ceiling leaving as little damage as possible. Tony was thrown back by the force of the blast. He hit the wall, rendering him unconscious, a falling piece of debris hitting him on the head cutting him deep, Natasha screamed, Clint shielded her, Thor got in front of Tony, Steve and Thor shielded themselves. After awhile Scott passed out from exhaustion, breaking my contact. I took that as my cue to leave. I ran down the halls sticking to the walls, passing agent after agent. I was pushed to the wall by a running Marisa, she was unaware of the fact I was there. I turned around, staying a couple steps behind Marisa, hoping she wouldn't see me.

I watched as she banged on the door, trying to get through. She started looking around frantically, trying to find something the break the glass. Suddenly she jumped out of the way, getting caught by Agent Ward. I have to admit, I was jealous. The Hulk busted down the door, carrying the unconscious Tony in his hands, Thor had Scott thrown over his shoulders. Agent Coulson pushed through his team, trying to get to the front. When he saw the unconscious Tony on the ground, and the worried Marisa in Ward's arms, he went into agent mode instantly. "Get her out of here!" He yelled.

Agent May, Simmons, and Skye came and took Marisa away from Ward, but she wasn't going to have it. She started wriggling, trying to run away. "No, no I have to get to him! No! NO! Tony! TONY! DAD! DAD!" She was pushed away from the scene by the girls, crying, and yelling Dad continuously. I turned away from it, trying to block out the sounds of her yelling and crying.

When she was finally taken away from the area, Agent Coulson pulled me over, to get Tony and Scott to the infirmary. I helped Steve lift Tony onto a gurney, than pushed him towards the infirmary. I looked down at the man that I had injured. I turned down the hall towards the infirmary leaving Tony in the care of the nurses; Scott came in not soon after. I left the room, trying to look nonchalant, like I hadn't just forced a mutant to ruin the ship. I found a small supply closet that no one was near, and stepped inside, pulling out my phone. I held down the number 1, and waited for the phone to be answered.

"Hello." The digitally altered voice said, muffled through the speaker.

"It's done." I said.

"Good, you know what to do next, or we will hurt her."

Marisa flashed across my mind, "I understand." My voice wavering slightly.

The phone was hung up on the other end, leaving a dial tone.

I walked out of the closet, and walked away, looking up at one of the cameras as I did, knowing that they were watching. I disposed of the phone through the small hatch. Walking back to my room, I looked down at my feet, hearing Marisa's screams for her dad, covered in dust from running through everything. I got back to my room, locking my door behind me. I fell down on my bed, hearing the screams, and seeing her face behind my closed eyes. How could I do such a thing? I hurt her, I couldn't bear the thought. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking to myself. Was I doing the right thing?

Tony's POV

"Good morning my friends!" Thor said walking through the door towards Steve. Something seemed off about him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Thor bumped into Scott, making me more suspicious. Thor is almost never off balance, ever. My mind is telling me something is wrong, but I choose to ignore it. Everyone trips up sometimes, right.

"Oh I apologise, I hope you have not been harmed." Thor said sincerely, as Thor always is.

"No, but you might be." Scott said keep his head facing the floor. Was he threatening Thor? No one threatens my friends, no one.

"Are you meaning to threaten me?" Thor asked.

"No, warn you." I looked over at Marisa, wondering what he meant. Her eyes were wide, she slowly turned her head down towards the floor, looking at Thor and Scott's feet. Scott's glasses were on the floor and now crushed under Thor's boot. I looked back up at Marisa, she seemed worried.

She turned towards me, "Everyone, back away slowly." she said, walking towards the rest of the group, dragging Kurt along with her. She stood next to me, Kurt on her other side.

"Oh my God! The German guy is blue." I said pointing to Kurt, trying to lighten the tension, as I usually did.

"Now is not the time!" She said turning towards me. The worried look on her face shut me up instantly.

"My friend, what is wrong?" Thor was still standing next to Scott.

"Get away from me." Scott said, trying to push Thor away, though it was unsuccessful.

"Scott don't!" Marisa warned. "Thor, trust me, come over here now."

"Why?" Thor asked turning towards her.

"Big guy, don't question her, just get your Asgardian butt over here!" I said, trusting Marisa, knowing something was wrong.

"I appreciate not how you speak my friend." Thor said as he walked over standing behind me, and next to Steve.

"Kurt?" Marisa said turning to the blue man.

"What?"

"Where is Scott's visor? Please tell me, he brought his visor." She pleading almost to herself.

"He did." Kurt said.

"Can you get it?" She asked.

"I can try." With that, Kurt disappeared out of the room, and all that was left was the smoke cloud. I blinked, confused, but said nothing.

"What?" Bruce said.

"How?" Clint said.

"That's not possible." Natasha said.

"You guys always say that." Marisa said as Kurt teleported back. "You got it?" She asked turning to him.

"No, I couldn't find it."

"What do you mean you couldn't find it?" Scott yelled.

"Your room was trashed, and your visor was gone!" Kurt said turning towards.

"His room was trashed?" Marisa asked, I looked down at her, thinking of her trashed room yesterday.

"Yes." Kurt said turning back to her.

"Okay, that's it. I'm getting the professor and Fury. First my room, then Scott's this is getting out of hand. Kurt, you ready?" She asked turning to him.

"Whenever you are." He said, crouching low.

"Scott, keep those eyes closed!" She yelled at the man covering his eyes in the middles of the room. She turned towards me, I looked down at her, trying to hide my fear. "If that man opens his eyes, I want you to duck and find cover like your life depended on it, cause it just might." She hopped on Kurt's back, piggy back style, "Ready to go!"

She wrapped her arms around Kurt's neck, and closed her eyes, disappearing with him, and all that was left behind was a popping sound, and a cloud of smoke.

The team stayed huddled in the corner, but I approached Scott cautiously, "It's okay man," I said, got closer to him, approaching him carefully, "Marisa will be right back, you have to calm down okay."

"I'm trying." He said, "It just feels like something is forcing open my lids, I can't hold back anymore!" Scott opened his eyes with a yell.

The sound I heard was like any other, the beam was like one off the Iron Man, but the sound was unique. I was thrown back into the air, flying across the room. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, I passed by everyone, a look of worry on their faces. Natasha's screaming mixed with the sound of the beam filled my ears. I could see images flashing across my eyes of Marisa, and Pepper. What would she think, I couldn't die like this.

Pepper was the last thing I thought of before the world went black around me. It was like I was in a dream, able to hear and feel, but not see. I could still hear Scott's yelling, Natasha's screaming and I felt a large piece of debris hitting my head, causing a gash deep into my forehead, causing it to feel warm and sticky. Suddenly everything stopped, and it was silent, except a small banging coming from the distance. I didn't know what it could be. I heard a slight rumbling to my left, knowing who it was, I then felt a sensation of being picked up, in what seemed like a giant hand. I heard a smash, and a scream, but not Natasha's. I felt a cloth pressed to my forehead, as though to stop the bleeding.

"Get her out of here!" Someone yelled to my left. It sounded like Phil. Who was he talking about, who had to get out of here.

I heard the screaming and yelling and instantly knew who it was, Marisa. "No, no I have to get to him! No! NO! Tony! TONY! DAD! DAD!" I heard her yell.

I couldn't help but smile inwardly, she called me dad. That was the last thing I thought before the world went silent around me.

Thor's POV

The sound was like nothing I had ever heard before. Tony was thrown back, and hit the back wall, causing him to go unconscious. A small piece of falling cement went across his forehead, cutting him deep on the forehead. I didn't think twice before I stepped in front of him. In that moment I cared not about all the times he had poked fun at me, as the Midgardians say, or that he was a royal pain in the ass, I only cared that he was my friend, and I was not going to let him be hurt.

I turned my back to Scott, and ducked my head down, not seeing anything going on in my surroundings, but I could hear Natasha's screaming and the yelling of the poor Scott. I could only imagine how painful it must be to have those beams coming out of his eyes. The sound that came from the poor man stopped, as did Natasha's screaming. I looked around, to see that Scott had passed out, and his eyes were now closed. The door looked to be blocked, and I could see Marisa banging on the door trying to get back into the room. She looked around, but her eyes grew wide when she looked back. I looked to my right to see Bruce growing bigger until he was fully transformed into the Hulk. He bent over and picked up the unconscious Tony in one hand. He created a path with every step, I went to the middle of the room and picked up Scott and threw him over my shoulder. Hulk punched the door down, causing Marisa, now being held by Agent Ward, to scream.

The Hulk put Tony down on the ground, laying him on his back. Steve tore a piece of his pants, that had been cut just below the shin, off and started applying pressure to Tony's wound.

"Get her out of here!" I heard someone yell. I turned to my right to see Phil pointing to Marisa, who was now struggling to get away from the girls on his team. I could see in Phil's face that it pained him to have to pull her away from such a scene, but he was right. She didn't need to see any of this. It was bad enough that Phil had to see his friend unconscious on the ground.

"No, no I have to get to him! No! NO! Tony! TONY! DAD! DAD!" Marisa screamed, trying to pull away from the girls as they pulled her in the opposite direction, towards what looked like their unit. She was covered in soot from running through the dust and smoke.

When they had finally pulled Marisa away, Phil pulled Peter out of the crowd, I wondered why he was not with Marisa at such a time, but he had started helping Tony and Scott so fast, that I let the thought slip my mind.

I followed as they were pushed on Gurneys towards the infirmary. Peter leaving almost instantly after pushing Tony to the infirmary. To be with Marisa, I assumed.

The nurses started taking care of the two injured men, and our minor wounds, while my mind ponders over the events of the past day. Sometimes I wonder why I leave Asgard.

Phil's POV

I was sitting in the lab, Fitz and Simmons were fiddling with the fire machine, while Skye played with her computers, looking at scans of the machine. Melinda was typing up a report of some kind, while Grant and I were left to do absolutely nothing. Though it all changed in a second.

The speaker near the door buzzed, and came through the muffled voice of Hill.

"Coulson, you and your team are needed near the gym, now." Ward and the others left immediately, while I stayed behind asked questions.

"Hill, what happened?" I asked.

"I'm not entirely sure." She answered.

"Well who is involved?" I asked looking at the speaker.

"Just come down here, there is no time to argu-"

"Maria." I said, stopping her speaking instantly.

The room was silent for a few minutes, waiting for her to respond. There was a sigh, "It was Tony, Phil." I sat up from the chair I had been sitting in, "There was some kind of blast near the gym, and Tony was knocked out in the process."

"I'm on my way." I didn't wait for the click to signal that she had hung up, I just bolted out of the room towards the gym, not caring if anyone saw me. I need to get up there.

By the time I had gotten there, the rest of my team was. I pushed through the crowd, getting to the front to see Tony lying on the ground, a huge gash down his forehead, Steve trying to stop the bleeding with a torn piece of cloth.

I looked over to Ward to see her holding a very scared Marisa. I looked at the scene where her father lay, if it was hurting me to see this, I have no idea what it must be like for her. "Get her out of here!" I yelled at Ward.

Simmons, May and Skye all came up and took the now wriggling Marisa from him. "No, no I have to get to him! No! NO! Tony! TONY! DAD! DAD!" Her screams echoed down the hallway she was now being dragged down, I could tell they were taking her back to the unit.

I looked through the crowd to see Agent Callahan. "Callahan!" I yelled at eighteen year old who now had his ears covered. Callahan looked up at me, taking attention in a heartbeat. "Get over here, help Rogers lift Stark." Callahan moved instantly, picking Tony up under the arms. "Someone get me a gurney!" I yelled to anyone.

It took only a minute from someone to bring over two gurneys, one for Tony and one for Scott. Callahan and Steve lifted the unconscious Tony onto the gurney, while Thor placed Scott onto his. A wheelchair was also brought for the now exhausted Bruce. Callahan pushed Tony to the infirmary, followed by Ward pushing Scott, and Clint pushing Bruce in the wheelchair, Natasha and Steve followed closely behind, as did I. Fitz went after the girls, saying something about letting them know what was happening.

I didn't even know what had happened.

A/N: So what did you guys think? Like I said I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and I should probably do it more often, but I think I'll save it for big events, like the one that just happened! Should I do another chapter like this? Give me your approval and opinions, I crave it! I need it! I feed on it!

...This just got creepy.

This is what happens when I leave for long periods of time.

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