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A/N: Goyle dies in the movie, but in the book survives. We're going with that version

Mighty to Save – Chapter 14

*London*

Loki stood in the center of what was becoming a formidable army, consisting of three dozen wizards. Joining Umbridge and Yaxley, Antonin Dolohov and Fenrir Greybeck, two of Voldemort's most vicious death eaters, joined them. Others, including Gregory Goyle and Blaze, former friends of Draco Malfoy, also joined them. Loki seemed ready to address them, when a familiar pop sounded.

"Ahhh, you've returned Lucius," Loki smiled. He turned to look at him, only to be surprised that he was alone, his smile turning to a frown. "I see your family didn't come with you."

"Their view on life has changed," Lucius said, an edginess apparent in his voice. "They are not the wife and son I once knew.

"Draco's gone off the deep end," Goyle commented. "Potter and his stupid friends saving him in the room of requirement made him forget his true allegiance."

"You will NOT talk about my son that way!" Lucius shot back.

"Lucius..." Loki interjected. "It's ok... we have quite an army right here. And by the time we join forces with the Chitauri, we will be unstoppable."

"So, where do we go from here?" Yaxley asked.

"New York City," Loki said. "A muggle there built a most fascinating place, he even named it after himself. I'm going to re-name it... after me."

*Power Chamber*

After seeing the video of Nick Fury, Kim returned to Tommy's bedside, overlooking him. All his vitals seemed to be fine, but there was still no sign of him joining the world of the conscious. A tear began to fall from her eye, sliding down her cheek. She blinked, trying to rid herself of the fruit of her sadness.

"Tommy," she began to say. "I know you can't hear me. But I've been holding this in for the past 5 and a half years." She took a deep breath, and then continued. "For years, Loki holed me up in some Asgardian prison that no one knew of. He tried to turn me against you, against Jason. I wouldn't succumb, even after torture or trickery. One day, he was given that scepter... most likely by someone who gave him the authority over the Chitauri... I don't know who it is exactly. But even when he used it to bring me under his control... I couldn't stop thinking about getting back to you. And now we're here. We're in the same room. And yet you can't see me... you can't feel my presence, you can't hear my voice. And I can't stand it!" She screamed. "All I want is for you to open your eyes and tell me everything is going to be ok. That after all this time, we're finally going to get to be together. Please, wake up and tell me that." Another tear fell from her eyes, and then a few more, before she heard the door open behind her, the sound of heavy footsteps following it.

"I thought I might find you here," the unmistakable voice of Jason rang in the room. "It's time to go, we have Loki's next location. It's going to be messy."

"I'm not going," she said, her gaze fixed on her wounded fiance. "Someone needs to be here if he wakes up."

"That someone can be a person without the ranger powers," Jason spoke tenderly. "We need you out there, especially with Tommy out. Right now, we only have me, Captain America, Iron Man, Harry, and Black Widow confirmed for this mission. Can you imagine if we have to go up against all of Loki's army? And who knows if he's recruited more. What if he gained more help?"

"He probably has," Kim said, finally standing and turning to face her good friend. "One of the reasons why he had Lucius with him was to gain access to the wizarding world. It gave him instant credibility, that he was a man of power and influence. Even though Lucius fell from grace, his reputation still lends itself."

"If he gained support from the wizards... from former death eaters..."
"You're gonna need a lot of help," a male voice interjected. They looked to see Romanoff and Barton looking on.

"You ok, Agent Barton?" Kim asked.

"Well, I feel like someone got inside my head and played... you know full well how that feels," Barton said, his tone ever so serious.

"Do I ever," Kim sighed.

"But... if I shoot Loki in the eye... I'll sleep better at night, I s'pose," he continued.

"Is that a joke?" Jason asked, not knowing whether to laugh or be scared at the comment.

"Let's just say it's a good indicator that Hawkeye is back on our side," Romanoff said with a slight grin. "We need to get going, our Captain is waiting for us."

"What about Tommy?" Kim asked.

"If lover boy wakes up, Cranston will be able to make sure he gets to us," Romanoff replied. "But we need to go now if we want to provide Stark with back-up." The four of them marched over to the loading bay, where they saw a flurry of activity. Rogers was engaged in a conversation with Coulson when they looked to see the four of them, ready for action.

"You ready for this?" Rogers asked.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Jason replied. "What's the status on Tony?"

"He took off about 15 minutes ago, he should be able to make it to New York in under four hours, but he's going to need to switch suits out," Coulson said. "His current model is running out of power, fast."

"We better get going then," Harry said, joining the group. "And hope that my owl gets to them in time."

"Owl?" Barton asked.

"Think of it as e-mail," Harry grinned. "I'm calling in for back-up." Harry glanced over at Kim and Jason, and gave them a nod of his head. "Let's just say it will be like old times." They nodded back at him, and then followed Captain Rogers to one of the quin-jets.

"Any one of you able to fly this thing?" He asked. "Last time I piloted a jet, I ended up frozen for over 60 years."

"You're in capable hands with me," Barton replied, making his way to the front seat.

"Thanks for being with us," Rogers affirmed.

"Captain, it's my genuine pleasure." The others found their seats on the jet as they took off and began the journey to New York. Kim sat down hesitantly between Harry and Jason. While Jason had the urge to continue to ask questions, he could tell from Kim's silence and her aversion to meet his eyes with hers, that she was closing herself off at the moment. 'How in the world do I help her?' Jason thought. Suddenly, both were brought from their thoughts by the voice of Rogers.

"Ms. Hart," he said. She looked up, not saying a word. "Can I have a word with you in the back?"

"Look, I understand that you want to make sure I'm ok, but it's not really a good time," she said, emotion dripping from her words.

"Do you want to stop Loki?" He asked.

"Of course I d..."

"Then be here with us," Rogers interjected firmly. "I don't know what you and Dr. Oliver have, and I don't know what it's like to live without the love of your life for five and a half years. But if you want to be back with him, we need to win this war. To do that, I need you to be focused."

"I'll be fine," Kim shot back, her eyes looking coolly at Rogers. "When the time comes, I'll be completely focused for the task set before us. Until then, I need to grieve. I need to pray, I need to let everything sink in. I've been out of the world for so long, I haven't connected with my family, old friends... they all think I'm dead! The last time I was in this world and not under a spell, I was planning my wedding. Now, I need to think about how to get acclimated to the world I left. I need to undo my death certificate, tell my parents I'm still alive..." A tear slid down her cheek as she choked out her last words. "I don't even know if they're still alive."

"Kim..." Jason spoke gently.

"Look... I know this mission is important," Kim reiterated. "I know that it's important for me to fight against Loki. I know that I have ranger powers again, and the responsibility that comes with it. And I want to help. I want to fight. But I need to deal with the gravity of this, too. I would think, of all people, you would understand that." She looked at Rogers, no longer with eyes of frustration, but of sympathy.

"More than you know," Rogers replied. "No one should have to go through what I did. I..." Kim put her hand up to interject.

"I know you're trying to help, and I appreciate it. I really do... you're a great leader, something that Loki noted when he planned against us. He knew all the mental weaknesses of the team, and he said that you would be the most difficult to crack... and you haven't. I know you're trying to make sure that we're ready to go as a team. I... I just need some time to myself." Rogers nodded. "That means that you can stop thinking about the right question to ask me, Jason." She looked over at the red ranger, and his blush indicated she'd picked up on his thoughts correctly. Rogers began to walk back to the co-pilot seat before he stopped and looked around one last time.

"Kim... if you need someone to talk to, someone who can relate... let me know," he said gently.

"Will do," she replied. There was very little chatter the rest of the flight, minus some minor tactical details about their mission. Suddenly, Barton interrupted the silence.

"Stark is a minute away from the tower," he said. "We'll be there in 20 minutes."

"Ok, this is it," Rogers said. "Time to get ready."

*Stark Tower*

Iron Man arrived to the roof of his massive building to find Dr. Selvig on it, concentrating on some large contraption. JARVIS, his A.I., analyzed the item, and then spoke of its findings.

"Sir, my analysis shows that Erik Selvig has manipulated the iridium to stabilize the Tesseract." Stark readied himself close to the contraption, flying just far enough away to shoot it.

"Dr. Selvig," he stated. "Shut this thing down." Selvig turned to see Stark above him.

"It's too late, the process has all ready started... in a matter of minutes, a portal will open," he replied. "It will be wonderful."

"I doubt it," Stark replied curtly. He readied his repulsor units on his hands, and fired a blast, but it merely bounced back at him, with the force of the blast causing Selvig to be thrown to the floor of the roof, and Stark flipping backwards before stabilizing himself with his suit in mid-air.

"Sir, there seems to be some sort of force field protecting the tesseract," JARVIS said.

"Duly noted," Tony quipped. He looked down, to see Loki on the balcony of his main operating room, flanked by Lucius and a few others that he had never seen before.

"Sir, your energy levels are dangerously low, and the Mach 7 unit still needs more time before it's fully operational," JARVIS informed him.

"Then skip the spinning rings, just get me out of the suit and get to work on the new one," Tony said as he descended to the platform, where his state-of-the-art machinery began to take his suit off as he walked into the main operating room of Stark Tower. Only Loki had come in from the Balcony to meet him, scepter in hand. Tony walked down the stairs to the actual bottom floor of the operating room.

"Please tell me your going to appeal to my humanity," Loki grinned.

"Actually, I was planning on threatening you," Tony quipped.

"You should have left your armor on for that."

"Yeah. It's seen a bit of 'mileage' and you've got the 'glow-stick of destiny.' Would you like a drink?" He arrived behind his mini-bar, poured himself a drink, and then subtly slid on a bracelet, and clicked a button on it.

"Stalling me won't change anything..."

"No, no no, threatening!" Tony glanced at his foe for a moment, and continued when he saw that he was going to draw no response from him. "No drink? You sure?" Loki merely looked with amusement. "Well I'm having one."

"And whom do I have to fear?" Loki asked.

"The Avengers. We're... kind of a team. Earth's Mightiest Heroes type of thing."

"Ahh, yes," Loki smiled. "I've met them."

"Well... I can readily admit that we needed to get some traction, but let's do a head count, shall we? Your brother, the demi-god." At this, Loki grunted with displeasure, while Tony continued. "A super soldier. A living legend who kind of lives up to the legend. Three of the most legendary power rangers, three who have pioneered their powers. The most famous wizard in the history of London. A man with breath-taking anger management issues, a couple of master assassins... and YOU, big fella, you have managed to piss off every single one of us." Loki grinned at Tony's words.

"That was the plan."

"Not a good plan," Tony quipped, putting down his drink. "Because when they come... and they will... they'll be coming for you."

"I have an army," Loki reasoned.

"We have a hulk."

"Heh, I thought the beast had wandered off."

"No you don't get it," Tony interjected. "There is no throne, no version of this where you come out on top. Now, maybe you get the portal open and maybe your army comes, but regardless of what happens, this is all on you. Because if we can't protect the earth, we'll damn sure avenge it."

"Well... how are they going to come after me... when they are going to be so busy fighting you," Loki finished his thought and thrusted the tip of his scepter towards Tony's heart, only for it to cause a small clanking noise against his chest piece. "This usually works." He tried it again, but only for the same result.

"Performance issues?" Stark quipped. "Well, it's not uncommon. They say 1 out of 5..." Before Tony could finish, Loki switched tactics, swinging his scepter and striking Stark hard enough that he plunged through one of the windows, now falling to his apparent doom. While Loki stood grinning, a door behind him opened, and in a flash a red and gold contraption whizzed by his form, causing him to stumble and fall. He began to stand up, and after a few seconds went over towards the now shattered window to find a newly armored Iron Man floating in mid-air. "By the way, there's one other guy you pissed off, his name was Nick." Before Loki could do anything, Tony raised his hands and fired a blast from his hand repulsion units. Stark flew up to one of the roofs of the buildings adjacent to his tower, and looked to see a portal opening up.

"Stark, we're approaching your position," Rogers asked from the plane communication unit. "You seeing this?"

"Seeing... still working on believing." As he uttered the words, he saw countless alien mercenaries descend from the heavens. "Well, here we go."

To Be Continued...

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