Queen and Her Pawns

The meeting place was in an abandoned field fifty miles from S.H.I.E.L.D's main base. The sky was quiet and the night was filled with coyotes in the distance. Director Fury stood with three other figures along with their plane to get back to base. Natasha stood next to Hawkeye murmuring to one another while Tony Stark stood on his lonesome talking on his phone. He wasn't in uniform which wasn't a surprise to Fury. He had called him on short notice and given Captain America was on a mission he needed all the help he could get.

"Yeah…right…well I'll be in tomorrow," said Tony into his phone before hanging up. He walked over to Fury, looking up at the sky. "So what exactly are we looking for? No lightening or thunder so how is almighty Thor transporting this lady?"

"Not sure," answered Fury with a sigh. He, too, was becoming impatient.

"And why are we babysitting?"

Director Fury rolled his eye. "From what his message had said, she had delved into dealing with Loki in a not so Asgardian way."

"Reindeer horns?" Tony laughed.

Fury couldn't help the smirk on his face. "Yes, reindeer horns."

"Either way she's dangerous if she was involved with him," came Hawkeye. The two spies joined Tony and Fury.

"We don't know the whole story," said Natasha. "She could have been under his control like you were. We won't know until they get here."

Just then a rumble of thunder echoed through the sky and the winds took up into the air.

"Right on cue," smiled Tony.

They came crashing down into earth with higher speeds than she had ever traveled. Her body slammed down into hard dirt that scraped into her mouth and ears. Pain erupted from her midsection and she rolled on her back whimpering. It truly did hurt and the tears rolling down her face were real.

"Stay on your back," said Loki. He was near her line of sight next to Thor, but she could tell the thunder god could neither see nor hear the Mischief. "And continue to cry."

Isa complied to his instruction, gasping and touching her wound that had broken open.

"Isa, I am sorry!" exclaimed Thor while kneeling down next to her. She heard rushing and four other people joined the group.

"These people cannot be trusted," explained Loki. He then made an odd nodding with his head. "Possibly Mr. Stark as long as you keep Mischief details aside."

"Natasha go get the aid kit," directed the black man with an eye patch. He reminded Isa on Odin and that immediately put her off. He crouched down next to Thor, examining the wound. "What happened? Were you under attack?" He looked to the sky.

Isa laid still as Thor explained the story of her uterus being taken out. With that there was a detailed story of what she had done. While that was happening, the red haired woman worked on her wound. It stung horribly when he disinfected it and started to stitch it up, but Isa kept her eyes on Loki who stood at her legs. He had a worried look on his face.

"Loki is very persuasive," explained Thor. "But with them being so far apart his influence will wear off." Thor looked to Isa and she made eye contact with the prince. She forced her eyes to read sadness and despair. "She isn't at all like him. He used his charm and whit to his advantage on her."

The black man sighed, looking over to Isa. She made note not to meet his eye. "We will put her in a cell for now and make sure whatever ties he has to her has worn off."

Loki smirked, walking around the group.

"How about I take her?" asked the rick looking man. Isa noticed it was Tony Stark.

"Out of the question," said a man with bow and arrow.

Tony put his hands up in defense. "No offense, Hawkman, but she doesn't look like Loki. She looks like she could use a nice bed and some Shawarma."

Isa stopped Natasha's stitching, sitting up. "It'll heal on its own," she said quietly while standing up. Thor offered her help, but she denied his arm. "You should get back to the All-Mother." She touched the necklace around her neck and glanced at Loki who frowned. "Tell her thank you."

Thor nodded. "I will. They will not harm you, Isa. You were not in the right mind."

Isa inwardly rolled her eyes, but did something he hadn't done in months. She bent down on one knee, crossing her arm across her chest. When she looked up at him, she saw shock in his eyes. "I hope to see you again, Son of Odin."

As she bowed her head, her unbent arm shot out four snacks that camouflaged into the night. The only one to witness was Loki who smirked at the woman's cunning skills.

Happy Holidays to everyone :) Short chapter, but I thought I'd get away from the Christmas celebrations to upload a quick chapter. Review please :)