Alright. I've changed this one as well, as to what it was in the original. A lot of things are going to change from this point on. If you read the original, you might recognize some stuff, but otherwise I'm putting in some new details. And I know it seems like it's moving fast, but don't worry. It'll slow down here pretty soon.

His metal head turned to me as Captain America led Loki to the jet. Both glanced back at me but I was to focused on my dad to really notice.

"Skye? What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same question, but you're supposed to be here at the gala. You got an invitation a couple days ago but you didn't answer your phone so I had to cover for you again." I stepped closer to him.

His mask slid up, revealing his face. He did not look happy.

"First off, don't talk to me like that. Second, you're supposed to be in Malibu with Happy. Thirdly, did it ever occur to you that you could've declined?"

"And say what?"

"I was busy doing other stuff. I don't know, made up something. Instead you snuck off without my permission. Now get your stuff and head back to Malibu. We'll talk when I get back."

I crossed my arms. "No."

"No? Excuse me?"

"Stark!" A familiar redhead walked out of the jet. "Fury wants her to come! She's already seen too much!"

I gave him a satisfied smirk.

"We're not done." He grabbed my arm, all but dragging me to the jet.

He pulled me in, sitting me across from Loki, strapping me in.

"Am I your prisoner now, too?"

I could almost hear Loki's smirk.

"Captain." I nodded to the soldier.

"Ma'am." He nodded back, confusion clear on his face.

I looked across at Loki, finally getting a good look at him. My stomach clenched, my blood suddenly running cold as I stared at him. His icy blue eyes stared back at me, the same icy blue as in my dreams. He couldn't be...but he looked just like him. His eyes trailed up and down my form before they settled on my face again, his head tilting to the side as he frowned a little. I quickly looked away from him, focusing on the floor of the jet, trying to calm my racing heart.

It was silent in the jet as we flew to god knows where. I didn't have a clue what was going on, except that the guy I'd been dreaming about for months was real and wanted to take over the Earth, and apparently Captain America was still alive. And, even though I was 18, I was still subject to be treated like a child by my dad. Maybe he was just trying to make up for all the years he missed out on parenting.

"Is he saying anything?" Director Fury's voice came over the radio.

"Not a word." Natasha said.

"Just get him here. We're low on time."

I could feel Loki's eyes burning into me. I wanted desperately to look back up at him, take in every detail of his face, the face I'd been seeing in my dreams for over a year, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor of the jet.

"I don't like it." Captain Rogers said. He was standing by me and I had a lovely view of his backside, but my dad's angry glare and Loki's curious stare kept my eyes where they were.

"What, Rock of Ages giving up so easily."

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop."

"Still you are pretty spry for an older fellow. What's your thing, Pilates?" I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my seat. Here we go.

"What?"

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple things doing time as a capsicle."

I could feel the air grow tenser and tenser as my dad's rude behavior began to shine through.

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."

Lightning flashed overhead and thunder rumbled.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha asked.

Loki's eyes finally left me as he looked at the lightning flashing outside.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightening?" Captain Rogers asked.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Chills erupted over my skin at that voice. Wait- I shouldn't be thinking that.

There was a thud on the roof, rocking the jet. I didn't like where this was going. My dad grabbed his helmet before opening the hatch.

"What are you doing?" Captain Rogers yelled at my dad.

Someone landed on the hatch door and began walking towards my dad. Loki looked terrified, the same look on his face that he'd had in my dreams.

My dad loaded his blaster but was thrown back by the new guys giant hammer, right into Captain Rogers. The giant blonde man grabbed Loki before flying out of the jet.

My dad groaned, standing up. "And now there's that guy." He walked towards the open hatch. "Skye, stay."

"Not a problem on this one."

"Another Asgardian?" Natasha yelled over the rushing wind.

"That guy's a friendly?"

"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

"Stark, we need a plan of attack."

"I have a plan. Attack." My dad jumped out of the jet.

"I'd sit this one out Cap." Natasha yelled.

"I don't see how I can."

"These guys come from legend. They're basically gods."

"There's only one god, ma'am. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." Cap grabbed his shield before jumping from the plane. I don't think I'd ever been so attracted to anyone in my life.

Natasha found a place to land on the rocky mountainside, not far from where Loki was standing on the mountainside. I could see his form illuminated by the moon as my dad took off into the air. I unbuckled the straps, heading out of the open hatch towards Loki. His eyes were elsewhere, so hopefully I could get up to him, without him noticing. I vaguely heard Natasha calling after me, but I ignored her, on a mission of my own. I wanted answers, and I knew this would be the only time I could get them without anyone else listening in.