Chapter 39: Suit up

Grace POV

All of us briskly walked to the cargo bay were most of the stuff was still in tact after the home attack. We were finally going to get Loki. Steve went over to a small crate where his suit was stored and went to get changed. Stark was away in search of his secondary suit as the first one got trashed while fixing the malfunctioning engine.

Steve appeared out of his changing spot all geared up in his suit without the shield. I gave him a puzzled look.

"You said that Agent Romanov was eager," Steve explained, "I'll get my shield when we ask her to come aboard. Let's go."

We left Tony in the bay and I led Steve to the infirmary room Clint and Natasha were the last time I saw them. Steve opened the door all kitted out on his suit. He barely made it through the doorway as we both stayed beside the door. I couldn't see Clint but Natasha was there.

"Time to go," Steve ordered.

"Go where?" she replied turning around to look at us.

"To take Loki down," I replied.

"Do you know how to fly one of those jets?" Steve asked. Tony was the only one who knew how to get to New York and not need an aircraft and others to take him. At that moment another door opened up to reveal a normal Clint Barton in his signature black gear.

"I can," he replied. He had obviously been eavesdropping on our conversation. Both Steve and I looked at Barton and then sent questioning glances at Natasha. As if to ask "Is he normal again?" Natasha didn't say a word but gave a slow nod.

"Gotta suit?" Steve asked. Clint nodded, "then suit up."

We both left and both the master assassins followed promptly behind. We went back down to the cargo bay where Steve picked up his signature shield, Clint strapped on his arrows and collected his bow and Natasha and I gathered as many throwing knives, extra bullets and guns to as we could find and carry. We made our way through one of the hanger bays to a heli-carrier. Stark had given us all earpieces to communicate. He still hadn't left the airship as he was making minor adjustments.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Steve asked me anxiously as we made our way onto the heli-carrier. There was someone there. Probably a engineer or technician but he stood up and gave us questioning looks.

"Hey you guys aren't authorised to be here," he said. Smart ass.

"Son, just don't," Steve said seriously but the guy couldn't take a hint.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave," He insisted. I walked forward and gave him a sharp, hard punch that knocked him to the ground, "it's all yours." he said in pain as he cupped his nose and ran out. I turned to Steve with a glare.

"Now who's not up for it," I said harshly. Steve raised his hands in surrender as Clint and Natasha made their way to the cockpit. We promptly took off with Stark in tow before he moved ahead and went on to New York. We flew as fast as we could to get to New York.

As we neared New York, I turned to Steve.

"Drop me off at Stark tower," I ordered.

"What? Are you crazy?" Steve asked.

"Quite possibly. But I think Loki knew me from my past life and somehow has some weird feelings towards me," I explained, "he'll be near the portal at Stark tower, so what better place to manipulate him into turning off the machine."

"Wait...what sort of feelings?" Steve asked curiously.

"Seriously?! You're asking that now?!"

"She has a point, cap!" Natasha called from the cockpit, "but she has to give us details on the other thing later."

"Ok," he said tossing me a parachute, "get ready." The door at the back opened up as I got off my seat and strapped on the parachute, making the butt of one of my gins dig into my kidneys. I made my way to the exit, prepared to jump, "in 3...2...1...JUMP!"

I closed my eyes and threw myself out into the cold, rushing air.