Chapter 3: Every Breath You Take
Disclaimer: read prologue
Hours later, Kelsey finally managed to calm down by breathing through a paper bag. Darcy and Garrett were by Kelsey's side, comforting her.
"It's going to be okay, Kelsey," Garrett rubbed her back.
"Yeah," Darcy agreed with Garrett, couldn't believe she did that, but Kelsey was too important right now to disagree with anything with Garrett. "Just because he's up for parole doesn't mean anything."
Jane was concerned about her niece's wellbeing, so she contacted Doctor Peterson, the pediatrician, who prescribed Kelsey to take Xanax four times a day. The medication will make her sleepy, but at least it would decrease her panic attacks.
Jane told Kelsey what the doctor said. Kelsey groaned, burying her face into Garrett's chest. She didn't want to go through with this again. Kelsey had taken medication before when her parents died. She stopped taking them at fourteen years old. She thought it would be better. She thought that she wouldn't have to take medications and curl up in her bed like a zombie. That wasn't the case.
"Jane," Kelsey began. "Please... please don't make me retake my meds. Please! I'm fine!"
Jane sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know, Kelsey, but you just had another panic attack. I just want to be cautious. You don't want to end up in the emergency room, do you?"
How could Kelsey forget? Fourteen years old at three in the morning, she had a nightmare of his face - the scar. She couldn't shake it. She couldn't breathe. She was about to burst. She remembered falling off her bed either choking or close to puking. She couldn't communicate her five-year-old brother in the room. He climbed out his newfound big boy bed, crying and calling Granny for help. It was all a blur. She remembered waking up in the hospital. She thought she was living that time again, in her first morning at Asgard, months ago.
"I'll be fine," Kelsey assured her. "Just... You're not... Are you going to..."
Jane hushed her, moving Garrett over so Kelsey could lie on her shoulder. "It'll be okay, Kelsey."
"You're not going to let him get out of jail, are you?"
Jane didn't reply, continuing to rub her hair, shushing her.
"Are you?!" Kelsey asked louder, her breaths heaving. Her pulse throbbed louder — no doubt about to have another panic attack again.
"Kelsey, let's not talk about this. You need to rest."
"I don't need to rest!" Kelsey pushed Jane off of her, standing up and staring down at her aunt in rage. "That bastard killed my parents! You promised me that he would stay in jail for life!"
"And I also promised you that we don't have to be involved in this nightmare again!"
"That promise is broken, Jane! My nightmare came true! He's getting out!"
"You don't know that," Darcy softly argued.
"I do know that!" Kelsey snapped, gasping at every word. "The parole board doesn't know anything about justice!"
"Kelsey, enough!" Jane raised her tone to match Kelsey's. "Justice has already been served! Matthew has served time in jail, and from what I heard from Mrs. Gilbert, he has rehabilitated. He went to rehab. He wrote a dozen apology letters, attended small groups."
"Sorry isn't going to bring my parents back! Sorry isn't going to change what happened!"
"You're right about that, but we can't go back to the dark place, Kelsey. Don't you want to move on?"
"Of course I do," Kelsey replied. "I'll be happy to move on if Matthew stays in jail!" She stomped back to her room, ignored Jane's pleas to come back. She slammed the door shut, collapsing onto her bed, weeping on her pillow. Why do these things keep happening to her? Why can't she be happy for a change?
~000~000~000~
Kelsey didn't know how long she had become a zombie. Hours, days, weeks. She didn't care. She had no choice but to retake medicine. She was drugged and curled under the sheets in the dark. The family urged her to get up and eat breakfast. Kelsey declined. She wasn't hungry, just wanted to sleep.
Jane invited her psychiatrist to come in and help Kelsey, but the girl didn't want visitors. She wanted to be left alone. She ignored the excellent doctor's questions and advice until Miss Marcorp gave up.
Another knock was made; only this time, AJ was there with a book in his hand. "Hey, Kels?"
"Go away," Kelsey demanded softly.
"Can you read me a story?"
"No."
"Please!" AJ begged.
"I said no, AJ!" Kelsey roared, snapping at the kid. AJ took a step back, freaking out of this new Kelsey. He hated it. He missed the girl who would be the best narrator to his stories. Her smile uplifted his spirits. Now. She was becoming Grumpy from Snow White.
"Jane, AJ is bothering me!" Kelsey tattled.
AJ groaned. "Fine, I'll go! Jerk!" He exited the room with a slam.
Kelsey moaned, irritated by the noise. She buried her head underneath her pillow. It was hot in her room. She was all sweaty head to toe under the sheets. The darkness in her room paled her. Dark circles were around her eyes. The medicine was making her tired. She had been sleeping all day, and up all night pigging out the ice cream as her meal.
Her whole world was falling apart. It appeared that she couldn't take a break. All she could do was lie there, staring at the family picture next to her. Tears stained her cheeks and pillows. She had the strength to reach out and touch the glass of the image, her mother's smiling face.
"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry you didn't get the justice you deserved..."
~000~000~000~
"This is ridiculous!" Jane cried in the living room. There was a family meeting involving Kelsey's zombie behavior. They came up with ideas on how to drag Kelsey out of bed, and so far, all the plans didn't work. They sent AJ in to receive a bedtime story, but Kelsey snapped and lied back in bed. They were out of options.
"Why couldn't we send a letter to the parole, demanding that Matthew shouldn't get out of jail?" Darcy suggested.
Jane shook her head. "No. I promised Mrs. Gilbert that I wouldn't get involved. Besides, Patrick and Wendy don't want to have a never-ending battle under their name. They would want peace..." She sighed. "I just wish Kelsey could understand."
"We could just tell her that he's not eligible for parole."
"No!" Jane raised her hand to silence more of Darcy's stupid ideas. "I can't lie to her. She would hate me more than she already is."
"She doesn't hate you," Garrett assured her.
Jane scoffed. "Appreciate the comfort, Garrett."
"No, Garrett is right," AJ agreed. "Kelsey may be down, but eventually she'll walk outside again. It's only a day. She won't last in there long."
"But how long do we have to wait, until she does?!" Darcy demanded. "I miss my TV buddy!"
"You mean your pig buddy," Garrett objected.
"Excuse me?!"
Having enough of the bickering, Jane walked away, heading to Kelsey's room. She didn't bother knocking. She barged inside, disrupting Kelsey's sleep.
"Kelsey!"
The girl groaned, turning her body away from Jane. "Ugh!"
Jane rolled her eyes, looking at the curtains, realizing that they were closed together. There's no light in this room. That could easily be remedied. She jerked the curtains opened, pulling the blinds up, rays of sunshine blinding Kelsey like a vampire.
The girl screeched, pulling the covers over her head. "What are you doing?!"
Jane pulled the covers off of Kelsey who resisted. "Kelsey, I think it's time for social interaction."
"Go away!" Kelsey pleaded.
"No!" Jane snapped. "Look at you, Kelsey! You haven't been moping all day, and I'm sick of it!"
"Here's what is ridiculous, Jane," Kelsey spat, ignoring what Jane said. "The fact that my parents' killer is leaving prison, and no one is doing anything about it. He killed your sister, Jane!"
"Do you think I'm okay with all this?!" Jane demanded. "Don't you think that I would want to put that bastard in his place? Let him rot in the cell for taking two lives from his bad choice of drink?!"
"Well, why don't you?!" Kelsey hissed, casting an angry eye at her aunt.
"Because if I do that, then I would be lighting a fire that does not need to be lit! A never-ending battle that could hurt other people I care about! That's not what your parents would want you to do for your life! Granny wouldn't want that for you or your brother!"
Kelsey's frown deepened like an angry cat. "How dare you put words in my family's mouth."
"It's the truth, Kelsey. I knew them longer than you could've ever known them."
"Shut up!" Kelsey cried, pulling the covers over her head.
Jane didn't let her have it. She yanked the covers back, straddling Kelsey's waist, pinning her wrists against the pillows. Kelsey put up a fight, but sheets wouldn't do wonders for her sweaty legs.
"No, you shut up, Kelsey! We are not going to discuss this anymore! You are going to grow the hell up! Act like an eighteen-year-old. You are going to accept that this is how it's going to be. We are not going to go through with this drama again! Your brother isn't going to go through with this again!" Jane released one of Kelsey's wrists to cup her face, pressing her fingers into her jaw, making Kelsey whimper in disgust. "Do you hear me?"
Kelsey slapped Jane's hand off with her free hand. "Get off."
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes! I understand you, now get off!"
Jane had enough with Kelsey's attitude, so she decided to leave Kelsey be, for now. "Fine," she hopped off of Kelsey's, opening the bedroom door.
"Could you pull the blinds down?" Kelsey asked.
Jane stared at the window, then turned to Kelsey with pursed lips, "Nope."
Kelsey groaned, burying her face into her pillow.
"If you want them down, get up and pull them down yourself; and if you do get up, you should join the family for supper. We're having pizza."
Kelsey didn't reply, just continued to lie there with her back facing Jane.
Jane sighed, knowing that's how far she could go with Kelsey. "If you change your mind, we'll be at the table." She closed the door, giving Kelsey another opportunity to break down into tears.
'How dared she?!' Kelsey mentally cried, beating the pillows with her fists angrily. 'How dared she said that I don't know my parents and Granny?! They would want justice! This is an outrage... If I had a choice, I would...'
That's when it hit her. Kelsey did have a choice. She's eighteen years old. She's an adult. Nobody was going to make her choices for her. She could march in the parole board and demand that Matthew Gilbert belongs in prison.
"If you can't do anything, Jane, then I will..."
~000~000~000~
"There is a war coming, Agent Coulson," Director Fury stated, exiting the room where he had a meeting with the World Security Council. He strutted forward with his chin up and hands folded behind his back.
"I am aware, Director," his second in command replied, following right beside him. They approached the area filled with hard-working navy-clad agents on computers. The two approached one, moving an agent out of the way. "We are currently sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops - if it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."
"Good. Has the team united?"
"We are picking them up, right now, sir."
"And that annoying fool?"
"Back in New Mexico where he belongs."
"Has he suspected anything? Does he remember anything from the event?"
"The mind serum erased the memory as requested, sir. He does not know of that night."
"Excellent," Fury was relieved to hear that Garrett was no longer welcomed in his presence or his list to rescue. "Now what do we know about... our attacker?" Fury typed in the footage when the former prince of Asgard was attacking S.H.I.E.L.D's headquarters.
"Let's state the obvious. He brainwashed a few agents, including Dr. Selvig and Agent Barton. He's from another planet called Asgard. A tricky man. He currently claims the tesseract as his."
"And it's up to us to claim the Tesseract back."
"And rescue the men as well," Coulson added.
Fury sighed. "Tesseract first, then victims."
Coulson tried to hold back his tongue, but couldn't. "With all due your respect, sir, one of them is a close friend."
"Coulson, I know that you played cards with Barton, but you should know the world is at stake when that psycho possesses the most powerful object in the universe."
"I'm well aware, but I wasn't referring to Barton."
"Oh?" Fury raised a brow, turning his head towards Coulson's direction. "And who are you talking about?"
"Dr. Selvig... I met him in New Mexico when the Mjolnir crashed, and the Destroyer attacked the town."
"And you two became close friends?"
"Yes, but that's not all."
"I bet. A big guy who calls himself a god fell from the sky and attacked our men to possess a hammer."
"Yes. I was hoping to contact him to be a part of the team we put together."
"And?"
"Contacting him is impossible. He is back, where he belongs, in Asgard."
"Good."
Coulson blinked. "Sir, I believe Thor can-"
"We don't need another alien craze man crashing this planet, handling one crazy punk is enough!"
Coulson closed his eyes, reluctantly nodded in defeat. "Yes, Sir." He opened his eyes, and the video of the attack uploaded on the screen. It played out the obvious until they got a closer look at the perpetrator's face. Coulson raised his brows in disbelief, pressing the spacebar, pausing the video.
Fury glared at Coulson, trying to read what he was thinking. "What's on your mind, Coulson?"
"I know him."
"What?"
"I know him."
"You met this guy?" Fury pointed at the image of the God of Mischief's craze face zapping at a nearby agent with a scepter.
"Not in person, but..." Coulson pulled out his phone, accessing his photo box. He turned the phone around, revealing an image of the same attacker only smiling generally with his eyes almost shut, and his arm wrapped around a certain blonde - now a brunette. "...she does," he finished.
Fury's mouth nearly dropped as he stared at the photo in disbelief. He grabbed the phone to take a better look. "Coulson... this... It's not-"
"No. It's not. That's Kelsey Roberts. The night when Thor came to town, she was sucked into his planet for weeks. This is a picture of her and our unsub."
"Roberts? So she must be-"
"That's right," Coulson nodded.
Fury leaned back in his chair, continued to stare at the photo. He couldn't believe that the girl was laughing and smiling with a terrorist, almost like she was enjoying his company. Worse, she had the resemblance of someone from Fury's lifetime ago.
"We need to contact her."
Coulson snatched the phone from him in protest. "What? No!"
"And why not?" Fury challenged. "That kid could be the key to get inside that guy's damn head!"
"I can't drag her into this! It's too risky! She can't get involved. She is just a-"
"You're willing to risk the planet for her?"
"Not just her. She has a brother, friends - Jane Foster is her aunt, godmother. I need to keep them all safe."
"We will relocate the whole family to a different country... except her." Fury pointed out the picture on the phone before turning away.
"She's just a child, Director!"
Fury ceased his steps, narrowing his eye at the pleading agent. This man can't be sentimental. Not in a time like this.
"Well, this child is friends with the devil, and if they are still friends then maybe she could be a big help."
Coulson regretted opening his big mouth. He pledged to protect Kelsey and her family, not drag her into the upcoming war.
"You can't do this, Director!"
"I can, and I will!" Director snapped. "If this punk plays with our weapon, then we will play with his. Kelsey Roberts is coming with us to find this sick son of the bitch." He leaned in, leveling his eyes at Coulson's with dark determination. "Once... and for all!" Fury shoved Coulson out of his way, exiting the room. Coulson took deep breaths, trying to alleviate his temper. He leaned his back against the rail of stairs, zooming his phone at Kelsey's face.
"I'm so sorry, Tiger Lily... I'm so sorry."
~000~000~000~
It was midnight at the glasshouse. Kelsey dressed in black shorts, a white Mickey Mouse tank top, and a thin navy NYC jacket. Her hair groomed clean and pulled up a high ponytail. She showered off her sweat, rinsed off her macaroni salad breath, and applied Dove deodorant on her armpits and underneath her breasts. Sweat would try to stink in both areas.
It's going to be cold tonight, so she put on Aero sweatpants over her shorts. She will remove them once she gets on the flight to New York. Thank goodness for saving birthday, Christmas, and Easter money to get on board. If she spent it every day on tanning beds, she would be broke.
Her plan was simple - fly to New York, stop the parole board from freeing Matthew, then everybody shall live happily ever after... almost everyone. Matthew will rot in jail for the rest of his days.
Kelsey didn't want Jane to put up another set of missing posters, so she had written a note for assurance.
Right when she unzipped her bag, her cell phone rang her Kelly Clarkson ringtone. Her all-time favorite song as a child...
"I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway..."
Kelsey was confused. Who would call her this late at night? According to the Caller ID, it's unknown. Kelsey learned to never pick up anyone's calls she didn't know. Maybe it was a sells call, government demanding money for support when they already took enough for taxes, or Matthew Gilbert who escaped his asylum, ready to finish off her and brother. Now Kelsey was thinking back on Halloween the movie, one the scariest movies in history.
"Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And break-"
Kelsey didn't mean to, but she accidentally pressed the talk button. It was too late now. She might as well say the greeting.
"Hello?"
Suddenly, static noises screeched Kelsey's ear, causing her to pull away. That's not the only thing weird. Her phone was acting up. Numbers and letters scanned through the screen until it flashed back to black.
"Listen carefully," the deep voice demanded.
Before Kelsey could demand who the creep was calling her, another voice interrupted her. It was a recording voice of a woman talking.
"The Hulk has been spotted, send the Hellcarrier now."
"Do you know who that is, Kelsey?" The voice asked.
"He is heading down into an underground tunnel. We are going to need back up."
"We have been keeping it confidential for so long," The deep anonymous voice replied.
Kelsey listened to the woman's voice intently.
"I'm here underground. No sign of him. Though I think I'm being followed-followed-followed-foll-loooowed," The recorded ended with a click.
"Who is this?" Kelsey demanded.
"You know her by a different name..." The disguised voice paused, giving Kelsey the unnecessary suspense until he decided to spill the name out loud.
"Wendy Foster."
"Mom?!" Kelsey asked in disbelief. No way. There's no way her mother's voice was in the recording. Was this some kind of joke? "Matthew is this you?! Listen, you sick son of a bitch! I am going to New York to kick your ass! If-"
"You are needed by the secret agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D... urgently. Everything you know about your parents' death is a lie..."
"S.H.I.E.L.D?! What are you talking about? Who are you?!" Kelsey demanded louder than she wanted.
"The silent spy awaits..."
The voice ended. Her phone beeped more numbers and random letters, then her phone shut off. Kelsey stared at her phone with widened eyes, didn't really process what just happened.
Her mother. S.H.I.E.L.D. The Hulk? Lies! This was all too much for Kelsey.
"W-What?!" She dropped her phone onto the ground; its battery popped out of the case.
"Kelsey?"
The teenager let out a gasp and turned to face sleeping Darcy in her frog pajama pants and a huge kitty T-shirt. She leaned against the door, letting out a yawn.
"What are you doing?"
Kelsey didn't know what to say, she was still speechless about what just occurred in her phone. Was this a dream? Did something else happen to her parents that had been kept hidden from her? Was Matthew Gilbert responsible for their death? He had to be. There's no way the call could be correct.
~000~000~000~
Garrett was sound asleep on the couch with the TV left on. He was watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air until he dozed off a bag of Doritos in his hand. He snored lightly with one hand on the chips while the other was hanging off the couch. His legs were crossed in a comfortable position. He was at peace, dreaming about becoming Will Smith until a knock interrupted his dream.
He fell off the couch with a yelp, spilling his chips everywhere.
"Damn!" Garrett cursed, smashing his chips with his knees and hands. He sat up from the ground, glaring at the door. He grumbled standing up from the couch.
"Mom and Dad are done gambling already?" He was about to approach the door but realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt or pants only his polka dot boxers. He quickly grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his body, before stumbling towards the door. He opened it up, relieved to see his best friend and not his parents. His mama would've killed him if she caught him in bed only in his underwear, raising the electric bill and making a mess on the floor.
"Oh, Kelsey, it's you." He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "What are you doing out here - I-I mean not that I'm not happy that you're out of bed, but..." He trailed off to see that a teal roller suitcase beside her. He raised his eyes at her in recognition, his mind clicked.
"Oh, hell, no!"
Kelsey furrowed her brows and blinked, taken back by his reaction. "You didn't know what I was going to say!"
"You're going to New York to stop them from releasing Gilbert."
"Actually..." Much to Garret's dismay, Kelsey wasn't alone. Darcy stepped into his view all dressed up in skinny jeans, a tight grey T-shirt, a purple jacket, and glasses as her accessory. "We are going to New York."
Garrett glared at Darcy, then at Kelsey as if the girl was stupid. To put it truthfully, she was stupid. "Have you lost your damn mind?"
"We need a truck," Kelsey stated, not taking effect to the rude comment.
"What's wrong with the van?!"
"It might wake the residents," Darcy replied slowly as if she was talking to a fifth-grader. "Duh!"
"Well, forget it! Count me out! I don't want to get in line for execution! Jane will have my ass!"
The girls chuckled slightly, confusing Garrett.
"I don't think you understand, Bradley," Darcy began with a mischievous smirk. "We didn't ask for the truck."
Garrett furrowed his brows, leaning against the doorway, totally lost. "Then what are you-"
"Grab him!" Kelsey cried.
Before Garrett could react, a bag was over his head and a rope was wrapped around his arms and body.
"Hey! What the- What the fuck are you do - whoa!" He tumbled onto the ground by Darcy. Kelsey grabbed his upper half, while Darcy grabbed his lower half (much to her dismay).
"Let's move," Kelsey stated.
"Why can't I take the upper half?" Darcy asked. "His feet stink!"
"And I'm going to knock you out if you don't let me go!" Garrett shoved his legs back and forth almost like he was riding a bike. Unfortunately, Darcy hooked her arms around his knees, his kicks didn't affect her.
"Forget it, Garrett. we need your help, whether you like it or not!" Kelsey snapped.
It's official. The most embarrassing moment in his life. Garrett Bradley kidnapped by crazy girls. What could be more aggravating than this?
~000~000~000~
[A/N: Listen to 'Every Breath You Take' by Sting & The Police. I thought about this song while writing this part of the chapter. It's certainly accurate when it comes to a certain god having a deadly obsession... Back to the story]
Parked ten feet from Garrett's house, two men in suits and sunglasses were inside their blended Lincoln, watching the struggle from afar. Before the kids could get inside the vehicle, the men had taken an opportune moment for pictures. They snapped shots at Kelsey and Darcy pushing Garret into the truck. Darcy was running to the driver's side, while Kelsey was taking the passenger's side. The lens stayed focused on the hooded girl in black and white.
The driver raised his phone against his ear, speaking to his boss. "She is on the move, sir. It appears that she has made unexpected plans."
"Is she alone?"
"No, only two subjects are with her - a black boy and a four-eyed girl," The passenger placed the camera down, removing his shades. His eyes revealed to be artificial bright blue, the same color as his partner's.
~000~000~000~
On the other line, the tall man in green with a sharp scepter in his hand was watching images of the kids uploaded on the computer screens. He stared down at the girl who had caused him so much trouble in the past. Her black orbs were looking around the area to make sure no witnesses were around, before placing her tied-up friend in his own truck. How adorable. She just committed another crime. One was for treason, and now she was charged for kidnapping an innocent civilian. What was she up to? He had no idea. He knew that it was important if Kelsey couldn't leave town till morning.
"Excellent work, gentlemen. Depart the pathetic town. My trusty servant will take over from here. You shall remain in contact with me in case I acquire assistance."
"Copy that, your highness."
Their captain slammed the flip phone shut. His eyes never left Kelsey's dark ones. His smile crooked into a smirk as if he was up for more mischief. He pressed the spacebar, playing a recording of the young adults' voices.
"You didn't know what I was going to say!"
"You're going to New York to stop them from releasing Gilbert."
"Actually... We're going to New York to stop Gilbert."
Gilbert? Who exactly was Gilbert? He'd learn that name in time. However, he recalled New York to be Kelsey's birth home. The way she was dressed, blending in the dark, not wanting anyone to know what she's up to. He applauded her skills, but it's a shame her plans must come to a complete halt. Gilbert should be the least of her worries.
Everything was coming together exactly as he wanted. Oh yes, he shall have her planet before the other eight realms. He shall end the oaf Odin for ever doubting his so-called son. That lesson will be taught by starting with the favorite golden boy, who no doubt will come and track him. The god of thunder can try, only leading him to unsuccess. Nothing will stop the prince this time, not even the team, Barton mentioned, S.H.I.E.L.D. was putting together.
He gave all his attention back on the image of her. His so-called friend.
"My dear, Miss Roberts," her name slipped through his silver tongue. Saying her name was like a hiss from a live snake.
"You and I have some unfinished business." He grinned, letting out a breathless laugh, running his thumb across Kelsey's cheek. To anyone else it may look like he was looking at a picture of a sweetheart and wishing it was her real face, he was caressing instead of an image.
"Now may not be the time for our reunion, but you mustn't worry..."
In reality, it was about the creepiest thing he could possibly do. His fingers twitched for a moment, wanting to wrap them around the girl's throat, like the Destroyer almost burning her to death at New Mexico.
The thought of his plan foiled by his older brother drove him mad.
"I'll be watching you," he whispered to the picture.
He lifted up his scepter, zapping the computer screen, destroying its contents. He retreated down the halls to meet up with his newfound accomplices - the brainwashed Dr. Selvig and S.H.I.E.L.D's archer, Agent Barton.
A/N: Kelsey is dragging her friends along in her crazy ride. What she doesn't know is how much crazier the ride will become. Fury is after her, Coulson is protecting her, Loki has plans for her, the anonymous caller has spilled a secret about Kelsey's mother. Was the caller telling the truth? What happened to Kelsey's parents' death was a lie? Can Kelsey succeed in putting away Matthew Gilbert? When is the gang meeting the Avengers? More to come in the future chapters...
