Chapter 4: The Runaways

Disclaimer: read chapter 1

Song: Eminem - Lose Yourself

"Everything you know about your parents' death is a lie... The silent spy awaits..."

The silent spy. Who was that exactly? Kelsey couldn't get the conversation out of her head. Who was the mysterious caller? What did he know about his mother?

As she stared at the gibbous moon, her mind drifted back a few weeks before her parents' death.

~000~000~000~

The girl in a high ponytail was resting on her bed, reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone, listening to her mom playing the piano downstairs, intently.

She was reading about Harry Potter's attempted assassination in a Quidditch match. Her mind told her to keep going, but her throat was dry from thirst. Right when she finished the chapter, the phone was ringing downstairs, interrupting Mom's song.

Kelsey sighed, feeling her throat all scratchy from reading out loud. She decided to end the story, for now. The girl exited the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. She should've brought headphones with her because the phone ringing and AJ crying annoyed her. She opened the fridge and fixed herself a glass of Sunny D. Her ears perked at her mom's voice answering the phone.

"Hello," Her mother greeted. A moment of silence. "Why did you call here? You know this line isn't secured..."

Kelsey furrowed her brows in confusion. From the sound of her mom's voice, she sounded scared. Her mom entered the kitchen. They two made brief contact. Her mom looked down at her daughter, surprised that she was in here.

The mother's eyes went straight to the phone, swiftly turned and whispered, "No, stop, I'll call you." She hung up. Before Kelsey could ask who was on the phone, her mother left.

Kelsey didn't realize how important the call was but didn't care at the time. She continued to drink her juice before reading another chapter of Harry Potter.

~000~000~000~

"We're here."

Kelsey was pulled out of her flashback as Darcy parked in the packed parking lot near the airport. To think that it was late at night, there should hardly be cars around. It took Darcy nearly twenty minutes to find a decent parking space that won't earn a ticket.

Garrett finally calmed down and enjoyed the ride in the middle. After riding for about an hour, he was tired, but he couldn't fall asleep now. He was dragged into helping Kelsey fly to New York. The airport better had a coffee machine and a package of five-hour energy drinks: extra strength, strawberry-watermelon flavor. Luckily, his captors were kind enough to give him clothes instead of walking inside the airport in underwear. He thought about taking his shoes off to escape, but didn't for it might risk an accident. He had no choice but to help.

"So Kelsey, you booked the flight?" Darcy asked.

"Yeah, earlier today on my phone." Kelsey waved her iPhone. "You guys need to pay extra for yours."

"Kelsey, are you sure you want to do this?" Garrett asked with a yawn.

Kelsey rolled her eyes and exited the truck with a loud slam, making Garrett bolt wide awake.

Darcy sighed. "When a girl makes up her mind, it's final." She exited the truck as well, before glaring at Garrett. "If you get any ideas, Bradley... we may have to kill ya."

Garrett scoffed. "Ha. Ha. Whatever!" He slid near the passenger door and out the truck, gently closing the door.

"We better hurry. There's no telling what kind of line we have at check-in," Kelsey said, before leading the pack inside the airport, rolling her suitcase. Garrett and Darcy followed right behind her.

"Here, Brad," Darcy tossed her handbag to him. "Be a gentleman for once and help a lady out."

"I would." Garrett shrugged. "But the lady in front of me insisted that she can handle her bag herself."

Darcy punched Garrett's arm, earning a yelp in pain from him as he dropped her bag. She rolled her eyes. "Crybaby."

Garrett sighed heavily, kneeling to pick up the items out of her bag. He picked up the first item - a box. He took a closer look, nearly puked realizing what he was holding.

Tampax Pearl tampons.

"Holy shit!" He threw the box in the bag, wiping his hand against his khaki shorts. He grabbed the bag, leaving Darcy's other personal stuff behind to catch up with the girls, what they didn't realize that another party was following them.

The same car was parked in the shadow, a few feet from the entrance. The gang was coming close, only they were stopped by another party.

"Wait! Kelsey! Wait!"

Kelsey nearly passed out in shock when she realized that Garrett and Darcy weren't the only ones here. A small boy in his light blue and red Superman logo tank top with matching shorts, carrying his Power Rangers backpack.

"Don't leave me in the truck!" AJ pleaded, finally caught up with the gang to catch his breath.

"AJ, what the hell!" Kelsey cried.

"Kelsey," Garrett scolded.

"Brad, come on, it's not like AJ hasn't heard the word before!" Darcy said.

AJ took a couple of breaths until his breathing pattern was regular. "I... That's... true."

"What are you doing here, AJ?" Kelsey demanded. "Why aren't you in bed?!"

"You and Darcy woke me up. I heard you two talking. I'm surprised ya didn't wake Jane up because you two were so loud."

The trio widened their eyes in panic.

"Holy crap, is Jane here?" Garret frantically looked around to see if the woman was around.

AJ shook his head. "No. She's asleep. I grabbed my stuff and followed you. I sneaked inside the truck when you kidnapped Garrett."

"Are you crazy?" Kelsey demanded. "What if you didn't catch up? What if you're stuck in the middle of nowhere with strangers?!"

AJ shrugged. "Easy. I would use my cell phone."

Kelsey widened her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I have a cellphone."

"Since when? Did you steal Jane's?"

"No!" AJ dropped his bag and undid his zipper from his front pocket to pull out a red Verizon flip phone.

"What the hell?!" Kelsey looked at the phone in disbelief. "I didn't get a cell phone until I turned thirteen! How come you got a phone so early?!"

"Jane gave it to me for Christmas. She said it's for emergencies only."

Kelsey glared at her friends, seeing that they weren't surprised. They knew. Of course, they knew. How come she didn't know about the phone?

"Remind me to argue Jane about this when we get back."

AJ widened his eyes in surprise. "Wait. So I'm coming?!"

"We better hurry, too."

It was Garrett and Darcy's turn to be surprised. Usually, Kelsey would argue with AJ about doing big kid stuff with her. Had Kelsey lost it?

"Kelsey, are you crazy?" Garrett asked. "You're bringing him along?"

"It's too late to go back now. If we did, Jane would wake up, and the whole plan will be ruined."

"I only care if we have enough money for food and seats," Darcy replied.

AJ shrugged. "We could always use my credit card."

The trio turned to AJ in disbelief.

"Credit card?" Kelsey asked.

AJ held up a wallet, and there it was. A visa card with Jane's name on it.

"Now that is news to me," Darcy commented.

"Since when did Jane trusted you with a credit card?" Garrett asked.

"Since the day I needed lunch money. She said I could only spend it if there's no food in the fridge."

"How come she didn't give me a credit card?!" Kelsey demanded. Now she envied AJ as the all-time favorite child.

"She was going to, but then she found out that you spent money on a tanning membership."

"It was winter! I needed the sun on my face!" Kelsey argued.

"What else is Jane allowing you to do? Shave your face?" Garrett asked.

"Nope... Not until next year," AJ replied.

Kelsey stormed inside the place with a huff. The rest of the team followed, knowing that they're going to suffer Kelsey's grumpiness tonight. They didn't know who they would rather face: Jane or her.

~000~000~000~

Before Loki could resume his mission, his mind was interrupted by a call. A call from above. Although, it wasn't from the heavens or the God that the insolent girl mentioned a couple of times. Oh, that insolent girl - how he was looking forward to seeing her again.

He kneeled with the scepter in his hand. His eyes closed as his surroundings darkened.

His eyelids opened and found himself in the kingdom of Thanos, kneeling before the servant of Thanos - The Other.

"The Chitauri grow restless," the Other spoke.

Loki paced, stood tall and proud, dressed in royal robes and a horned helmet placed back in his head. "Let them go at themselves. I will lead them into a glorious battle."

"Battle?" The creature snorted mockingly. "Against the meager might of Earth?"

Meager. Yes. Nothing special about the planet, even with their unique cultures, but it held... potential. That's why Loki chose Midguard to rule. He will change it into his creation. Every lost creature will be on their knees, welcoming their new king with obedience and structure.

"Glorious... not lengthy." A corner of Loki's mouth lifted in a smirk. "If your force is as formidable as you claim..."

This seemed to have touched a painful nerve for the servant.

"You question us?! You question him?" The Other hissed incredulously. "He, who put the scepter in your hand, who gave you ancient knowledge and new purpose when you were cast out - defeated?"

"I was a king!" Loki snapped, glaring the Other's way. "The rightful king of Asgard! Betrayed."

The last word brought Loki back to a time. A time when he saw her. Her face, her smile, her kind words. The beads from the shark tooth necklace brightened underneath his robes, around his neck. The tooth stuck against his frozen skin at the thought of her.

'You're my friend, Loki. The closest friend I have,' she softly whispered.

He clenched his jaw, tightened his hold of the scepter that glowed white. He saw images of themselves: reading, dining, and dancing. Why was he thinking such things? All those memories were lies, just lies.

"Your ambition is... strong." The creature sneered, "but it's not for a kingdom."

Loki glared at him with a questionable glare.

"It's... something else. Your desire is for someone. Some girl."

"You question my motives?" Loki asked, strangely calm, but his hold was deadly tight, and his eyes darkened with hate. "From what I understand, you don't have the Tesseract."

Mischief combined with rage pushed Loki, once again. A small smile playing on the trickster's thin lips, regaining the upper hand.

The bloody mouth of the Other stretched its six fingers out with a silent snarl, flying towards Loki's tall form, preparing to attack.

"Yet," Loki added. "I don't threaten..." Loki spoke quietly, "but until I open the doors until your force is mine to command... you are but words."

The Other slowly stepped away with his raised hand back to his side, slowly pacing around Loki. The Trickster refused to turn and follow his disgusting gaze. He refused to be intimidated.

"You will have your war, Asgardian." The Other assured the trickster with a growl, but something else was going to follow his words. "If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, everything you hope for - everything you desire - everything you love..."

Loki furrowed his brows, not entirely sure where The Other was going with his threat.

"You think you know pain?" The creature whispered his ear in mock gentleness, lifting his own six appalling fingers. "He will make you long for something sweet as pain."

The hand of the Other roughly pushed against the door of his mind. Pain burst in the back of his head, gritting his teeth as his mind returned to Earth.

The memory that played before him now seemed so distant. So far away. He blinked away the white spots of blinding pain in his head, and now, his fury had intensified.

~000~000~000~

Darcy and AJ waited for Garrett and Kelsey to come back with food and boarding passes. They killed time by coloring pictures from AJ's Iron Man coloring book.

Garrett returned with tickets, explained that the next flight to New York was at the next two hours. Darcy and AJ groaned in boredom.

"What are we supposed to do until then?" AJ asked.

"Eat... Sleep," Darcy grumbled with a yawn. "Mostly sleep." Her eyes lowered back to her coloring book, realizing that she was coloring Iron Man's mask green and gold instead of red and gold. "Oh, shit. I messed up."

AJ glanced at the picture, shrugging. "Not too bad. I'm sure Mr. Stark will appreciate the new look."

Darcy peeked at AJ's drawing, and saw that he wasn't coloring, but drawing. "Holy shit!"

AJ and Garrett glared at Darcy in disbelief.

"What?" AJ asked.

Darcy yanked the book from him to see the drawing of Spider-Man fighting with the Green Goblin. It was artistically detailed. "Holy shit! Since when did you learn to draw?"

AJ shrugged with a smug face. "Just takes practice."

"Let me see that," Garrett yanked the book from Darcy to get a better look. He too was amazed. "Jesus, no wonder you got an A in art."

AJ smiled from the feedback of his drawing. "Thanks."

~000~000~000~

Kelsey picked up Garrett's 5-hour energy package while looking around the food court to see what was opened. The only places that opened late were Wendy's, McDonald's, and some Mexican place that Kelsey couldn't pronounce because their sign was cursive and double bolded with lights.

She pulled out her phone to text her friends and brother for their order. Just when she was about text Darcy, her phone vibrated with her Kelly Clarkson ringtone. It revealed to be an unknown caller - blocked number.

Her heart started racing while staring at the phone. Should she answer it? Was she going to hear that anonymous voice again? She took the risk and answered.

"H-Hello?"

"Hello, would you be interested in donating a dollar per day for the Save the Rainforest Foundation? If so-"

Kelsey didn't let the autonomic voice finish for she hung up. One reason why she didn't answer anonymous calls, because salespeople tried to push her into buying stuff or giving away money. She wasn't near a rainforest. People don't live in the rainforest. Who cares? One day someone called and told her that her car warranty expired, and she didn't even have a car, let alone a license. She resumed her task and texted the gang for their order.

~000~000~000~

Luckily for them, the two hours flew by fast. They had spent the time eating, listening to music, talking, and coloring. Darcy chose the Mexican pizza with queso dip; AJ and Garrett chose McDonald's happy meal; Kelsey chose Wendy's chicken sandwich, fries dipped into small chocolate frosty. The attendant called out their flight number, ready to board to New York.

Darcy and Garrett, much to their dismay, had to sit next to each other. In front of them, AJ and Kelsey were sitting together. Garrett and Kelsey were lucky to sit next to the window. Right before the takeoff, Darcy started to feel queasy.

"Brad... Switch seats with me," Darcy commanded.

"Why?" Garrett demanded.

"I... I need some air."

"Well, too bad," Garrett said. "I never got the window seat, and I'm not giving them up for you as long as I-"

Darcy made weird gurgling noises, holding onto her stomach with one arm while covering her mouth with the other. Her sounds caught Kelsey and Garrett's attention.

"Darcy, are you okay?" Kelsey asked.

"I..." Darcy stopped herself from speaking, afraid that she was going to puke out her answer. She slowly shook her head in response; one slight movement worsened Darcy's stomach.

"Are you sick?" Garrett asked.

Darcy didn't respond as she swiftly left her seat to go to the bathroom down the aisle, ignoring the flight attendant's command to take her place.

"It's that pizza!" Kelsey cried in realization. "She must have food poisoning!"

Garrett glared at Darcy's seat as if she was there, before looking at Kelsey. "You serious?"

"I told her that place was shady. The guy who took my order barely speaks English."

"Well, I don't want to sit next to her! It's bad enough that I have to deal with her personality!"

"Shame," Kelsey looked at the window.

"Kelsey, please!" Garrett begged.

"Nope."

"Give me the damn seat, you cretin!"

Kelsey turned to Garrett with furrowed brows. Did he say what she thought he said?

"Excuse me?" Kelsey asked, giving her the scolding Jane look.

Garrett blinked his eyes a couple of times. "Um... I- uh - I mean-"

"If you think that's the way to get a seat, keep dreaming!"

"Kelsey, I'm sorry, I... I honestly don't know what came over me."

"Maybe you should take a nap. We have about five hours to get there. Surely, you will be less cranky by then."

"Kelsey..." Garrett asked again, only softer, "could you please switch seats with me?"

It was too late for Kelsey to respond because Darcy returned with a trash can in her hand. Her face was pale green. Her scent changed from rose body spray to vomit. Her bottom lip had a drop of the Mexican contents.

"Darcy, how are you feeling?"

Darcy's only response was a groan while emptying more contents in the trash can. Garrett, Kelsey, and the other patrons were turning away and crying out in disgust. AJ was oblivious to the situation because he was coloring while listening to his music.

A blonde ponytail attendant with a tight top appeared before them, out of all the attendants she seemed friendly.

"How are ya feeling, sugar?" the woman spoke with a New Orleans accent.

"Ugh!" Darcy cried, resting her head on the lid of the trashcan.

The woman patted her back in sympathy. "I know. Mexican food can do wonders for that tiny stomach of yours."

Garrett couldn't take his eyes off the attendant's chest that was showing some cleavage. Kelsey had to look away, uncomfortable with the interaction Garrett presented to the attendant. Didn't his church family taught him some respect about women?

"Lady," Darcy finally spoke, lifting her head slightly, "don't say the f-word again." Thinking about food made Darcy nauseous some more.

"Oh, I am so sorry!"

Garrett raised his hand. "Um... Ma'am. Just so you know... I don't know this girl."

Kelsey and Darcy glared at him disapprovingly.

"I am new to this flight," Garrett lied, "and I think this experience is disappointing."

"Oh, well," The attendant blinked, taken back by the rudeness. Her eyes glistened with hurt. She must be new here. She should be trained to not take things personally. "I am so sorry to hear that, child."

Garrett frowned when she referred to him as a kid, but continued. "Listen, I don't want to sit next to her for another minute. Is there another seat available?"

"I'm afraid not, sir. All coach seats are unavailable at this time."

Garrett groaned.

"But! I have two seats available in first-class-"

Garrett perked up at the last two words from the attendant's mouth. "Oh, I'll take it!"

"Aw, well, if you want to sit at first class, you're going to have to sit next to this young woman, I was offering the choice for her."

Garrett's face fell. "W-What?"

The Barbie attendant softly caressed the dark-haired girl's back. "Ma'am?"

"H-Huh?" Darcy asked, dipping her head from the can.

"Would you like to sit in the first class?"

Despite being sick, Darcy perked up just as much as Garrett did. "Hell yeah!" She coughed a few times to keep up the sickness, even when she was throwing up.

The attendant gave her a smile. "Alright, Miss, take the can with you, and I'll place you a seat close to the bathroom. I will be happy to provide you with Pepto for your nausea."

"Thank you."

The attendant began to lead Darcy out, but not before Darcy gave her friends the peace sign.

"Peace out, suckers," she whispered, leaving the coach to sit at first-class, satisfied with Garrett's expression.

"What the..." Garrett trailed off in disbelief. "Did ya- did ya see what she-"

"Save it, Garrett," Kelsey cut him off. "Be thankful that you kept the window seat."

"Next time, I should have Mexican, and have that woman take care of me in first class."

"Yeah," Kelsey grumbled, sticking the earphones in her ears. "Good luck with that."

Garrett rolled his eyes, placing the airport's headset over his ears.

Another attendant was talking through the intercom, explaining the rules for the passengers. What she said next was oblivious to the gang as they were listening to music.

"Have a good night's rest, ladies and gentleman, because it will be a while before we land at Stuttgart, Germany."

~000~000~000~

At the abandoned desert, a young woman was walking alone barefoot. Why she didn't have shoes? She didn't know. She was overheated by the sun, and her condition worsened due to lack of hydration. She could have a heat stroke at any moment.

"Oh, please, God. Give me food, water, and shelter..." the woman pleaded breathlessly. "Where are my kids... My family... My house..."

She tumbled onto her knees, coughing for breath. If she didn't get water or food soon, she would die. She glared up at the sun, her hand over her eyes. Just when she was about to lay down, she felt a drop against her pinky.

At first, she thought it was her imagination, but then two more drops hit her hand. Then three... Then a couple more. She realized it was raining; the clouds covering the sun. She didn't bother to cover head. She welcomed the rain with opened arms, feeling it trickle down her face, tongue, clothes, and feet that sunk into the sand. She closed her eyes, listening to the thunder like music. She didn't see lightning that shot through the sky. She didn't realize a figure appeared a few feet from her. Until she heard it.

"Jane..."

Her eyes opened but stayed still.

"Jane," the voice repeated.

Could it be true? Soaking Jane wondered. She peered over her shoulder and her mouth dropped at the most beautiful sight.

A man with shoulder-length blonde hair and beard, dressed in armor with a hammer in his hand. She knew that he wasn't a man. No. He was much more.

"Jane!" he spoke her name deeply but desperately.

Jane didn't want to kneel at her spot for another minute. She got up on her feet and ran to her star-crossed lover, her soulmate, the love of her life. She grinned, thanking the heavens above for sending one of God's beautiful creations to her.

She leaped into his arms, feeling dizzy as the man spun her around in the rain, like the couple from the Notebook. She didn't know how long she was holding him, him the same, but didn't care. He came back for her. Just like he promised. He returned.

None of them spoke as they tilted their heads back to look into each other's eyes. It didn't take long for them to seal their love with a passionate kiss. Tongue caressed the tongue. Hands caressed cheeks. His body tightly pressed against her body.

Just as they were making out, a light shined on their faces. That's not what captured their attention. It was the sound of a roaring engine. They broke apart to see a white SUV speeding towards their way.

Jane screamed as she was face-to-face with the scarred man who killed her sister, her brother-in-law. The same man who was about to kill her and her beloved. Before Thor could use his hammer, before Jane could plead, a thud and screeching tires echoed in the thunderous sky.

...

Jane bolted wide awake, drenched in sweat. Her breathing was rapid.

She placed a hand over her chest to slowly regain her breathing and heart rate. Before she could process her dream, there was a demanding knock at the glass door. She hurried out of bed and placed a robe over her shoulders, trying to stop the knock from waking the kids.

She stopped a few feet from the door to see a familiar group in uniform - S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What the hell?" She wondered before she opened the door.

Two men smiled in greeting. One man she recognized was Phil, the other she didn't know. She couldn't help but feel intimidated because the second man next to Phil had an eye patch on.

"Good evening, Miss Foster," Phil greeted her.

Jane blinked with her mouth agape, slightly by the man's one eye presence. She didn't bother to ask how he lost an eye. She offered a look that simply asked, 'Can I help you?'

The men caught the message loud and clear by her confused eyes.

"I'm afraid you and your family can't stay long, Miss Foster," the black man with the eye patch stated.

Jane frowned, narrowing at the eye-patch man in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"Is your niece present?" he asked.

Jane turned to Phil, demanding answers. "What is he talking about?"

Phil offered Jane an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Miss Foster. What my associate is trying to say is that we're here to relocate you. It's the matter of everyone's protection."

"Our protection? What?!"

Phil sighed. "Maybe, we should go inside and have a talk."

After long minutes of explaining, Jane processed the message through her head. She and her family were in danger. Dr. Selvig had been kidnapped, not really working a college summer program. Was Garrett involved with him? Of course, he was. How come Garrett didn't mention the attack when he returned? There were logical explanations, but neither one was an excuse in Jane's mind. An angry brother had come to be a tyrant of Earth. Was he coming here? Did Thor know?

"Since you are acquainted with the Thunder God, we think that Loki might come after you and your family," Phil explained slowly. "Which is why we have a plane set up to locate you all to a remote safe house in Torren, Norway."

Jane opened her mouth to demand S.H.I.E.L.D to tag her along for the rescue mission. Erik wasn't just a friend, but more like a father figure to her. Then she thought about her godchildren, Darcy, and Garrett. All of them were like her children for her to take care of. If Erik was here, he would've demanded her to think of them first, before himself. She was a godmother after all. A mother in that little boy's blue eyes.

She slowly nodded, before raising herself up on her feet. "I'll wake the kids to pack."

Phil was surprised with her calm response but didn't bother to question her. Neither did Fury.

As she went to Darcy room to wake her first, she was surprised to see the bed empty. She furrowed her brows in confusion. She tried calling her name but received no response.

She figured that she was in Kelsey's room. Maybe, Darcy managed to talk Kelsey's ear off until they both fell asleep.

Up next was AJ's room. To her disbelief, she found the room empty as well.

She was growing nervous. "AJ? AJ?!" She scrambled to look for her godson, but he wasn't in all his hiding spots. She grew scared. "AJ, this isn't funny?!"

She turned and gasped when Fury was behind her, staring at her like a hawk eyeing its prey.

"AJ, Darcy..." that's all she spat out. Fury stepped aside, allowing her to resume her search. She frantically looked through the bathroom, kitchen, living room - her godson and intern were nowhere to be found. The last place to look was her niece's room. She stepped inside through the wide-open door and gasped to see not Kelsey but Agent Coulson.

"Phil, where is-"

Phil turned around with his eyes on the piece of paper. "Oh, dear," he mumbled. She rushed towards him to see what he was looking at. Much to her horror, it was a note from her niece:

Jane, I'm sorry, but I have to go. I can't live with the injustice anymore. I need to go and help him stay where he belongs. I have to do this. This is best for all of us.

Don't bother coming for me, I'll be back to face your wrath soon.

- Kelsey

Now it was Jane's turn to have a panic attack. Kelsey left. Not just her, but Darcy and AJ too. Her breathing shallowed, her heart raced. Phil held her in his arms, guiding her to the bed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, what-what - hell what?! Call 911!

"Miss Foster, please, tell us. Any idea where she could've gone?" Phil asked calmly as possible, masking the panic in his tone.

"New York!" Jane spat. "She left to go to New York! Call 911!"

"Where? Where in New York?"

Jane couldn't talk anymore. Her voice was replaced with sobs.

Phil radioed his team to stop any flight that was heading to New York. He led the woman outside the room together. He was her crutch or cane for the woman couldn't speak or walk.

Fury was standing alone in the girl's room, eyeing a picture of her family. His eyes were focused on the Mother and daughter. How they looked so much alike.

He saw something in Kelsey that he had seen before. The way she left without warning, the firey spirit in her eyes, the smile that could have any man kneel before her. He whispered deeply.

"You are a Wendy, Miss Roberts. You sure are a Wendy."

A/N: Uh-oh. There is trouble in the earth, and it's not just Loki. Kelsey and the gang are heading out of the country instead of the state. How are they going to take the news that they're in the wrong flight? How did they get on the wrong plane in the first place? Could it have anything to do with mischief? What about S.H.I.E.L.D? Are they going to track them down in Germany? When is Thor going to grace them with his presence?