Hello, here is chapter two!

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Chapter 2

When Carrie woke up it was to the smell of something cooking.

JARVIS had taken the initiative and caught some fish. They were done by the time the teenager roused herself from sleep. She flinched at how sore her body was but there wasn't anything they could do about it.

Loki wrinkled his nose at the offering, but he was hungry and grudgingly ate it. JARVIS didn't give him a chance to speak, stuffing the fish into his mouth with the stick it was cooked on. As soon as the last bite was swallowed, the silencer was back on.

Carrie made a note of it and ate her own fish in appreciative silence. Her mother had deprived her of food in the prayer closet, which could last days, so the teenager never developed into a picky eater. As she ate, JARVIS informed her of what he discovered about the island.

It wasn't that big, to start – he estimated it would take her twenty-four hours of straight walking to get across to the other side. That said, the size was enough to foster a lake that reassured Carrie of one of her worst fears.

That left food, since the small cave they found was a suitable shelter. JARVIS was going to show her what was safe, and what wasn't since it was unlikely the Avengers would be here before he shut down.

"There are rodents here that are safe for you to eat, provided they are thoroughly cooked." JARVIS explained. "Some of the berries will kill you if you eat them, I will place markers to ensure you don't pick them by accident."

The food supply on the island was limited. Carrie knew she would have to get used to cooked fish for a while.

During the day, JARVIS taught her many things, including how to dig a "cathole" for whenever nature called.

Carrie was not looking forward to when Loki needed to use the bathroom. She would need to grab some of the leaves to create a screen.

It was comforting to see the horror on Loki's face when he realized it too. That would not be pleasant for either of them and it was a humiliation no matter how you looked at it. Perhaps she could use her powers? It would take almost nothing in effort.

They gathered food to last a couple of days. A huge turtle had left their shelf behind, and the AI controlled suit broke the top from the bottom to create two dishes for food.

Water holders were trickier but doable.

That night, Carrie and Loki sat on beds made of leaves and grass with long vines tying them together. JARVIS ripped off Loki's cloak to repurpose, much to the God of Mischief's indignation. Part of it was cut into strips for her hands, to put off blisters that would form. The rest would serve as a blanket unless needed otherwise.

Carrie was calmer now that they had supplies. While the former prince reacted to everything in a mixture of horror, indignation, and furious helplessness, Carrie was just happy to have food, water, and shelter.

Most importantly, there was a plan too. They could survive here for a while, and if Carrie recovered before the team found them, she could figure out how to send a message.

JARVIS gave her some last instructions, away from Loki before they settled in for the night and Carrie fell asleep watching him act as a lookout.

The metal was cold to the touch the next day, but the teenager refused to dwell and started her day writing in the sand. She needed to figure out how much she and Loki should eat each day and how much water they could drink. Everything in their supplies needed to last as long as possible.

The Cube never left her side.

In the end, she decided one meal a day was the safest measure. Half a canteen of water a day would have to be enough too.

The teenager explained this plan to Loki, out of courtesy and because she needed someone other than the Cube to speak to.

Loki was the picture of frustrated anger as he sullenly glared at her. He was a relatively pragmatic man and knew Carrie wasn't going to free him. This was something the prince would just have to put up with.

The Iron Man suit had its own usefulness too.

Carrie was able to use her powers to a certain degree without feeling like she was being punched in the head afterward. She used this to help pry apart the armor and force some metal into the rough shape of a bowl. The other pieces she either sharpened or bent into other shapes that could be useful to her.

One sharp piece of metal was tied to a long stick and Carrie practiced fishing, most of the food JARVIS helped her gather had been edible greens or berries. They needed meat and the protein it would give them. The Tesseract was tied in a sling against her chest like a baby from a piece of Loki's cloak.

It took her a few hours, but she managed to grab some fish. The sky was starting to turn orange, so the teen returned to the cave.

Loki was glaring at Carrie pointedly when she returned, frustrated and humiliated as she took him to the cathole. She didn't untie his hands and instead used her powers to push his pants up and down. It didn't take much energy and Carrie was able to do this with a nice giant leaf that obscured what she definitely did not need to see. It was big enough to reach his waist, much to her relief.

They had fish soup for dinner. It was on the bland side, but better than tasting awful. The berries helped. Carrie fed Loki first not giving him a chance to speak in between sips from the bowl, and then saw to her own hunger.

Once that was done, Carrie started to tell stories.

She knew Loki was the enemy and was guilty of many horrible things. Carrie would have done horrible things herself though, if not for SHIELD. She wouldn't have regretted it either.

Carrie told him about herself (she was careful not to speak of her powers in too much detail) and what her life was like back in Chamberlain. She spoke about her mother and how much time had passed since Carrie last spoke to her. Carrie admitted that the distance was a blessing but a bitter one.

Loki listened.

There was no one but the two of them on this island and she needed to stay sane. Just talking to the prince helped Carrie's nerves. Perhaps she would regret this after they were found, but right now the teenager needed this.

The time it took to get a hold of the man he was looking up was annoying. Normally Tony would see this as no biggie since he had called in last minute, but with the current shitstorm every minute felt like an hour.

Romanoff and Barton were getting their injuries checked out more thoroughly by SHIELD docs – Tony, at JARVIS' behest, allowed his AI to scan him. There was nothing life threatening but he would be very sore tomorrow.

That was all he needed to know. Tony couldn't waste his time being checked over by doctors when every minute counted.

Thor and Bruce lingered in the background as the monitor came to life before them.

Charles Francis Xavier, also known as Professor X and the founder of the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters private school. A mutant with unparalleled telepathic abilities and leader of the X-Men.

Wait. Crap. Did Carrie knock him out of that number one spot? Tony wasn't sure. Did being able to talk to alien artifacts count as powerful or just a skill any telepath could manage with training?

"Mr. Stark," Xavier nodded his head. He was older than Tony but didn't look it. One could tell he wasn't exactly young, but a precise age was hard to place and Tony didn't understand why his thoughts were going there. He needed coffee.

"Hi Mr. X." Tony and Xavier knew of each other and even spoken . . . twice, once? The older man had known Howard Stark too, if only in a professional sense, but wasn't a reoccurring house guest. "I need a favor."

"Is that so? How could I help you?" Xavier asked.

"Look. You've seen the news by now and know about the colossal "we're doomed" scenario Earth just avoided. Everything is contained now but we're missing a member and you might be able to find her. I'm not sure if your. . . Cerebo? I'm not sure if she'll count with it but the kid was just resuscitated like an hour before she was snatched, and we need to find her yesterday."

It was quiet for a moment as the old mutant processed Tony's words.

"This would have to do with that young girl, yes?"

"Yea. Carrie. She was tested for the X-gene and came up negative, but. . ."

"She is still a telepath." Looks like Mr. X had his own way of getting information. Three guesses as to how he managed that and the first two don't count. Tony wondered if there really was a girl who could walk through walls like the rumor mill mumbled and promptly filed the question away for later.

He needed coffee. Food. A nap. Maybe (definitely) a shower and not all in that order.

"I will see what I can do. That being said, I would like to speak to her. Ms. White is far too powerful to go without training and there are people here she should meet."

"I agree with the whole training part. We can hash something out once we get the kid back." Tony didn't give a damn about any hissy fits Fury or the WSC would throw.

"Agreed. Rest now, Anthony. My team will find her."

Wait, what?

"I'm going to –"

"You and your team have just fought off an alien invasion. You need to rest and recover. I will see to her safe return."

Tony wanted to argue, but he saw Bruce motioning for him to accept the offer. He and Thor looked so tired, as ragged as Tony felt. He swallowed and reluctantly nodded. "Ok. I'm gonna send you some information you'll need. She wasn't alone."

Please. Please be alive. He prayed as the monitor went blank, the data transmitting.

Charles Xavier didn't waste any time and maneuvered his wheelchair to the door. He felt Jean coming up behind him as he went down the hall and didn't object to the mental nudge – a request for conversation.

"Professor. Carrie is the one we felt a month ago, isn't she?" Jean asked, walking by his side. "That cry for help."

"She must be. Rachel should be informed, please bring her down to the Cerebo Chamber. Even if our suspicions are incorrect, she was the most sensitive to that call. She may have an easier time locating the poor girl than us."

Jean nodded and went to retrieve the child as her mentor took the elevator down below.

Charles worried about what state Carrietta White would be in when they found her. The information Anthony sent revealed that the person responsible for the invasion was with her along with the artifact used to open the portal the army came through in the first place.

A power telepath alone with a manipulator and source of power that had barely been scratched. It was a recipe for disaster. He prayed they were still on Earth or there was little hope of preventing the possible devastation this could bring.

Cerebo opened its doors for him and Xavier entered. The time to brood was over, now was the time to act.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

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