The world around her span, her body aching as pain lace her bones. The explosion and ricocheted though the lab, flinging her into the backwall that had been littered with lab equipment. No doubt broken equipment now.

A strong hand griped her fallen form, helping her to her feet once the dust had settled. "Lady Oakes, are you alright?" asked the Norse god. He was been surprising gentle to the lady in black.

"I have been better, now go. I fear I shall only hold you back at this time" she told him, waving him away with one hand. "It appears the hulk has made his appeared"

"Are you sure?"

"Prince Thor go, I shall meet you at the prince's cage after hulk has been delt with" her tone gave no room for argument as she leant against the cold metal wall behind her using it as support and the prince gave one last look before nodding escaping the room the other having fallen elsewhere or already having left.

She waited a moment, letting the pain running thought her body steady until it was a dull strum in the back of her mind. There was a reason she avoided physical confrontations.

This body. This body could no longer withstand the pressure of a physical fight, it was frail wanting to be broken at a moment's notice. This frail from when she was bedridden. She took a step forward, balancing unsteadily on her feet as she withheld a wince. As pain race up her legs. Protesting against any movement as she slowly made her way out of the destroyed lab. Using the wall, the best she could as a clutch in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

She readjusted her glasses. Luckily, they hadn't broken in the backlash of power.

She had taken longer that she had thought walking painfully slow towards the prison keeping out of sight of all those on the ship, "lady Oakes" Thor loud voice echoed behind her as he appeared, from his skirmish with the hulk. "I shall go first" he stated, heading thought the doorway.

"I do not think that is wis-Wait!" she called trying to stop the large Asgardian from rushing forward. There were two presences in the prison room.

"NO!" Thor yelled, heading towards the cages open doorway.

"Wait Thor no one's there" her voice landed on deaf ears as the male ran straight into the open doorway. Straight into the glass cage that locked behind him. Having been tricked by the god of tricks.

"When are you not going to fall for that?" the smooth voice of Loki called from the other side of the room, with an emery solider standing beside the controller for the cage. Ceclia frowned, she would not be able to open the doorway it seemed. Delaying the worse outcome, it seems would have to done.

She senses the smug smirk on Loki's lips as Thor in anger slams Mjölnir onto the glass wall of the cell. her shadows informed her of the extra person making their way towards them. The plan formed in her mind she needs to do was delay Loki from dropping his brother it seemed – the extra person could re-open the cage. She returns her attention back towards the cage is the mechanics gave off a shrill whine and as loosened its hold on the cage. Preparing it to be dropped into the air below the flying ship.

The lady needed to act now. As Loki chuckled stepping towards the panel, "The humans think us immortal. Should we test that?"

She stayed in the shadows, allowing tendrils of darkness coil around the enemy solider its grip tightening. There was a sicking crack echoed about the room before the figure dropped to the floor.

Loki blue hues flashed green for a moment as he turned towards the newcomer. "The lady joins the party" he muttered, turning his attention towards the women. Taking in her slightly worn paler than normal figure, it appears she had been caught in Barton's explosion.

"It's not really my type of party"

Not enough alcohol, not enough blood or tea depending on the party.

He quickly vanished, using illusions to make himself appear to move towards her, only to falter as her head followed his real form. "You forget, prince Loki that I do not perceive the world through the eyes of man"

The trickster god smirked, before jumped back, out of the way of the shadows that wished to ensnare him. Cecilia didn't want to admit it but she was in pain. The painful throb growing its dulling beat in her temple.

She needed to capture the god quickly.

She raised a shaking hand upwards, palm facing toward the ground. The shadows conveying around her, before turning on the god. Swarming him like a tidal wave. He sent a wave of his own magic towards her shadow's, if only to delay the onslaught. As he vanished from sight, turning himself invisible. Completely gone from the detection of the senses. Or he hoped.

Determine to work out the women's weakest.

Cecilia set the shadows of her skirt and hair onto defence mod, as she stepped further into the circular room. While the wisps of shadows mutter in her minds ear, vaguely telling her where the god was located.

Her shadows acted before she did, rising up from the under layers of her skirt to protect her from a blast of the spectre. The darkness formed a solid wall before it retaliated on the location of the still invisible Loki. only to miss him by inches.

She tried to control the shadows under the man's clothes but he used his own magic to protected himself against it. She bit the inside of her cheek, making sure that the pain wasn't showing on her face as she continued the magic-on-magic attack.

Her finger tips began to darken as the dark magic grown around her, "Pagans are the most unusable beings" the echoing voice of Loki called as he completely vanished off her radar.

"Speak for yourself, you're a pagan too." she muttered, ducking painfully under another blast from the sceptre. "You and I both know that there something amiss"

Loki chuckled, before his voice appeared from behind her, "though I do believe I worked your powers out."

"Lady Oakes!" Thor yelled, pain lacing his voice.

She frowned, whipped round towards the voice only to stuck across the waist by the staff of the spectre. Only to gasp in pain as her body slammed against the metal wall. If she could see, she would be seeing stars. Glasses clatter to the ground due to the force, letting those white stormy orbs be seen for all.

She couldn't help the wince of pain from her battled body – having been thrown against a wall twice in the spam of minutes and from the bright lights of the room. "It seems I was right, being with the darkness means shunning the light" the voice of Loki echoed throughout the room, as he stepped closer the fallen lady. The women struggling to her feet.

"Loki, your anger is with me" Thor called to his brother "stop harming others in this feud!" he yelled, trying to turn his brother attention away from the lady.

Cecilia gritted her teeth, soon her body would give out – she could feel the strength leaving her limbs. She pushed the pain to the back of her mind as she let the shadows wrap around her limbs. In a means to control them. The darken fingertip grew – the darkness seeming to spread upwards covering her hands like a corruption.

Loki smirked turning away from his brother in all but blood back towards the powerful lady – he could feel the darkness growing around her as the shadows helped her stand.

He casted a ball of green fire into his hand throwing, it towards the lady, only for it to be drowned in dark flames. The shadows shifted around them as the one of the lights above them shattered sending her conner to darkness. Feeding the shadows once more.

He sent another blast from his sceptre before stepping forward, trying to get close to the lady. Summoning more balls of flame and light towards the pagan. The shadows easily intercepting the summons but distracted her enough for him to take a step closer. He now had plenty of space to swing his sceptre towards her feet while throwing a summoned dagger towards her face.

He watched with amusement and fascination as her shadows pulled her limbs - dragging her tired from - backwards out of harm's way of the blades. "Truly fascinating" he muttered. Before shotting a blast of his sceptre at point blank range.

Only for the lady to be dragged into shadows.

Cecilia reappeared on the other side of the room, her breath coming of in hast pats. Her body would not last much longer; she needed to step up her game or they would be a test on the mortality of the Norse gods. Before either could move agent Coulson, made his presence own, "Don't move" the agent stated pointing the large gun towards the god, "You like this? We started working on the prototype after you sent the destroyer" even I don't know what it does. Do you want to find out?"

Cecilia furrowed her brows as she tried to located where the gun was pointing to. It seemed to her that the agent was talking to thin air. Her eyes widen in realisation, "Wait agent, that's not rea-"

She was cut off by a loud guttery gasp. Centring her focus on the agent who now had the sceptre penetrating from his chest.

"NOOO!" thor roared.

"D'Arvit" she muttered ignoring the raised eyebrow she got from the male god. Her shadows wrapped around the form of Loki like a snake before flinging across the room into the metal wall. As shadows coiled around her helping her towards, the fallen agent. "My apologised agent Coulson. I am not proficient in the healing arts"

"it's alright lady Oakes"

"I can delay until help arrives though" she stated calmly, raising a finger toward the wound. Dipping it in the warm blood she quickly as she could with trembling figure - hands began the art of drawing out runes despite the man's progress. She drew three, one above the wound two below on either side making a triangle.

"Truly a wonderful piece of magic, my dear~" A voice purred, she turned only for a bright flash of piercing light to explosive in her vision. The explosive of light blinding her into a complete whiteout – the pain overtaking her senses. She swaged on her unsteady feet; her mind's eye unable to deal with the overload of light. Finally, her battered body caved slipping into Morpheus arms.

"Shame it won't be enough"

Was the last thing she heard as a slim arm wrapped around her waist preventing her from hitting the ground.

To be contiuned...