Finally back here with a new chapter. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise with the update schedule, but for my excuse I have to say that our whole family suffered in nasty stomach flu for two weeks after the holidays and I had no time for writing. I don't recommend that to anyone. It was just awful! Never again!
I do hope your year has begun better than mine.
Thank you for all the reviews. (SenSen-Chan, your kind comments keeps me going :) )
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I'm afraid the next chapter too is still in progress and will take a few weeks to get it done.
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"Alright, I'll admit it I'm not that young anymore," Tony Stark grimaced as he pulled out a Coca Cola can from the vending machine and opened it with a fizz. "You want something from here?" he asked from Thor and took a long sip of his soda, placing then the cold can on his aching forehead.
He didn't find this punishment fitting for his crime. Last night he had been trying to get Thor drunk and revealing him the secrets of the mysterious Tesseract. What he had gained was a hangover of a life time. And Thor hadn't even gotten drunk at all.
"No, thank you," Thor said in an unhappy voice, glancing around him in the large main hall of the Triskelion building, where people were passing by looking busy.
He and Tony were coming from Nick Fury's office where Thor had been once again tried to convince the director to give him the Tesseract and the custody of his brother. And yet again Fury had refused him, and it was starting to make Thor thinking he should take matters into his own hands soon.
"Let's say if I would help you out finding the Tesseract, could we consider of sharing the profits?" Tony asked as they continued walking side by side across the great hall.
The god of thunder shot a grumpy glance at his companion. "It is not for sale."
"I'm not asking to sell it. Couldn't I only borrow it, just a little?"
Thor shook his head in disagreement. "That artefact originally belonged to Asgardians as it still should. Without it Loki and I might be trapped on this realm forever…"
Tony gave an annoyed but funny looking frown at his new Asgardian friend. "Oh, no-no-no-no! No way!" he huffed. "We need to find Phil. I can't take you with me to New York. Pepper won't have you sleeping on our couch… and neither will I," he explained and picked up his mobile phone from his pocket, turning it on and calling to agent Coulson.
It had been Phil Coulson who had asked him to keep an eye on the god of thunder, but he wasn't going to babysit Thor for much longer.
Thor watched amused but interested as Tony played with his little device, putting it on his ear. "What are you doing with that?" Thor asked.
"This is magic of our own. I can contact anyone I like with this little thingy. Just watch!" Tony said with a proud expression and waited for a moment. "It's ringing now."
From a distant Thor heard a small, odd peeping sound that almost drowned under the commotion in the hall. When he glanced at that direction he noticed a glimpse of the agent Coulson walking further away.
"That is an amazing contraption! It just found son of Coul," Thor said being impressed and hurried after the agent. "Son of Coul!" he shouted in a strong voice.
Some people turned and stopped, looking at him like he was a crazy person.
"Keep quiet, you are embarrassing us both!" Tony Stark grunted at him. "Besides, your voice is killing me."
"Son of Coul, I must speak with you!"
That familiar voice carrying through the crowd made Loki grimace as he strode across the great hall with Emma and Logan in their disguise.
"Oh, brilliant!" Loki murmured with a trace of irritation in his voice, in Coulson's form, as he saw his brother rushing towards him.
Lok wasn't stopping but running away would have been too obvious sign of telling that something was wrong. So, he just carried on walking briskly as if he wouldn't had heard Thor, touching lightly on Emma's back urging her to keep going.
Logan gave a quick look over his shoulder at the blond man in a red cape who seemed to be after them. "Who's that guy?" he asked as they kept hurrying towards the elevator that would take them to the parking house.
"He's trouble," Emma said shortly, doing her best to keep up in Loki's pace. She still looked like Natasha, and she had been carrying Coulson's phone when it had begun ringing. Nervously she rejected the call, but noticed that it was too late since Tony Stark waved his hand at them from a distant, far behind Thor.
"I knew it. I hate guys with capes. There is always something shady about them," Logan grunted and cast a frown at Loki, recalling that the alien boy also wear a green cape. "No offence there!"
Loki only smirked. "None taken. And, I am sure your barber did a marvellous job with you. I am sorry. When did he die? Must be a few decades ago."
"Hey!" Logan resented that remark. He liked his own style.
"Please, not now!" Emma whispered, trying to curb their verbal sparring.
Thor was almost upon them when they reached at the elevator. The doors opened conveniently for them when a small group of agents stepped out and the three of them went in.
"Son of Coul, did you not hear me?" Thor asked as he caught up with the fake Coulson who just moved into the elevator.
"Leave this to me," Loki said to Emma and Logan sounding assertive. He could tell from Emma's eyes that she was afraid and he winked at her with a tiny smile before turning to face his brother and fool him again in a fake form. "Thor. I did hear you but we are in a bit of a rush," he said calmly and pushed the elevator button, looking straight into Thor's eyes. "So, if you would excuse me."
The doors were closing between them but Thor pulled them back open, unsettling with his situation. "We must speak now!" Thor insisted, holding the doors open with his both hands, standing big in the doorway of the elevator.
He took note that his brash gesture made the red-haired female agent uneasy which he found hard to believe since a few days ago she had been ready to put a bullet in his head. "Natasha," he gave her a small nod of head as a greeting and she returned it with a small reluctant smile.
"You strayed off from the fancy-dress party, bub?" Logan asked frowning, staring at the big blond Asgardian. Big boys like that didn't scare him.
That question and the cheesed off tone of Logan's voice made Emma smirk, but she didn't dare to say a word. Her voice was her own even her appearance wasn't, and by talking with Thor could have blown her cover.
Thor glanced quickly at his outfit. "This is my own clothing," he said slightly offended by the comment of the strange man with mighty sideburns. Then he returned back to the subject. "Director Fury refuses to listen to reason about the Tesseract..."
The fake Coulson pulled a serious face, taking a step closer to Thor and glancing around him suspiciously, to the left and to right at the people further away. "I'm afraid you're right, my friend. It seems possessing the Tesseract has driven Fury beyond reason. He wishes to harness its powers against you and your kind and against everyone who dares to question his authority," Loki told in a silent voice, placing his hand on Thor's shoulder, subtly escorting him away from the lift's doorway.
Thor got more serious too. "Why would he want to do that?"
"It is not just that. I fear the Tesseract isn't the only thing he had kept hidden from you. I just found out that he hasn't been completely honest with you about Jane Foster."
Thor looked even more worried. "What about Jane? You promised me she would be safe."
The fake Coulson hushed him down. "I know. I know, my friend. And I will do all I can to help. But it's not safe to speak here. There's something I have to check up first, so please, wait me here. I will return shortly to pick you up. Trust no one!" he said nearly whispering as he stepped back into the lift backwards. The elevator's doors were closing again when he added: "And Thor, if I'm not back in 20 minutes you might have to take things into your own hands."
"No, wait!" Thor yelped but the cold steel doors were already closed and he lifted his hands against them, the doubt filling his mind if this S.H.I.E.L.D would to be trusted at all. He hadn't have time to think about Jane enough, and he had been in full trust that she would be alright as Coulson had earlier promised to him. But now he wasn't sure anymore.
Thor turned around and glanced at the clock high on the wall. Twenty minutes! If Coulson wasn't back in twenty minutes he would return to Fury's office and beat the whereabouts of Jane out of him and the location of the Tesseract as well. What about Coulson? Was the agent in some soft of trouble too?
Tony Stark reached by Thor's side in front of the elevator, taking a sip from his soda can and revealing a big, dreamy smile. "So," he begun, stretching the word in a soft voice, "when we're done here, I was thinking you could come into my place. We'll open a bottle of good wine, soak in a bubble bath together and I could rub your feet. What do you say?"
Thor lifted his worry-filled gaze at the man, his expression slowly turning into a puzzled, greatly disagreeable frown after that morally offensive question. "I would say I have to decline… but thank you for asking," he formed his answer as politely as he could.
Tony gave him a gaping, curious glower, rubbing his chin. "Um… what are you wearing under your little dress today?"
Bemused the god of thunder took a step back. "That is really none of your concern!"
Tony snorted, amused, combing his fingers through his hair. "Pepper, I have to call you again later. There is one big blond next to me who wants to interrupt our evening plans," he said and picked up his phone from his pocket, the hands free earpiece of it in his ear. "Alright. I love you too. Buy."
"You weren't talking to me?" Thor asked cautiously.
"Nope! Sorry. But I'm a bit offended by your refusal. That have only happened to me once before," Tony grinned.
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Down in the big parking house Coulson's black Acura purred softly when Emma started the engine, swinging jazz music beginning to play from the car's stereo. The music made her smile a bit confused, being sorry that they had left the real Coulson locked up inside Loki's cell.
She took a moment to figure out the automatic gear selector and other controls of the vehicle. She had never driven a car that expensive before. It must have been a nice employee benefit or then the S.H.I.E.L.D agents made a decent salary. Maybe she should have taken the job Coulson had offered her.
Emma and Loki were finally alone in the car after all the hassle they've gone through. Logan had gone getting his own not so luxury campervan and was about to take the lead, and they were to follow, keeping up the appearance of the agents to get out without anymore questioning.
Satisfied Emma beamed at Loki who sat next to her in the front seat. "Buckle up, Stud-muffin!" she said smoothly with a cool smile, "I promise this will go a lot faster than the SnowCat."
"Hm, you do know I enjoy speed, my Valkyrie." Loki looked at her with a sideways glance, his grin broadening by that name of an endearment she had called him with. It was probably the most stupid thing he had ever heard but said by her it sounded the sweetest pet name he had ever gotten.
He had grown so fond of her true essence that it didn't matter what form she was in even he admitted that her red-head form wasn't bad either. "So, no regrets?" he asked and placed his hand over hers on the shifter.
"No regrets, no matter what happens next."
Loki leaned closer to her just wanting to be near her. "How about a kiss then?" he asked gently, touching her cheek with the back of his fingers.
Emma nearly shied away from his touch. "Sorry. Not with that face," she faltered, finding the thought of kissing him while he looked like Coulson too damn creepy.
"Why not just close your eyes? You know it's me," he entreated with his own honey voice.
Hearing Loki's own voice made her melt inside. "Oh, you're taking the role-playing to a whole new level," Emma whispered, closing her eyes, feeling his lips on hers, feeling him kissing her the same sweet way he always did.
It was their first kiss in freedom and it tastes sweet. But when she opened her eyes, meeting with his gaze, she jerked her head back, not finding his beautiful green eyes but instead the agent's face too close to hers.
"Yikes! This is so wrong! Let's not do that again," she grimaced and put on the reverse and just then noticed two male agents who were staring at them from the car parked next to theirs. "Oh great!" she murmured feeling ill at ease staring back at them as the men got out from their vehicle.
"Just act casual," Loki advised with a smile and waved his hand at them.
The agents had just witnessed Coulson and Romanoff kissing and they waved back slightly stupefied and left, probably thinking that Phil Coulson had to be the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole agency.
"Agent Romanoff, you'll thank me later," Emma smirked, only imagining what kind of rumours their kiss would bring among the agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D.
She waited a moment until the men were out of their sight and put the car in motion, backing up from the parking spot.
The car rocked suddenly and stopped moving like it would have crashed into a wall, and Emma noticed a front of a big, black SUV they had banged their bumper against. It had come out of nowhere right behind them.
"Shit!" she cursed giving Loki a quick worried glance. "This is just what we needed!"
"Everything is fine. Let me handle this," Loki said, unbuckling his seatbelts and opening the door. He stepped out of the car and so did Emma.
The driver of the SUV and his friends, all three of them, didn't look too friendly as they approached the fake Coulson and fake Natasha. They were all big brutes having a look of badass soldiers and they wore matching black outfits like some light version of a commando group on a vacation. The guys from the STRIKE team!
"Oh, man! Sorry about that. That was all my fault. I didn't see you coming there," the driver said in an apologetic voice checking the crushed side of his SUV. "Are you two alright?"
For some reason he didn't look too sorry though. His expensive car had taken a damage that would take more than just some paintjob to fix it. And Emma knew that technically it had been more of her fault.
"No harm done. And I am terribly sorry. This was the first and the last time I let my associate drive my car," Loki said giving a perfect imitation of Coulson's manners to the men.
"It's OK. That's why the insurances are for," the black-haired driver said carelessly moving closer to Loki while one of the men stepped on the other side of the car in front of Emma. "Agent Coulson, right?"
Loki could sense that something was very wrong even the situation was entirely new to him and he shot a short glance at Emma. He hadn't ever had to deal with a car insurances policy in Asgard. They simply didn't have any. "Yes, I am."
"Well, let's get the paperwork out of the way then," the man said and his quiet companion gave him a file and a pen which he handed out to the fake Coulson. "Just sign on the bottom rows and we're done here."
Emma knew something wasn't right here or then crashing cars was everyday life for these people. The tough guys looked unfriendly while keeping an eye on her and Loki. They looked some how being on the edge and just as if waiting.
They knew! she realized, horrid. But why hadn't they come there with their full combat gears? Why only a few guys?
And just as if her questions had been answered another big car, a black van, circled slowly next to the SUV and four more guys with similar outfits got out and moved in, checking what was going on there.
"Everything alright here?" one of the new fellows asked from the driver of the SUV.
Emma didn't like getting any more crowd. The whole thing felt too much like a set-up.
The leading man nodded rubbing his stubbled chin. "Yeah, just a little dent on the side. You know, female drivers, right?" The men let out a small, uneasy laugh glancing at Emma. "Sorry, no offence, agent Romanoff. I know you can drive better than most of my men. "
Emma could only shrug even she would have loved to share her thoughts about his sexist comment. But now was not the time to stand up for a sister!
Loki remained perfectly calm and flipped the file open, glancing at the odd papers. "An authorization agreement? What is this?"
"Just sign the paper, sir!" the driver said in a colder tone. "With that authorization you'll hand over the custody of Emma Morgan to us. The STRIKE will deal with her for now on. We'll relocate her as director Fury ordered and you'll be one problem shorter."
Emma felt her heart jumping up into her throat. Those men actually looked very much the same as the guarding soldier she had killed in the Helicarrier, that Hydra bastard. They had that same cold confident and the stench of trouble.
Were they all of the Hydra? Had agent Coulson really been trying to protect her from them or had he been thinking of selling her out?
Loki lifted his gaze from the papers at the men and threw the file on the ground at the drivers feet (as the real Coulson might have done). "No, I'm afraid that is not possible," he said firmly. "Ms. Morgan has been already relocated. If you don't mind now, we need to go."
A mild annoyance flared on the driver's face. "Where is she, agent Coulson?"
Loki gave Emma an encouraging glance as though telling that everything was alright. "Safe. Why are you so interested of her? You are not the Hydra, are you?"
The man glanced at his fellows and answered that with a dry smile. "Sir… I was kind of hoping you wouldn't stick you nose into the matters that doesn't belong to you. We hate to clean up the mess!" he said with a grimace and pulled out his pistol, and so did the rest of the STRIKE guys, all aiming at the fake agents. "It's nothing personal, sir. We'll find the little bitch no matter where you've hidden her. Oh, and we'll be taking the Asgardian too. Secretary Price would like to cut that freak open and see does he have a heart."
Emma threw her hands up in a fright, staring at the armed men, four pistols pointing at her and the other four at Loki. She knew they had come for her and Loki, the Hydra's people, unaware that they were actually looking at them. With that realization came the rage surging over her, the freezing wave going through her forearms preparing her for a fight.
And before she or the fake Coulson had made another move, the men shot at them into the head and chest. Professional kills without a single bit of remorse or hesitation. Their bodies collapsed on the ground, the car separating them from each other. And all of it had happened in a heartbeat.
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Logan was sitting in his old campervan, pondering what the hell he was doing. He had only just met his daughter. He didn't know her well enough yet and already he was helping her to escape from some government's agency with that fucking alien boyfriend of hers.
His life had been nice and quiet, and he feared that those cosy days were soon over, the S.H.I.E.L.D. coming now after him and his kid. But one thing was sure, he wouldn't let them catch her again.
He was about to start the engine when he saw a black SUV speeding like crazy and then came the sound of shrieking breaks and a soft, kind of metallic impact sound.
A fucking idiot! That was his first reaction as he gazed through the dirty side window towards the sounds. The big, black van passed him driving much slower into the same direction.
There were fifteen cars between his camper and Coulson's car and he didn't have a clear vision what was going on but then he got a bad feeling. They couldn't simply have so bad luck that the SUV had crashed with Emma's vehicle, right?
"Oh fuck!" Logan groaned, recalling that the 'Murphy's law' existed in this world. Their escape had been almost too easy on so far.
Swiftly he jumped out from his vehicle and notice the SUV parked right in front of the agent Coulson's Acura, actually bumped into its rear, the black van next to it.
At first Logan walked calmly towards them, thinking annoyed what the hell was it now. Then he saw the eight brute-looking fellows lurking around the car with their weapons and his pace grew faster, and to his dismay the men fired their pistols, shooting at Emma and Loki in their disguises.
The slightly muffled shots of the multiple firearms made him stop in his tracks, not in fear but in pure shock, seeing two people being executed before his eyes. It was not that he hadn't seen people killed before, he had done a quite lot killing by himself.
But that was his daughter in there!
"Threw the bodies into the van!" the driver ordered to his fellow men hastily, checking time from his wristwatch. "The surveillance cams are off only for ten more minutes!"
Those words said by one of the men and the quickly aroused thought of loosing his newly found daughter made Logan go berserk and he ran at the men without a second thought, pulling out his claws like a fierce beast.
When the brutes were about to grab Coulson's and Natasha's bodies up from the ground, the both dead bodies vanished with a golden flow before they eyes, leaving the men utterly confused, realizing they had fucked up something severely here.
And then the first of the men saw Logan in a split of second before the adamantium claws stabbed through his chest with a force that alone could have killed him.
The fight was on!
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Emma felt a safe arm around her as she was pushed against a width concrete pillar, Loki's body leaning protectively against hers and his palm over her mouth to keep her quiet. All she knew, she had felt him taking a hold of her, spinning her around really fast and then she had heard the gun firing and seeing herself (in Natasha's form) being killed by the head shot. And now they were momentarily safe, only 20 feet away from their hunters.
His illusions were becoming more and more vivid and impressive every time he cast them.
Loki looked down at her with a small smile holding her gently. He was having his own appearance again. "You are safe. Are you hurt?" he asked whispering and taking his hand slowly away from her mouth.
"I'm fine," she whispered back at him, staring up into his eyes, her arms around him. "Thanks," she sighed more than grateful then noticing the pain in her hands and seeing her own icy claws peeking from behind his shoulders. "Forget what I said about the killing. Those creeps are from the Hydra and they have a serious death wish."
She realized that they would have killed Coulson in cold blood for standing up for her and they would have captured her and Loki for God knows what.
Loki knew exactly what to do with them. "Stay here! Let me deal with them," Loki told her his hands on her shoulders.
"No!" Emma whispered to him hastily. "We'll do it together and damn right won't show any mercy."
"Oh, that is so unlike you. I love it," Loki said in a quiet, appreciating tone and kissed her. She tasted wild and sweet like that untamed side of hers, like freedom, and freedom had never tasted that good before.
Loki gave one valuating look at her claws, taking a gentle hold of her hand and letting his other hand slide down on her waist. He didn't have weapons of his own anymore (since Thor had taken them all away from him) but she seemed to have some for both of them. "May I have that dance now?" he asked in an inviting voice.
Emma grinned like a little devil, pressing her body against his. "You lead and I'll follow."
"Set the beast loose, my love. And don't worry, I am with you now."
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When Logan jumped at the first unaware evil prick with a roar, sinking his claws into the man's chest, the rest of them started firing at him. Logan took a few shots but the pain was only fuel to his rage as he kept coming on hard and slashed the second one dead, the blood gushing from the deep cuts in the man's chest and throat.
And the time Logan took down his third guy, Loki and Emma emerged behind the driver, the leading guy, who never saw it coming, Loki guiding Emma, her glimmering claws piercing the man's back. The man groaned in pain when she pulled her icy spikes off him and not so gently kind of way, getting the scent of his blood.
It was extreme self-defence; kill or get killed!
"You were looking for me, you fucking prick? Well, you found me!" she hissed at him fiercely as he turned around to face her with difficulty, Loki stripping him from his weapons.
She didn't want to kill him and she had no desire staying for a chat. The sounds of the battle echoing in the large parking hall was keeping her on the edge; the men's grunting and gun firing while Logan fought with the rest of them in an unstoppable rage.
The driver watched at her as if in a quick recognition gasping. "Morrison?" he rasped out with a pained, twisted smile-alike, like he'd have known her a way better than she knew him. "The Hydra will find you… you bitch! And Coulson… or the SHIELD can't protect you…"
Anger flashed in her eyes. She hated the man. She hated that former name of hers that brought too much unwanted memories and stripped the clarity of her mind for a moment. And she shoved her claws into the man's chest.
"Fuck the Hydra!" she roared like a mad, breaking off her icy claws inside of the bastard while twisting her fist away from him.
Loki slammed the man unmercifully up against the wall with a crushing force, his limp body then dropping on the ground in front of Coulson's car.
Emma watched her hand and the revealed small bony claws that had been hiding under the thick ice layer. New claws of ice grew from the stubs between her knuckles, replacing the cut off ones and covering the bone again completely. She gasped utterly confused, and Loki shared her wonder, since that looked exactly how the Frost Giants summoned their icy blades.
She had not time to think. And she had no time for remorse even a part of her hated it what she was doing to another human beings.
With an encouraging smile Loki offered his hand to her again while sending an energy blast towards an approaching bad guy. And sparing only one more glance at the fallen leader, she leaned in to Loki and they continued their deadly dance, vanishing and dodging the random shots, and reappearing when taking the men down one by one.
The rest of the STRIKE guys never knew what they had up against, the battle being diverted into two directions. All of it happening too fast around them.
To Loki the battle was like a game of chess, him valuating his opponents and their every move. But Emma fought with her primal instincts, letting loose her darker side, knowing that Loki was there with her taming the beast if she couldn't. And Loki sheltered her with every step, showing her a whole new way to fight, for the first time ever taking pleasure of this violent game, the art of killing, taking down their mutual enemies together.
The last one of the STRIKE guys still standing was big, as tall as Loki, and Logan showed no mercy when he plunged his blades into the big brute, finishing his job in more brutal and straight forward manner until the Hydra henchman were all down, and he stopped when he saw Emma and Loki before him, both unharmed.
He had noticed them fighting as one and he was starting to appreciate Loki's way of protecting her. To his surprise she was spotless. Not a single bullet or a hand had touched her even she had faced the armed bastards with her bare hands, with some extra claws though. And he guessed that she being alive was much thanks to the alien boy.
Logan was slightly out of breath, staring at them two, a great relief filling his eye. He pulled his claws back in while taking a step closer and Emma followed his example retracting hers. "You're alive!" he observed with a rueful smile in a grateful tone.
"Yeah," Emma breathed out, looking at him and his several bullet holes in his clothes nearly horrid. "Logan, are you alright?"
"I'm alright, kid. You?"
She glanced at Loki by her side who was still holding his arm around her. They were both fine. "Never been better!" she said with an unbelieving smile. She was still high with adrenaline but the remorse of the killing was stalking her.
Loki felt a bit disappointed that the fun had been so short-lived thanks to Logan showing up. And he was slightly intimidated by Logan's huge steel claws. Logan hadn't been making jests about his claws! Damn, Emma was her father's daughter! And yet she was so much more than that.
"I am sure there will be more of them. So, unless you don't want a rematch here, I am suggesting that we should leave. Now!" Loki said, a strong ordering tone in his voice, stepping in front of the SUV that was blocking their way.
"Okay! We could take their car…" Emma begun hastily but silenced, watching as Loki took a good grip from the bumper of the SUV and shoved the vehicle four car lengths backwards with his strength and a little help of a spell.
"Wow!" she gasped in awe, her hormones taking the best of her while watching him. He was so strong! Her god of mischief was such a sexy badass that she could only grin like an idiot.
"Humph! You're overdoing it, Fancy-pants!" Logan scoffed but smile with a mild approval. "But I guess you're not completely rotten."
Loki furrowed his brows with a questioning smirk. "Now was that a compliment?"
"I don't do compliments. So, back to the original plan, kids! We'll get the hell out of here and fast!" Logan grunted.
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Thor had told Tony that agent Coulson had asked them to wait and Tony took a seat on a bench, taking an opportunity to check his emails from his phone. Thor had been pacing nervously back and forth only a couple of minutes when he saw that Natasha Romanoff had returned. She stood in front of the elevators waiting for a lift. He took note that she was wearing different clothes; a light brown leather jacket, white shirt under it and blue jeans.
She gave Thor a questioning look when the god of thunder approached her with haste. "What's up?" she asked.
"Where is son of Coul?" Thor asked worry in his voice as he realized she had came back alone.
Natasha shrugged carelessly guessing he was talking about agent Coulson. "How should I know? I haven't seen him today. I was seeing my friend who's…"
"But did you not just…?"
"What?" Natasha asked, and took note that two male agents were staring at her with oddly friendly smiles (like they would have seen her naked in the bath) while they walked pass her.
"Um… nothing," Thor murmured, thinking quickly. He stared at the small red-head, frowning in a doubt, hunching down at her. "What was the first thing I said to you when we met on that hill?"
Natasha glanced at him with that 'what the hell?' expression. "As I recall, you told me to leave it to you to find your brother before I pulled my gun at you. Now that you mentioned it, you were really condescending towards me. Why you ask?"
"Just checking," Thor thought aloud as he was beginning to understand what was going on. "Sorry about that, though… being condescending and all towards you…" he uttered ungainly as he was already hastening through the hall, dodging other people on his way towards the main doors.
He lifted his hand up, summoning his hammer that he had been forced to left in the security check point.
Mjölnir rushed towards him, smashing through a wall, people screaming while dodging it, making the guards alarmed. Luckily the hammer flew high above their heads before it reached into his grip, meeting him on the half way out.
"Sorry!" Thor shouted to the alarmed folk with an apologetically grimace as he kept running out from the main doors jumping over the security gates.
Tony watched him go and went to Natasha. "Wow, what did you tell him? Free mead for the first 10 customers in the Central's bars?"
"Nothing special. What's with all of you today?" Natasha pondered and saw when the two male agents were talking to one of their colleagues further away and they all glancing at her direction with surprised grins.
"He's grumpy because Fury refused to give him that Tesseract, whatever it is. So, where did you leave agent Coulson?"
Natasha was getting annoyed of the weird atmosphere around her and she glowered at Tony under her curved brows. "I haven't seen Phil Coulson today. Okay? Why you two keep thinking that I would spend my spare time with him? He's my boss. Nothing more!"
Tony's grin diminished when he too got the picture. "Then who was it that went with Phil just a moment ago to the parking looking just like you?"
Natasha gasped, rolling her eyes, taken aback.
"Loki?" they both realized in unison.
"No way!" she huffed and stopped the first guard that came by, flashing him her IDs. "Hey! I'm agent Romanoff. This is an emergency. Code 13. Tell the security not to let agent Coulson leave this building! Or anyone who's looking like me."
"Damn it!" Tony grunted and contacted his A.I. friend. "Time to suit up again, Jarvis! Send me the Mark 6 prototype!"
