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A/N: So, last night I updating this story - and re-reading it this morning I realized something rather bad... I had uploaded the wrong draft. Although there isn't much difference between the two, this one is more detailed in what happens to Lizzie at the end. Hopefully it is better - and I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Tony couldn't handle it. He simply couldn't. He had watched the video five times now, and still he found it hysterical. Now he worked in his shop, his mind still wandering to the video... what was it he said again? Tony reached over to his pad, skipping the video to the specific location he wanted... there it was. Oh yes, this was good. Loki was on the screen, young Andrew sitting on his lap as he read a story which would forever be in Tony's memory: Captain Underpants.

"That's what you did!" video Andrew shouted loudly in Loki's ear as he read.

"I most certainly did not. I would never do such a thing." Loki replied, obviously wincing as the child had yelled about four inches away from his head. "My plan was more thought through than..."

"Zorx, Klax, and Jennifer." Andrew supplied. "But still, you failed."

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious." video Loki replied. "Why am I reading this again?"

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Because you needed some cheering up after you came back from the kitchen." he answered simply, turning so as to see Loki better. "Why, don't you like Captain Underpants?"

Tony chuckled, quoting along."No, of course I love reading-"

"-about aliens from outer space which unrealistically try to take over the world, and subsequently lose due to a hero who is as idiotic as Fandral-"

"-as large as Volstagg-"

"-with events which only could happen to someone like Stark-"

"-well, perhaps when he's as drunk as Tyr-"

"-who wins the battle like Thor would against a group of bilgesnipes. The odds were only in his favor because the idiotic writer decided that someone like that could actually do something like this on his own." Loki finished his rant, while Tony laughed.

"So..." Andrew trailed off. "Just like when you took over New York!"

Loki rolled his eyes with a large sigh and Tony laughed loudly as his workshop door opened. "Hey, look who it is!" he shouted. "How are you my supposed daughter?"

Darcy rolled her eyes, but there was a large smile on her face. "Look,unless you were out and about, spreading your wild oats when you were in your early teens, I doubt you are my father."she said. "Anyways, I'm here for a little help."

"Oh?" Tony asked. "And how is it that I can help?" He froze, looking over at the door, and then again at Darcy. "Wait... how did you get in here without Jarvis informing me?"

Darcy smirked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "You can thank a friend of mine, who equipped me with this little doohicky which can disable certain kinds of electronics."

Tony looked it over, his brows scrunching. "Who is it? I've never seen that make."

"Eh, he might be your kid." she said, "He's, like, ten and a genius. Name's Harley."

"Harley?" Tony repeated, a slight chuckle coming out of him. "Alright, I'm not jealous now."

Darcy shook her head. "Know him?"

"Yeah, I do." he answered. "So why did you come here, under pain of possible dismemberment if I thought you were an enemy – or death, if you weren't careful – to see me?"

She looked around the room, her eyes zoning in on a suit which was nearby – a smaller suit. "Who's this for?" she asked.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Don't touch that! Its a present for... someone."

"Pepper?" she guessed.

"Maybe." Tony replied. "So you gonna answer me? By the way, you owe me two hundred for the alcohol you've consumed. That stuff is from overseas."

"Is that why it tastes so good?" she asked. "That makes sense. Though I can't pay you right now, due to the fact that I don't make two hundred dollars for... well, anything yet. I'm still in college, Stark, college doesn't pay you to go there."

Tony rolled his eyes, taking a look at the image of his suit. "Well, did you get my proposal?" he asked.

Darcy's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping open. "Stark – look man, its not that I think you're attractive, but I'm not the kind of girl that goes after another girl's – who I happen to respect – man. Sorry that's not-"

"You know that's not what I meant, Lewis, you're just being cute. Which you pull off quite nicely, by the way." Tony replied, earning a pout from Darcy.

"Fine. You're no fun. That's not why I'm here anyway." she replied.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Finally! The maze has made its way to the finish line! Why are you here?"

"I want your help on something... or rather... someone." she replied with a smirk. "Or rather, someones."

"Who?" Tony asked.

"Loki and Lizzie." she answered simply.

Tony smirked. "What about Vitalli and Prongs?" he asked, a holographic image of the new suit coming up for him to make changes. He used his fingers on the image to 'toss' it into the holographic wastebin, sticking his arm inside the image itself to test out its size.

She came a little closer, leaning against the table. "Surely you've noticed." she said, her eyebrow raised in mischief which would be more fitting for Loki than Darcy. "There is something going on between them, but they're both being far too thick-headed to get past their angsty problems. It's like watching the X-Files! You know that Scully and Mulder like each other, and its just like 'Get together already!' – you know what I'm saying?"

"Mhmm..." Tony replied. "Though I didn't really watch the X-Files when I was younger, I was more into MacGuyver and stuff. Anyway, what makes you think that you can get those two together?"

Darcy rolled her eyes. "Hello!" she replied. "You can feel the tension any time they're in a room together!"

Tony chuckled, "I see," he said. "So you want help getting them together. You're asking the wrong person."

"Am I?" she asked. "Cause I heard you were some kind of genius... I must have been misinformed."

Tony's brows furrowed in irritation at the slight. "Even if I could help you, what kind of advantage would it be?"

Darcy smiled, leaning over the table as she laid out her plan.

"What are you doing, Elizabeth?" Loki asked the petite mutant who was balanced precariously on the edge of the bathtub as she tried to place the removable showerhead back to its place.

She let out an undignified squeak, dropping the showerhead onto the tub's bottom, small bead-like objects falling out of the shower head and scattering as she suddenly flailed, her balance becoming nonexistent. He came up behind her, steadying her just as she started to fall in, causing her to fall back against him. Her head came up, nearly popping him in the jaw with its speed.

"Loki!" she whined. "You shouldn't do that! It took me ten minutes to get those in there, and now you've made them scatter."

His eyebrow rose as she pouted, looking down at the scattered objects. "What are those things? And why are you putting them in the showerhead?"

She looked back up at him, a mischievous look in her eyes. "For mischief of course." she answered, suddenly laughing at her own statement. Loki didn't understand the humor, but just watched as she lost her mind in his arms. "Mischief" she repeated, more to herself than anything else. "I'm in the freaking god of mischief's arms and I say 'mischief'? Ooh, the irony." He let her go, waiting for her to calm down enough to actually say something of consequence – but she did not, opting instead to bend down to get the objects which fell out of the showerhead.

"Are you ever going to answer me?" Loki asked. She looked up at him.

"Sure." she replied. "I'm playing a prank on the god of fire in the other room."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "For your knowledge, I am the god of fire." he said. "So you had better not be playing this on me or else-"

"Not you, iceman." she replied. "Johnny Storm."

"How is he any kind of so-called god of anything?" Loki asked, picking up a small box of Tic-Tacs that held a few of the things which Lizzie had dropped. "He can't even claim being a supreme being over snark and pride as Fandral the Dashing has it in spades."

Lizzie smirked, placing the Tic-Tacs back into the showerhead. "Fine, oh god of taking everything personally, I'm getting my sweet revenge for Johnny burning me last week." she answered, trying to get the showerhead to screw back on.

That piqued Loki's interest, and with a sigh, he took the object from Lizzie's hand and swiftly reconnected the two pieces together. "It is rather childish, if you ask me." he said, handing it back to her. "It is something I would expect of an amateur prankster, not one who boasts such as yourself."

She laughed lightly, hanging the showerhead back where it belonged. "Well, sorry for not being a thousand years old." she said, turning back to him and wiping her hands on her jeans. "So I do not have your... extensive knowledge of the subject."

"Either way, you are immature." he replied. "He harmed you, this particular trick won't be enough to get your revenge."

"Perhaps I just want to mess with him, Loki, not get revenge." she said, standing directly in front of him. "By the way, how did you enjoy your time with Andrew earlier?"

Loki looked down at her, "It was tedious. He asks too many questions and interrupts at every turn." he said, although inwardly he had enjoyed himself. Not that he would admit it of course, as he could not allow himself to.

"Well, perhaps you ought to just try to talk to him with a little less condescending?" she offered. "He is a five year old after all. I doubt you knew as much as you do now at five."

Loki scoffed. "Asgardians and Midgardians are different in how they mature." he answered, wondering at her friendly tone with him. He reached his hand up, fingertips brushing her chin-length grown-out bangs out of her eyes and back behind her ear; he watched as she shivered at the contact, her brown eyes looking up at him in a strange sense of wonderment and surprise. "Just look at yourself." he whispered. "You're twenty-one and you're acting like you're a child with your antics."

She chuckled. "So says the thousand year old god of mischief." she said just as softly, "You ought to heed your own advice."

He raised an eyebrow, going to take his hand back when she stopped it, much like he stopped hers a few days previous. "Why did you turn blue?" she asked quietly, studying his hand intently. "Is it because of your Jotun heritage?"

He stiffened, snatching his hand from hers. "What does it matter to you?" he snapped, going to walk out when she stood in front of him.

"I'm just curious, Loki." she said. "I didn't mean to piss you off."

He seethed. How could she do that? How could she dare to ask about him when she was so secretive herself? "Well perhaps you should check your words in the future." he said.

"Loki, I said I was sorry." Lizzie snapped back. "There's no need to get upset when I was just curious."

"Why don't you just ask what you wanted to?" he asked hotly. "Why didn't you just ask what kind of monster I was?"

Lizzie's brows furrowed in confusion. "I never thought you were a monster." she said quietly, "I wouldn't – except when you were killing people."

Loki's hands moved of their own accord, coming up to her shoulders and taking them harshly. "Never ask-"
"Lizzie!" Jane's voice called from down the hall, causing Loki to let her go like a hotcake, turning around to wash his hands – as if that were the reason he was in the bathroom at all.

"Yeah?" Lizzie called back, her voice coming out as a squeak. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Yeah!"

Jane's head popped into the doorway a moment later, a large grin on her face. "Oh, hi Loki." she greeted brightly, he just grunted in reply. Lizzie rolled her eyes at his behavior, turning toward Jane who now looked disappointed.

"What's up?" Lizzie asked, practically feeling Loki scowl at her.

Jane blinked for a moment before clearing her thoughts and allowing her smile to come back onto her face. "We're going out for a girls night," Jane said, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Pepper, you, Darcy, and me. Apparently Darcy thinks that you and I need to relax more and-"

"That's not what I said!" Darcy's voice echoed from down the hall, and suddenly her body was in the doorway as well, an annoyed look on her face. "I said," she began, pausing as she saw Loki standing menacingly behind Lizzie. She smirked, wondering just what was happening before Jane had interrupted them. She cleared her throat. "I said that because you didn't really get drunk on your birthday, that you had been cheated. Being so, I felt that you needed a proper twenty-first, hangover included."

Lizzie chuckled. "Girls night." she said, looking down at her clothes. "I take it that this is not somewhere casual, where jeans and a t-shirt suffice?"
Darcy smiled, shaking her head. "Uh-huh. This is a mini-dress, high-heels, makeup-ed night." she said, taking a glimpse at Loki – who was glaring at her. "So lets get to work, we don't have all night!" she exclaimed, grabbing Lizzie's hand to drag her out of the bathroom. Loki growled under his breath, but Darcy just smirked. "Don't worry, Lover-boy, Johnny is coming with us, at a distance. She'll be safe."

Loki narrowed his green eyes at the busty-brunette, "Doubtful. Storm couldn't keep himself protected, he's too busy centered on himself." he spat, storming out of the bathroom and heading for his room. He could hear Darcy laughing quite loudly as he walked away, Lizzie protesting something before he slammed his door closed.

He had no idea what made him angrier – the fact that Lizzie going out to a Midgardian 'club' dressed in nil, or the fact that Johnny Storm had been issued as 'protector'.

Natasha was getting a little irritated. She had been looking for Clint for an hour, and had yet to find him. She had checked everywhere, from the workout room to the roof, but after all this time she was beginning to wonder where he'd gone – she had even asked Jarvis about his whereabouts, but the AI had said that Clint had just 'disappeared' from the security footage after going out on the patio. So once more she headed in that direction, wondering just what had made him suddenly take off.

"Clint?" she called out as she went out on the patio, her eyes scanning the area for him.

"Up here." his voice echoed, and she looked up to see Clint somehow perched on the 'A' which once was apart of 'STARK' before Loki's little invasion – Tony just thought it was ironic, and had left it that way, renaming it 'Avengers Tower'. "What do you need, Nat?"
She placed her hands on her hips, a scowl forming on her face. "What is up with you?" she asked him. "You've been acting weird all day."

Clint hung his head, "Its nothing." he replied. "Don't worry about it."

"Is this about Loki?" Natasha asked, beginning to hate his predisposition to high places – it made talking to him rather difficult.

"No." Clint replied, his voice completely unconvincing. "Yes." he said after another moment, "Did you hear what Lizzie is doing?"

Natasha sighed. "About her sudden truce with Loki?" she offered. "Is that what this is about?"

"What makes her think that he wants to be sudden friends with her?" Clint asked rhetorically. "Doesn't she realize that he's no good?"

"Clint, I'm not craning my neck just so you can act like a six-year-old and go pout." Natasha said. "So come down here." she walked over to one of the chairs, taking a seat. A few minutes later, Clint was settling himself in the opposite chair. "I should have watched you come down," Natasha commented. "I would like to know how you got up there."

Clint smriked, "A tradesman never shares his secrets." he said.

"Give Lizzie some credit, Clint." Natasha said. "She's smarter than I think even Loki takes her for."

"She's young, Tasha." Clint replied. "Young and stupid – he's manipulating her, I know it. But she won't listen to me."

Natasha sighed. "Lizzie isn't like us, Clint. She's more willing to forgive." she said, ignoring the slight jealousy she felt at Clint's attentions to the younger woman. "Though, if anything you shouldn't be upset with her-"

"I'm not upset with Lizzie," Clint interrupted. "she's just naïve. I blame Loki, he's the one who has something cooking in his brain – and the one who has plans for Lizzie."

"Maybe she saw something in him that you don't." Natasha offered. "She's a smart girl-"

"Brilliant." Clint praised. "She has had a sheltered life – I've met her grandmother, she lived relatively isolated. She doesn't know what kind of guy Loki is. She's never met his caliber."

"Clint..." Natasha trailed off. "Lizzie seems capable of knowing what's going on. I think she'll be fine. But you can't help her if you're off pretending that no one else exists while you pout."

Clint hung his head. "I suppose I should apologize." he said. "Keep an eye on her... try to keep him from getting to her."

"She's a big girl, Clint, she can take care of herself." Natasha argued. He nodded. "Besides, Logan seems to be protective of her as well..."

The archer chuckled. "Apparently they have a history... " he said.

"What kind of history?" Natasha asked.

"I don't know." Clint replied. "But I think it might be a good time to go inside... you want to spar?"

Natasha nodded, following Clint inside.

Lizzie was feeling a little tipsy... who was she kidding? She was feeling positively out of control of herself. Quite frankly, she didn't revel in it, the feeling which most people liked – or the buzz – making her feel like an idiot. She couldn't think straight, and everything she heard or saw was funny. Add that to the fact that Darcy insisted on her dancing with some guy who had started flirting with her at the bar, she was more than ready to go home.

It wasn't that she wasn't having fun – oh no – she was having a blast watching Darcy act like an idiot while Pepper and Jane tried to be reasonable. Fortunately, Johnny had left her alone, and for that she was grateful, she wasn't sure she would have been able to control her ability if he decided to bug her.

"Lizzie!" Darcy's voice called. "Where are you going?"

Lizzie stopped, turning around. "Out for some fresh air, I'm a little hot." she replied, completely lying. There was no way she could be hot in this outfit, something about being nearly naked – no, it was the guy at the bar... Brian or whatever, who wouldn't leave her alone after the dance. "I'll be right back."

She could feel Logan's eyes on her as she walked out, but she brushed her protective friend off as she headed for the back door. She had noticed him following earlier, but had made no comment – it just made her laugh at how he didn't trust Johnny. She wondered who did... or better yet, who allowed him to go along? She immediately knew the answer. Darcy. She had noticed that the busty brunette liked Johnny, and obviously had taken the opportunity to hit on him, as she could see them together now.

Once she got outside, she took in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of nothing; well, maybe not nothing, as the smell of trash was right next to her. However, she felt better. She sat down, just allowing the colder air to help clear her foggy mind.

The sound of something crashing further down the alleyway caught her attention, and she got up. She wasn't in any situation to fight anyone off, that much she knew, but her curiosity got the better of her... gingerly as she could, she snuck down the alleyway.

"Our master cannot wait much longer, mortal." the creature replied again as Lizzie watched one of his companions change shape, his body being manipulated until he looked human.

"Well you can only work with what we have available." the man replied. "Rome was not built in a day." Those words, his voice – it triggered a memory within Lizzie. She knew that tone, that sarcastic, combative, condescending tone which meant to silence anyone who opposed it.

Eyes wide, and heart racing, she started to slowly back up. She couldn't let him see her, she simply – Crash! She heard the trash can behind her erupt in sound, and she immediately froze. This wasn't good.

"What. Was. That?" she heard the newly formed human mutter – its voice coming out in a strange croak.

"Well, lets find out shall we?" the man replied, his figure coming closer along with someone else.

"A little spy!" she couldn't form words as she was suddenly lifted in the air by her neck. The face attached to the arm which held her making her blood freeze.

It was the face of a monster. The face of a Chitauri.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one." he said as two others came up behind him, the remaining three figures she had seen having the appearance of men.

"Elizabeth?" the man who she had heard from before cutting through her thoughts. She looked over. It was him... she had been right. His blue eyes were still as bright as she remembered, his blond hair tousled just-so which gave an appearance of good-naturedness. But she knew the truth of his evilness.

"Know her?" the Chitauri growled, tossing her through the air and into a wall. She fell with a cry. "Too bad." he finished as she tried to clear her head, the red fog in her mind was beginning to take precedence. She couldn't lose her control...

However, she lost. With a cry, one of the newly formed humanoids fell to the ground, and was unmoving. "Watch it, she has abilities." the man said, "She take you out with a single thought."

"Well then," his Chitauri companion replied. "We can't have that now can we?"

A new kind of fog settled in her mind, covering any thoughts of her own like a blanket. She couldn't think, she couldn't move, she couldn't speak... it was paralyzing her.

She now knew she should probably follow that little voice in her head in the future; she only hoped that someone had noticed she had been gone for a while.

As it was, Logan had noticed her long absence. Taking a look around the bar, he spotted Johnny Storm with two blondes around him – an arm on each. What a protector he was. Logan couldn't believe that he had been chosen; although he knew that it really had more to do with Darcy than anyone else.

"Logan!" Pepper's voice came from a few feet away, and he could see some man trying to get her attention. He once more looked at Storm, shaking his head and moving toward the businesswoman.

"C'mon..." the drunken man tried convincing her. "Just one dance..."

Logan grabbed the man by his shirt, shoving him off roughly and giving him a withering glare. "Get out of here, and don't show your face again." he warned lowly.

The drunk glared back, "Or what?" he challenged. The mutant scowled menacingly, and the man instantly recoiled. "Sorry, man – no harm no foul." he said, stumbling away.

"Thanks." Pepper said, "He wouldn't leave me alone." she shook her red-head, a unsurprised look on her face as Jane stumbled over. "You're looking pretty bad." she said.

Jane grimaced, "I feel bad." she said, "I think I'm about to throw up." as if to prove her point, she turned green and her hand came up to her mouth.

"Yep, you are, come on." Pepper said, taking the scientist's arm and leading her away – in the direction of the bathroom with an apologetic look toward the mutant, who simply nodded and looked for the remaining female. Darcy was chatting with a young man at the bar, one who Logan had seen first hit on Lizzie.

Disgusted with the whole scenario, Logan headed out to find his young friend when a woman came into his path. "Hey there, handsome." the woman said, her lips painted bright red so as to entice. "Where are you off to?" he tried to shove past her, but she wouldn't allow it. "Now, come on, I'm not that bad."

He scoffed, taking in her bleached locks of hair and rather tight outfit. "I've met worse." he said, "But I've met better."

"Would I be one of those better ones, Logan?" another woman's voice cut through the pair, her arm slithering into his. Her long black hair reminded him of Loki, and Logan wondered if this was the woman who Lizzie had talked of. Nell was it? She certainly fit the description, even wearing emerald green which brought out her eyes.

"Of course, Nell." Logan played along, bringing his arm around her waist. If it wasn't who he thought it was, he'd have to get rid of her too – but at least she seemed to be someone who wouldn't be hard to brush off.

Nell smirked, turning to the blonde. "Was there something you wanted, little girl?" she asked in a haughty voice, one which again reminded Logan of Loki.

The blonde raised her hands in surrender and sashayed away – assumingly to catch someone more willing.

The raven haired woman turned to Logan, her green eyes filled with urgency. "Elizabeth is in danger, Logan." she said simply. "The alleyway at the back of the building. The Chitauri have her along with some man. They're going to kill her. Go!"

Logan didn't need to be told twice, and he quickly headed in the direction of the door that Elizabeth had gone out of. He turned only once to see where 'Nell' was – but she was gone. However, that did not deter him as he exited the building, letting the door shut behind him before he allowed his claws to extend. There was no one there –

"LOGAN!" He heard screamed, and immediately knew that what the woman spoke was true. Within seconds he found the source, and quickly threw the creature who was about to break Lizzie's neck off of her. Standing protectively in front of her, he dispatched every one of the creatures who circled him – and some humans who fought in the same manner. Where was that dratted fire-mutant? Didn't he know that you're supposed to watch everyone's backs? Oh, that's right, he was watching two particular backs – or rather, back-ends.

"You fucked with the wrong girl." he spat, stabbing his claws into another Chitauri, throwing its body a good ten feet away before he turned to the last one – the one he had first attacked. It was more skilled than its companions, and proved to be more difficult, but eventually Logan was able to cut its throat, turning to the last individual who was in the alleyway. He stood in front of Lizzie defensively, his eyes burning with anger as he saw the man.

The man smirked. "Well, Logan, we meet again." he chuckled. "I should have known you wouldn't be far away when Elizabeth was out – you always were protective of her. Ever since she saved your life, you've been like some kind of guard-dog...or rather, rabid weasel." he said, smirking. "I always knew I should never have let her into your cell, you were bad for business."

Logan stared at the man incredulously. "You were there?" he said. "You saw her go back didn't you, Alex?"

"Certainly." Alex replied. "And I remember every minute of it - which will make my revenge so much sweeter."

"I should have killed you back then – but now I'll be happy to make up for it." Logan growled, stalking toward the other mutant.

Alex chuckled, "Not this time, Weasel." he said, disappearing into thin air.

Logan yelled in frustration, retracting his claws before he knelt down to the semi-conscious Lizzie.

"Logan..." she whispered. "We need to get back immediately..." she trailed off.

"I know kid, just calm down, we'll get you home." he said, picking her up. "Why didn't your powers work?"

She sighed. "They did, but then they did a mind-thingy... the powers were too unstable then... they went haywire as soon as I tried.. probably due to Alex... he's got some new gifts..." she muttered.

"Its okay, Bella and Maureen will help you out-"

"No, Logan... Stark Tower... then need to know..." she mumbled, slipping into unconsciousness.

Logan looked at the bodies around him, deciding he'd have the human Flamethrower burn the carcasses before he walked out of the alley.

The sound of a commotion in the main room was what caught Loki's attention from the patio. He looked inside the windows, and could see Logan carrying Elizabeth and lying her on the couch. Rolling his eyes, he went indoors, expecting to find out that she had gone unconscious from hard drinking. Stupid mortals, always trying to intoxicate themselves to a point of unconsciousness, as if trying to drink reality away.

What he didn't expect upon seeing her was her hair matted with drying blood, and bruises on her neck. His blood boiled, although he wasn't sure why. Only one kind of creature that he knew of had that arrangement in their hand, with two thumbs and four fingers otherwise... Chitauri. He immediately turned on Johnny.

"You were supposed to protect her!" he growled, his fists coming up to Johnny's jacket, lifting the mutant up in the air by a few inches. "And you let this happen?" Johnny's blue eyes widened, Loki could see the fear within them. He deserved everything he felt, all the fear he needed. How could he have been so irresponsible? This was Lizzie's life that obviously had been in danger, had not Logan decided to follow them all... for once he was grateful for the mutant's knowing Elizabeth.

Clint was right next to Loki, finding himself siding with the bastard for the second time. It was decided, Johnny was not going to be let around Lizzie ever again. "Well?" he echoed Loki's sentiment, his curiosity piqued at why the god was so protective of Lizzie... as this was the second time he had seen him so.

Natasha sidled up next to Clint, knowing full well what he was thinking. He hadn't liked the idea of her going out to start with, whatever made him protective was likely to make him not let her out of his sight again. His newfound obsession with keeping her safe made Natasha slightly upset... while what happened to Lizzie was horrible, the aftermath of what might happen made her feel horrendous.

Johnny, unable to form words, let his flame ability turn on, burning Loki, and forcing him to let him go. "I had no idea she snuck out!" he shouted back. "Had I known, I wouldn't have let her."

Loki's jaw clenched. "You should have known!" he snarled.

"Its not Johnny's fault." Darcy's quiet voice piped up. "I distracted him... I'm sorry, Loki."

Loki turned to the woman, wishing he had his magic... they both would be destroyed. "You dared to allow him to be distracted?" he asked scathingly. "You harebrained, irrational, immature little-"

"Its not her fault, Loki." Pepper chastised. "None of us knew what was going to happen." she immediately moved toward the teary-eyed Darcy, trying to console her. "You could blame Jane, or myself for this as well – after all, we all should have been aware of where everyone else was."

"Its a good thing that Logan decided to tag along, though." Steve suddenly interrupted as Thor reemerged from taking the queasy Jane to lie down. "Or she would have died." Steve finished.

"This is true, Brother." Thor added, turning to Logan. "My most humble thanks, Mutant Logan."

Logan nodded, "I don't need your thanks." he said. "She called them Chitauri. They're using a mutant named Alexander Shaw to get into Midgard."

"What does that mean?" Bruce asked, checking Lizzie's head for the source of blood.

"It means that Thanos is bringing in his army..." Lizzie answered in a whisper, causing everyone to turn to her. "By manipulating their appearance to look human."

"What makes you say that?" Tony asked.

She smirked. "Cause I know Alex Shaw... and I know what he's capable of." she said, slipping into unconsciousness.

So, a little more of Lizzie's story is revealed... sorta. What do you think? Is it good, is it not? Let me know, as I'm a little nervous on that front. :D Reviews are most welcome :D