Chapter 11! Wooooooo! Man, it's so cold up here in Canada. Tons of snow and everything. Ugh...I can't wait for summer. I like the heat much better, lol Imagine how I'd be if I was stuck on Jotunheim! Asgard and Midgard I'm perfectly fine with, yup. Good old fashion heat and four seasons is good enough for me.

Anyways my good friend moonsword17 brought something to my attention about a little glitch in the story matrix lmao. Just so you all know Cap was only mentioned in chapter 2 and was not revived yet. It was was a my bad when I started this story and its been hectic since I started school cause my mind is swimming all over the place so I do apologize for the confusion! But there is mentioning of things that Happen in Fury's big week and during the Blonsky/Hulk incident in New York Loki had fallen off the Bifrost. There was many shit going down during that time but once we reach the revival of Cap I'm going to stretch the time line that way character development between Loki and Irene could take place. And Coulson and Irene need to bond to! So I hope to correct things *bows and grovels* I'M SO SORRY! T~T

Special thanks to my reviewers!

moonsword17: Thank you! And just so you know I've been dying for a Deadpool movie for so long (X-men origins is dead to me...I don't even want it to exist) so you earned yourself a chimichanga *gives you a fresh chimichanga*

Sarah Miler: Awww thank you! I'm so happy you love my story!

But again in this chapter things might not seem to match with Fury's big week! But work with me people! I'm doing my best and I will make sure once this is good and rolling I would take the steps that would lead up to the events of the Avengers.

So enough of my excuses just enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 11: The white cell

White.

Everything was white.

Irene wandered back and forth along the length of her fancy cage. She didn't bother putting on any shoes or slippers S.H.I.E.L.D. provided her, choosing to remain barefoot since she wasn't leaving anytime soon. The cold surface of the floor wasn't too bad once she got used to it. Since the interrogation, as Fury said, a group of Agents had come to bring her to one of the countless holding cells here at headquarters.

At first she was worried, thinking that they were going to stick her in a room equivalent to a medieval dungeon, her imagination running wild. But instead they guided her to a very 'modern' looking room. It had the basic necessities such as a bathroom, a table with two chairs, surprisingly a queen size bed, a dresser, and a full length mirror that was tucked in the corner of the room. But everything was all white, there was no color. It was driving her mad. She wondered if it was a S.H.I.E.L.D. thing. To drive people insane from the lack of color.

With no clock to tell her the time, and no windows to see the sun. She found herself loosing track of how long she'd been there.

Maybe they forgotten you? Her traitorous thoughts suggested.

She did her best not to dwell on those dark feelings that stirred bitterly inside her.

She spent her time sleeping, or eating when an Agent brought her food, fiddling idly with Loki's golden pendant, or producing music with Stradivarius looking sullen.

It was so horrid, that even far from her house and father that she had landed herself from one prison to another unwillingly. Loki had been so certain S.H.I.E.L.D. would grant her the liberation she so desired after the upsetting discovery of her isolation and constant years of suppression from her father. She still ached from the truth. Her father had spoken so harshly, so hatefully, without a single shred of remorse.

"MURDERER!"

Her father's accusations haunted her. More deeply than she thought possible. She wished for the presence of the Asgardian prince, her only confidant she willingly trusted.

But for how long?

Will he find her here? The only thing that had pacified her was the color of gold, her blue sundress, and her favorite blue ribbon in her hair. She went one more lap around the room and finally sighed, feeling a bit disappointed. She sat down in one of the dining chairs and chose to stare at those irritating white walls.

Where did Loki go?

She was a bit frightened that she would never find out at this point. She had also hoped that she would at least see Agent Coulson, any face would be a welcoming sight. She would even invite Directer Fury if she had to. But she was glad to say that she was not that desperate just yet. She found herself yearning for the sun, and the sight of the trees, or the clouds in the sky. To even feel the breeze when it tickled along her pale flesh. She prayed that they were at least taking care of Shepard, she was disappointed when she was told that he would be taken elsewhere and that she wouldn't be removed until Director Fury returned from God knows where. And they haven't even bothered telling her when he would be back.

If she felt alone before, then she was obviously wrong.

She focused hard on her surroundings. Straining to hear anything on the other side of those colorless walls, any signs of human life. Her heart fell when she heard nothing. She clasped her hands in her lap, nibbling at her lower lip viciously as she fought of the urge to cry. She didn't have to worry about anyone witnessing her little display of emotion.

Loki...

She never realized that she had eyes on her constantly.

\oooo/

Phil Coulson stared at the screen intently. Ever watchful of the young woman who was displayed on the screen. Her lithe figure moved along the cell, the blue of her dress was vibrant compared to everything else. Even her wavy reddish-brown locks stood out. She seemed to finally tire herself out and decided to rest. It has been at least two days since they had placed her in that room. The lack of sun, and a clock was eating at her. And he knew it. It was only a matter of time before she could crack. As much as he wanted to go in there and bring her out she had to go through the little 'trial' Fury had come up with.

The information she gave them verified all their suspicions.

Comparing the drawing to the actual mark that his team found matched. And the man with the cape seemed accurate as well from what he barely saw from Thor.

So what she proved was: They had another Asgaredian (or 'alien' as Fury put it) on their hands once more. And they didn't even know where it was.

And now she was paying a price for it…

And this little test Fury had designed was to see if she would snap and let something else slip. Phil had his doubts that she would even know more than the next person about an Alien from outer space. The very notion of not being alone in the Universe was both an unspeakable and exhilarating thing. He could almost hear his uncle screaming about "HA! I told ya there be aliens!" right at him. Of course he would never tell the man, he was loony about it already.

"She's very pretty. Never thought you'd lower yourself to spying on young women." A new voice chimed.

Phil slowly closed his eyes. Damn it…anyone but him….he inwardly pleaded.

He glanced slowly over his shoulder. Any feeling of hope would have been entirely in vain when his eyes landed upon Anthony (Tony) Stark.

Stark was standing there in a cavalier fashion. Snacking on something that looked to be a bag of blueberries of all things. His brown eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses, but Phil knew that he was studying the girl on the screen. And as usual Stark didn't bother fixing his messy hair when he made random appearances here at headquarters. Since he's been made a consultant, he's been a thorn in everyone's side. Mainly to Fury.

Phil flicked off the screen monitor, Irene's serene picture fading as the screen turned black.

"She's of no importance Stark."

The Billionaire shot him a look. "I doubt that."

"It's S.H.I.E.L.D. business."

"Doesn't being 'the consultant' make me a member to?" Stark popped another blueberry into his mouth.

The corner of Phil's lips twitched. "Under abnormal circumstances Stark, but you don't have the clearance."

Tony feigned disappointment and hurt, pouting. "Well doesn't that just hurt my feelings, here I thought I was in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s inner circle of fun." He shuffled over and leaned against the consoles without much care and held out the bag towards Phil. "Blueberry?" he asked.

Phil shook his head.

Tony's eyes narrowed at him before he shrugged mumbling 'suit yourself' under his breath as he finished off the rest of the bag.

"So, tell me the real reason you're here." Phil crossed his arms. Not for one second did think that Tony was there for a 'nice visit' the genius was up to something. Like always.

"I came to see if S.H.I.E.L.D. had any more information on my friend, Rhodes. I'm sure you're familiar with him since he has one of my suits." Stark seemed a bit bitter about what has gone on for the past few months. Phil had heard that lieutenant-colonel Rhodes, thanks to small snippets of media and S.H.I.E.L.D. reports, had been carrying out various counter-terrorist missions for a while.

"Rhodes isn't really my priority at the moment." He said.

"But a young girl is?" Stark questioned.

"Again none of your business Stark." Phil said, his voice stern.

Tony tsk'd at the constant use of his last name and crumbled the empty bag in his hand. "Are you kidding me? I waltz in here, see you ogling a girl that looks half your age in a cell. And you tell me she isn't anyone at all, and that I should mind my own business when you Agents like to get into mine? So unfair Coulson."

Phil battled against the urge to run his hand down his face. Stark wasn't going to let this go, this man was there to make his day Hell.

"I wasn't ogling her! She is half my age, and she is in a cell because she is a suspicious person. I can't tell you any more than that."

Tony seemed to mull about it for a few seconds, and then pointed at the black screen. His brows shot up, "How could someone with an innocent face like that, do anything wrong?"

"Looks could be deceiving Stark." Phil stated.

"Like a certain personal redhead assistant?" Tony muttered dryly.

Phil smirked.

Seems like someone is a little butt hurt about Romanoff.

Checking his watch he spotted the time. Deeming that he spent too much time on Stark. It was time for him to check out how things were with the Destroyer. He would send some Agents to send Stark on his way so he could bother that lovely CEO of his. How Pepper Potts managed to deal with Tony Stark on a daily basis was a mystery. But if she got him out of his hair then he wasn't going to complain.

"Hate to cut things short, but you need to go and I need to get back to my job." Placing his hands on the Billionaire's shoulders, Phil steered him out of the room without much effort despite Stark putting up a bit of resistance.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Stark shouted, his heels digging into the ground to halt their movements.

Phil paused in his assault. "What?"

Tony was looking over his shoulder at him, his sunglasses lowered so Phil could see his shining brown eyes. "Could I at least have footage of that girl? It's gets a bit lonely when I'm designing my new suits and all so it be great to have something ni-Hey! Hey! Not the suit Coulson! Come on I was joking!" Tony whined as Phil shoved him out of the surveillance room.

\oooo/

The door slammed shut behind him and Tony found himself in an alleyway somewhere in Manhattan.

"Huh…" He glanced around at the trash that was littered around with mild surprise. "What do ya know…they do have a back door to that place? Sweet."

Placing his hands into his pockets he strolled out to one of the busy New York streets. Some people passing by him without a clue to who he was, or either they were just too busy to notice him there. Not that he minded. It made traveling so much easier. Fishing for his phone he pulled it out and dialed Pepper's number quickly.

Holding up to his ear, he heard three rings before she answered.

"CEO of Stark industries, Virginia Potts speaking!" Tony rolled his eyes.

"Pepper," he said slightly exasperated "its Tony…how many times have I told you to look at the caller I.D. before picking up the phone? I'm sure your mother gave you the same speech."

"Oh…sorry Tony, busy work day as usual." Pepper sighed, "Where are you? You can't just disappear and leave me by myself with all the construction in your tower!"

Tony winced and held the phone away from his ear for a split second. And quickly apologized "Sorry Pepper, something came up and went to talk to Coulson. Though I think I found something much better."

Stepping off the curb Tony hailed a cab. It didn't take long for one to pull over and he crawled in. He got himself settled and told the cab driver where he wanted to go.

"You found something? What is it?" She asked curiously.

Tony smiled, she sounded so eager to know. One of the many fine qualities he liked about her. "I will tell you all about it when I get back, I swear."

"Ugh! You never tell me anything!" Tony pictured her rolling her eyes in annoyance. It was cute.

"We'll go over it when I get there."

"You're coming back?"

"Yup! I'll be there in like….twenty minutes. Wait for me outside the tower, just look for a cab."

"Wait what? You're in a cab? Tony! You should have called Ha-"

Tony hung up swiftly. Pepper wouldn't be so happy about that. But his mind was more wrapped around that girl in the white cell. She must be of some big significant importance in order to be locked up. He pondered about what Fury's game was.

J.A.R.V.I.S. should be able to hack into their mainframe by the time I get home.

So when the cab finally pulled itself out in front of the still being constructed Stark Tower he pulled out his wallet and handed the driver a good sum of money before stepping out. Pepper was already out there to meet him, and as soon as she saw him she scurried over. Her cheeks were flushed as she glared at him, holding up her phone for him to see "Really Tony? Hanging up for no reason? Thanks!" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers' "I'll explain when we get inside." Just by holding her hand all the anger melted away from her person. She didn't protest when he pulled her along and back into the tower, ignoring the stares they were both getting. They went to one of the many labs in the tower, though this one was more special because it was his lab and sat himself down.

"Welcome back, sir." An automated voice greeted.

"Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S." Tony replied, he tapped his finger on a piece of glass that came to life under his touch. The interface he designed was just so much better than what was considered the modern day computer. "Did you hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files yet?"

"Tony!" Pepper scowled.

"I am in their system, sir." J.A.R.V.I.S. answered.

Tony grinned, pleased. "Awesome, hack into the security feeds of the holding cells would ya?"

"As you wish."

Pepper's brows shot up, "Huh? Holding cells? Just who are you looking for?" She rested her hand on his shoulder. Leaning over so she could get a good look as well, unable to battle the growing novelty of this mystery.

Suddenly the screen lit up with many live feed footage from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s holding cells here in New York. Tony scanned over them, flicking the ones he didn't want. Until finally he found the right one and enlarged it so Pepper could see to.

"Ah, there! That's what I found!" Tony pointed.

Pepper blinked, her nose scrunched up as she stared at the pale girl on the screen.

"A girl?"

Both of them scrutinized the pale girl with chestnut hair. She was just sitting on the corner of her bed, a violin case resting right next to her as she fiddled with a bow in her hand. She seemed to be running something along the hairs of it with great attentiveness. Her wavy hair was subdued into a messy ponytail that was held by a string of blue ribbon. She continued on like this until she seemed deemed it good enough and put whatever she was using on the bow away.

"Huh…" Pepper tilted her to the side. Her blue eyes had that faraway look as Tony zoomed in on the girls face. "She looks familiar."

"Familiar?" Tony echoed.

"Yeah, like I've seen her before or something."

Both of their attentions were snatched when floating notes of music reached their ears. They watched the young girl in the blue sundress play. Long elegant fingers switching between the many complicated notes without much thought behind it, the bow gliding over the strings. Tony found himself oddly laid-back enough since the melody was so slow and tranquil. Similar to the lullabies his mother would play for him in his youth.

"Oh!" Pepper exclaimed.

Tony flinched from the sudden disruption of the peace. "Wha-what?" he stammered out unintelligibly, sudden awareness reclaiming him.

Pepper's face broke out into a happy smile "I know that song!" She explained fervently "I heard it being played by the New York Philharmonic a few years back. It was a new composition that came out from that Canadian composer…ugh…" the rubbed her forehead for a second until her head snapped up in apprehension "Irene Hawkins!"

"Irene Hawkins?" Tony frowned.

"Irene Hawkins," J.A.R.V.I.S. began, "is the youngest daughter of Governor General of Canada, Gregory Hawkins. Born February 17th, 1990 in the City of Montreal, Quebec. She had an identical sister Liera Hawkins who had passed with her biological mother Aelwen Darrow, in a tragic car accident. She discovered to be a prodigal musical genius when she made her first composition she later called the 'Ballet of the Winter Court' among many others. She went to many social events and won many awards for her musical talents. She tends to appear most at places that play her work. New York Philharmonics play her music yearly in her honor." The AI dutifully pulled up pictures to display to them. And low and behold the young woman stared back at them, a smug smile on her face as other lights flashed around her. She seemed to have been a very popular and iconic figure of the classical music community, and beautiful in all the many expensive gowns that lavished her slime figure. Her hair and makeup was done in an elegant fashion in all these photos.

"If she's just a composer, then why is she in a S.H.I.E.L.D. prison cell?" Pepper wondered.

"Do you think daddy did something to piss off Patches?" Tony kicked his legs up onto the counter, his hands clasped behind his head as the live footage from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters' stood out once again.

"Doubt it." Pepper replied quickly, looking thoughtful. "Something seems off about this."

"Agreed…it's not like them to drag in ignorant civilians."

Peppered rubbed her upper arms uncertainly, biting down on her lower lip. "It's not really any of our business either Tony…" She told him quietly.

Heck, we can't really do anything about it. She thought.

The Billionaire said nothing back as he took the sunglasses off his face. Pepper knew that look anywhere. She stood up straighter and planted both her hands on her hip. "Anthony Stark!" She hissed.

Tony's eyes widened as he looked away from the screen at her. "What?" He asked innocently.

Pepper pointed her finger dangerously close to his face, and glowered. "You are not going to march to S.H.I.E.L.D. and confront Phil about it are you?"

Tony met her with that boyish grin she had grown to adore, his hand snatching hers and brought her closer. His voice lowering into a huskier tenor "And what if I am?" he purred.

Pepper staggered, being caught off-guard at his sudden change of behavior. A blush dusting her cheeks, "Bu-but Tony…" she moaned in agitation. She pulled her hand away and glared daggers at him, not wishing to fall for his famous playboy charms. "Seriously, you're already on Fury's blacklist. I want Irene out just as much as you do! But I don't think it's a good idea, we should let them handle it."

"It's not fair to shove her into cell for no reason." Tony fretted.

Pepper's features softened, a sigh slipped pass her lips. "I know Tony…but let's just sit this one out for now okay?"

"Fine…" Tony agreed reluctantly.

I'll give them a week. He promised himself.

\oooo/

Mojave Desert, USA

Oh, his luck was just getting better.

Nothing now could ruin the momentous glee of the God of Mischief. He prided himself in his wise choice to stay close to his brother's companions. His choice contributed the most glorious rewards for his efforts. Never in a thousand years had Loki thought he could ever find such a treasure hidden among the mortals' of Midgard. A nearly forgotten relic of Asgard.

The Tesseract.

He had heard stories, rumors, most likely a bit of both during his childhood at the Palace. It was said that Odin had hidden it somewhere in the Nine Realms, though no one knew exactly where.

To find it here on Midgard, of all places, was a blessing of the Norns themselves.

They make this all the more easy…

His lips curled up into a pleased smile. Thanks to his duplicate, the discovery of Erik Selvig being recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. for some 'special project' was too hard to ignore. While he kept his double with Jane Foster and her project, Loki decided that he would see Selvig personally. And he was not disappointed.

Now he was currently standing beside the man, invisible to everyone.

It was nearly nightfall, and the God was curious about what the man was waiting for. He had caught a glimpse of a sign that was hanging overhead of this 'facility'.

P.E.G.A.S.U.S.

It must be what they named their research.

Loki scoffed.

Foolish mortals…meddling with things far beyond their comprehension.

Off in the distance a source of light appeared. Approaching him and his unaware companion swiftly.

A car.

When they arrived Loki spotted two figures climbing out of the vehicle. Both of them male, and unfamiliar. The one with the dark complexion caught his interest due to his scars and the patch that covered one of his eyes. It reminded him briefly of Odin, and that made him sneer viciously.

The second male, was much lighter than his companion. He was average in height for a Midgardian male with short brown hair, and sharp cerulean eyes that looked like they could pierce through anything they set their sights on. Unlike other agents that Loki had come across, he was wearing black cargo pants and a short sleeve black shirt with a black tactical vest over it.

Unsurprising that they also apart of that organization. Many of them were crawling everywhere aside from scientists and mortals who wore a badge with the name 'NASA' upon it.

Loki glanced down and noted he had a gun holstered at his side. He looked at the puny weapon in distaste.

Selvig, already under the influences of his magic, rushed forward to the man in the dark long coat and shook his hand firmly in greeting. "Director Fury, a pleasure to see you again."

"Dr. Selvig." Fury replied, "All is well I hope?"

"Yes, sir." The man smiled, leading them into the base. "There is much to tell you."

Ah…Loki inwardly hummed. This must be the leader of the Agency.

Loki followed behind them. Listening into their conversations that held nothing of interest. So he allowed his mind to wander for just a moment. His thoughts led him to Irene. He pondered about her well-being in his absence. Was Coulson providing for her? Was she safe? What would she do without him?

The wave of these worrisome thoughts startled him.

Over a mortal no less…

But the mortal woman was like a shadow in his mind. The constant pull of magic always kept him alerted to her presence. At this distance it had become a great discomfort but he could not afford the distraction that came along with her company. As much as he wished to retrieve here, simply now was not the time.

Loki's train of thought halted when the group of mortals reached the end of the corridor.

"-with this new element, we've been able to create several power surges. My hope is to stabilize the direct current and then maintain a safe level of input and output energy." Selvig spoke.

"I look forward to a demonstration once I finish with this business up North." Fury said, looking pleased with the progress being made.

"As do I!" Selvig agreed with great enthusiasm. "Tell me, has Mr. Stark named this element that he created?"

"He's working on a patient for Badassium, but has encountered several bureaucratic obstacles." Fury responded.

Loki blinked a few times, his expression puzzled.

Badassium?

"Such an odd man." Selvig uttered. Loki realized that the man just openly expressed his thoughts aloud and cursed under his breath.

Much to his relief, Fury seemed to coincide with him.

"You have no idea." The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. gestured to the unnamed man next to him. "Until my return I'm leaving Agent Barton here as a watchdog. He's one of my best men and good for a laugh from time to time."

Barton nodded his head. "A pleasure."

"Likewise." Selvig grinned.

Fury, seemingly done with his duty, shoved both his hands in his pockets and started to head back towards the entrance of the base. Speaking as he went along "On that note, I have a plane to catch. Make him feel at home Selvig, and I'll be seeing you both soon."

"Safe travels, boss." Barton called out in farewell.

Once the Director was out of the picture, Loki decided to expand his influence over Selvig. If Barton was one of Fury's 'best men' he best find out a little more about him. The man was strikingly familiar though now that he had a better look at him. He was not near Irene's home, or else he would have really remembered. So that left only one place.

With his magic he had Selvig speak for him.

"Agent Barton, were you amongst the men deployed to Puente Antiguo, New Mexico, about a year ago?"

Barton tilted his head to the side, clearly confused. "Yeah, I was…" he trailed off, before asking. "Why?"

"Just as I thought…" Selvig was tampering with a console, punching in the password. Hitting enter, the door let out a 'hiss' as it opened for them. Loki followed both the men in and took in the sights before him. The Tesseract being the lighting beacon in the center of the room, held in a device of mortal design.

Standing right behind Selvig, he chose to finish the conversation. Sending a sly glance at a mirror next to them. Both the mortals didn't notice the God's reflection, a mischievous sneer on his face.

He and Selvig spoke at the same time.

"…I remember you."

"…I remember you."

\oooo/

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, New York

Phil stepped out once the doors to the elevator parted. Being greeted by a long corridor, bustling with agents and scientists alike. This was a regular sight to see. From dusk to dawn S.H.I.E.L.D. could pride itself as an agency of constant vigilance. Protecting the world from unordinary threats in secrecy, so that day-to-day life could resume in peace. For how much longer though Phil did not know.

Aliens, mutants, and all sorts of occurring problems seemed to pop up these days.

And now runaway daughters of high government officials….

Though he wasn't all to concern about the girl locked up in the white cell a few floors below him. He found himself being certain that she would pass Fury's small test at her resolve. A young woman like Irene Hawkins was much too innocent and frail. If it was Thor, who had indeed decided to return, he had no doubt that the God of Thunder would immediately seek out Jane Foster. But since the supposed arrival of another Norse God on their soil that was not the case.

Finding his way to one of the many laboratories he found the man he was looking for. One Dr. Davis, in his usual white lab coat and black trousers with a clipboard in his hand. The doctor combed his fingers through is snowy white locks, the lights from above flashing off his circular glasses when he finally noticed Phil's presence. Lowering the clipboard the doctor waltzed up to his side and nodded his head.

"Agent Coulson! Thank you for being here." The doctor greeting, shaking his hand with a pleased smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled, grey orbs shining in some delight.

A slight smirk made its way onto Phil's face, shaking the offered hand. "It's my job to be here, Doctor. But…I do love my job." He said with sudden fondness. As strange as it was, Phil couldn't find himself anywhere else but here at S.H.I.E.L.D.

And there out before him was the 'slumbering' form of the Destroyer. Hooked up to many wires upon the large steel table that held its large frame. Machines whirred with life around it as Dr. Davis' staff walked to and fro, chatting among themselves about the strange Alien object they have taken into their possession thanks to Thor.

"Of course." The man agreed quickly. "Now, I'd like to take a moment to curb your expectations…"

Phil reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Placing them on his face "Consider them curbed, let's proceed." He was more than ready to see what their scientists were able to come up with.

"But, you must know that for a while we haven't been able to incite any reaction from-"the doctor started. Fumbling with his clipboard nervously.

"I am not concerned with what you couldn't do before, only with what you might do now." Phil interrupted sharply.

"…Alright then." Dr. Davis mumbled. He shouted orders to his crew down below, getting himself a pair of shaded goggles to place on his face so that he could protect his eyes. Then he directed Phil to someplace safe so that he could observe the demonstration at a safe distance. Once it was all set he stood before a small gathering audience. Phil ignored them as they all whispered amongst themselves with barely restrained excitement.

"Listen up, people!" Dr. Davis snapped. Catching all their attention. "We are a go! Everyone double-check their components and then get behind the blast shield! I want to see goggles on!" He warned, holding up an extra pair of goggles for all them to see. A few young agents murmured in slight dismay before putting the ridiculous things on. Once things were set the Doctor turned around, expression solemn but also confident. "Okay, let's juice it up."

Flipping a switch on the command console, the destroyer seemed to come to life. It stood in tall in all its foreign glory, pointed at a set of targets Davis' team had managed to set up. The plates on its face seemed to ripple away as a flame sprouted into existence, and with a large beam of scorching flame it obliterated its targets like it was nothing. Everyone, including Phil himself, found themselves in awe at the Destroyer's destructive power.

"Success!" Dr. Davis exclaimed gleefully.

Many cheers broke the silence and Phil stood. He went over to the door as Dr. Davis strode in and once again shook his hand, satisfied in the efforts these agents and scientists achieved. Everyone else seemed to congratulate each other, basking in their well-deserved accomplishments.

"That was excellent work, Doctor…" Phil praised, taking off his glasses.

"Thank you, Agent Coulson." The man replied, his chest puffing out with some pride.

Turning his gaze back to the Destroyer, that was still producing smoke. Phil Immediately got back to business. "Now, I need you to dismantle that thing, and make it about a hundred times smaller."

Davis' eyes widened a fraction in shock. He opened his mouth to protest, but Phil didn't have much time to argue. Orders were orders, and he was sure the Doctor would obey nevertheless. Spinning on his heels he started to quickly make his exit, tossing another comment over his shoulder with a wide smile. "And put a trigger on it."

He didn't bother watching as Doctor Davis threw his hands in the air, cursing profoundly.

Time to check up on Irene...

Returning to the elevator he used before. Phil waited patiently until the doors opened once more, and stepped right in.

I'm just gonna end it there. Shorter then my previous chapters I know but I simply didn't have the time to keep writing. I have tests, quizzes, and essays I need done for school. And I been horribly sick for the past three days! First cold in forever. It was bad...xD

But anyways I wanted to thank you all again for reading my story it makes me happy. And now we have two others in the story! Clint and Tony! And Loki stumbling upon the Tesseract!? Oh, he must be in bliss! Though just because he finds the cube automatically means he's just going to up and ditch Earth. In the next chapter I'll have more Loki in it. To give an insight as to why he just doesn't use the cube and go on his merry way to accidentally bump into Thanos. And he is rather disturbed already by the enchantment he placed on the pendent. He would return so Irene won't go to crazy in the white cell. I know I would! A room that's just white without color with no noise or windows would drive me crazy.

Fury is such an ass for doing that.

But hey if he thinks it's for the good of mankind then heck, he'd do it. Even if Phil doesn't totally agree, Tony even more so! And another shockingly new development information came up thanks to Tony's curiosity! I wonder how you will all respond to that! :P

So I love ya guys and hope you have a very pleasant Valentine's day! Unfortunately I was sick...so I assumed it was better than mine. xD

Read, love, review, and enjoy using Hawkeye's bow *hands over Clint's weapon I stole*

-Shizu