Author's Note: Don't know if you guys noticed, but I just put up a cover image for this story. I made it during my free time in my digital media class in Photoshop with a picture of a jungle, Loki, and Peter Pan. It was fun. Hope you guys like it. I'm quite proud of it. I know it's not a masterpiece, but hey, I'm still working on my skills. Originally it was going to have a picture of me in it too, but I kinda ruined the look and deleted it.

And by the way, I don't think this showdown is going to be as epic as you think - I'm saving THAT scale of awesome for later. I promise.

Peter shoved me behind him, like he was trying to protect me. My boyfriend appeared at the top of the stairs, looking angry. I sucked in a deep breath, watching two sets of icy eyes glaring at each other. "Loki what's going on?" I asked him.

"This boy is a fiend!" Loki spat.

"Oh, and you're not?" Peter retorted, one of his very expressive eyebrows lifting patronizingly.

"What, is there bad blood between you two?" I asked, looking at Loki over Peter's shoulder.

"'Bad blood' is a bit of an understatement, Fireball," Loki said darkly.

I took a few steps back as the confrontation between my not-so-fictional crush and IRL boyfriend escalated. Their insults turned to shouts. A magical spell went up from one of them—Loki if I had to guess, but really I couldn't tell—that shielded the rest of the ballroom from their noise. I got closer to the railing to see if I could find Callie and Steve anywhere. They both had a remarkably calming effect on warring parties, and at that moment, I'd be grateful for their presence. Steve wasn't too hard to pick out in a crowd, but in the few minutes I'd stepped out of the main area, another hundred people had shown up. And I couldn't see the soldier or my friend's blue dress anywhere. "Crap," I hissed.

I turned just in time to see Peter pull a dagger out of his belt. He was gripping the blade between his fingers. Loki was a knife-fighter. I knew what that meant. He was getting ready to throw it. Out of precaution, I took another step back. I really didn't want to be involved in this. I just wanted to sing a song, dance for a minute, then go hide and watch Netflix for the rest of the night.

A flash of silver and Peter's knife went whizzing through the air. A lightning reflex from Loki sent one of his own knives spinning for the one already in motion. With a clank and a burst of light—probably reflected into my eyes by one of the blades—they went flying in opposite directions.

My eyes widened.

I looked down to see the hilt of Peter's knife sticking out from under my ribcage.

"Oh," I muttered weakly, one hand rising to touch it. When the red started to bloom around it I had to look away. "Look at that. I've been impaled." This is not the time for Frozen jokes! I could almost hear Callie's voice chastising me in my head. My breathing slowed down and I started to fall back, more out of shock than force.

Peter teleported—for lack/want of a better word—to right behind me. He caught my shoulders and lowered me to the ground.

"Cass!" Loki shouted, panicked and frantic. He started to rush to my side where my upper body was supported by Peter's knees.

"Get away from her!" Peter spat. His hand lashed out. A burst of magic sent Loki flying backwards through the air where he hit the stairs and tumbled down them. I wanted to sit up to see if he was okay, but a knife was sticking out of my lower abdomen. That kind of put a damper in my muscle control. "Cass? Are you okay? Stay with me!" Peter pleaded.

"I'm bleeding," was all I could say.

"I'm going to get you help," he promised.

A plume of green smoke surrounded us, but before it cleared, I blacked out.

I didn't dream while I was unconscious. I guess it was the bloodloss, but I'm not very scientific so I honestly have no clue. Usually when I'm sick or injured I have whacky dreams. But not this time. There was just blackness until I slowly rose back into proper consciousness like bubbles whizzing towards the surface of the ocean.

My eyelids fluttered open to vibrant, large green leaves far over my head. I recognized them from a project I did in Biology in school. I couldn't remember their names, but I remembered that they only grew natively in a jungle.

My abs flexed to try and sit up, but lances of pain lashed through my body.

"Don't move," a familiar voice advised. A hand gently pressed my shoulder back until I was lying on what felt like a mattress. A mattress in a jungle? Where the heck was I? "You'll strain your bandages."

Come to think of it, I could feel something like a corset keeping my blood from seeping out through the knife wound. As the pain increased with my clarity of mind, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. It wasn't just because of how bad it hurt, it was because—in an indirect-ish way—my Loki caused it. He'd deflected the knife with his own and sent it right at me before anyone could react or do anything. Suddenly I heard Clint's warning in my head the day Loki and I announced that we were officially together. That man is dangerous, and one day he'll hurt you.

Yeah, maybe I should have listened.

But maybe not. Three years together he hadn't once hurt me. And the one time he did, it was his fault, but not exactly his fault.

"You need to rest," Peter continued, coming into my range of vision. He was back in his green-and-brown casual clothes. I could see blood—my blood—on his arms as he pulled the blankets up around my shoulders and tucked them under my chin. "You'll feel better when morning comes, I promise." I sighed, letting my eyelids droop closed.

"Cass? Cass, are you okay?" Callie's voice was shouting through my dream. Through the black mists around me, she swam into view. She was in her jammies and I was in… some kind of clothes. They were pretty patchy, but not important. "Cass! We're all so worried about you! You disappeared and Loki said Peter Pan from Once Upon a Time stabbed you!" When she reached me she placed her hands on my shoulders and looked hard at my eyes.

"Peter threw a knife at Loki. He deflected it with his knife and it flew into me. I'm not exactly sure where I am, but I thought I saw jungle."

"Are you still wearing the bracelet Tony got for you at ComicCon?"

"I think so. I don't remember taking it off."

"Okay. We might be able to find you." She let go and started to fade.

"Wait! Callie!" I was scared. I didn't want to be left alone in the darkness. "How are we talking? Aren't I asleep?"

My friend smirked. "We're special, Cass. Both of us."

End Note: Dearest callieandjack, I put up this chapter instead of another one for UaVS2 because I want to let the other one sink in. I know I told you in my PM that I was putting up two for Violet-Sky, but I'm not. Sorrynotsorry.

On another note, y'all are awesome and I'll see you whenever I get the chance. I recently transferred into AP Biology and am currently swamped with make-up work, so if I don't post for a while, sorry. My life is hectic.

Thanks for reading!

~Cass