A/N: Hey guys, so thanks to everyone that reviewed, it means a lot to me! Now, a lot of you have been asking about Loki's return, saying that you miss him. Well, he might or might not be in this chapter, so I guess you'll have to read and find out! Let me know!

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Soon after I had contacted Fury, he sent out a whole squadron of Agents to secure Fisk, and I made sure that they sedated him before putting him on the jet. I didn't want him to wake up and cause any more trouble once they were on the jet, because God only knows the mess he could make.

I was currently sitting down in one of the said jets that Fury had sent, staring off into space. A tap on my shoulder brought me back into reality, and I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts I was having.

"Yeah?" I asked Steve, who sat down across from me, frowning.

Oh boy, here comes the 'fatherly talk'. I knew it was coming, and he didn't disappoint.

"Samantha, are you alright?" He asked, his light blue eyes sparkling in concern.

I shrugged, and then winced, rolling my shoulders out.

"I'm going to have a lot of bruises in the morning, but I'll be fine," I said. Steve shook his head at me, giving me a look.

"You know what I meant," He said.

Oh. That.

"I'll be fine, Steve, don't worry about me," I said, waving him off. I'd be perfectly fine, and he didn't need to worry about me so much.

I was an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., what did it say about me if I wimped out on a mission because I couldn't handle taking a life? Well, I supposed that made me human.

"Sam, you know what separates us and them?" He asked. I shook my head.

"You're mourning over the lives you took, whereas if they were in the same position we're in, they would be able to sleep perfectly at night," He said.

I took in his words. I guess that made sense. What made me different from them is that, even though they were thugs, I still mourned over each and every single life that I took.

I lifted my eyes to meet Steve's blue orbs, and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Steve. It means a lot to me," I said, before turning my attention back to the wall in front of me.

The rest of the trip back to the Helicarrier was spent in silence, and I used the time to think about my future as an Agent. Was I going to be in the Avengers for the rest of my life? Eventually I would get old and retire, I suppose, but I doubted that I would ever be able to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. And why would I want to? I mean, they may be harsh at times, but I suppose that it was my home.

I sighed, and let my head fall backwards, falling asleep within minutes.

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"Sam," Somebody shook my shoulder. "Samantha." They said, and I opened my eyes to see Steve standing in front of me. The jet had landed, and the hatch was open.

"Come on," Steve said, and held out a hand. I took it, and pulled myself to my feet. Wiping the sleep from my light blue eyes, I followed Steve as he walked back inside of the base. I trudged along beside him, holding my abdomen, which had started to throb.

Kingpin certainly knew how to throw a kick, that's for sure…

"Sammie!" I heard a voice say, and I turned to see Clint running up my side. When he saw my face, his expression darkened.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked, and I shrugged.

"Four hundred pounds of pure muscle, that's what…" I muttered, and Clint sighed, pulling me in for a hug.

"I was worried about you," He said, and I gently removed myself from his grasp.

"Yeah, well, we both made it out in one piece, and with Kingpin. I figure we did a pretty damn good job, considering how… large our opponent was. I'm telling you, Clint, he was pure muscle. Not an inch of fat on him!" I rambled, and Clint shook his head.

"I'm just glad you're okay," He said. I nodded, and gingerly sat down at the table. Right now it was only me, Steve, and Clint, with Fury nowhere to be seen.

Natasha was the next person to walk through the doors about fifteen minutes later, with a small smile on her face. Next came Bruce and Tony up from the labs, and Tony made his way to his usual spot beside me.

Tony took one look at me, though, and frowned.

"So, did you get your ass kicked, or what?" He asked, motioning to my beaten up body. I sighed, and then shrugged.

"Pretty much," I said. "Came out on top in the end, though,"

Tony shook his head, and was about to say something when Fury walked into the room, silencing him.

"We have Wilson Fisk in custody, as well as all of the surviving members of his gang. Good work, you two," Fury said, nodded at us. I smiled, and rested my head on my hand. Fury then turned to Clint and Natasha.

"What information were you able to gather?" He asked, and Nat spoke up first.

"We found out everything that was in Fisk's files; his birthplace, the names of his wife and son, and so on. But there were several things that weren't in the files, like his sudden interest in the Avengers," She said.

I frowned. So is that why Fisk knew so much about us?

"According to several of his men, Fisk had ordered them to gather as much information on us as they could, but we also found out that he already knew a lot of things about us in the first place. He had to have been getting some of the classified information from elsewhere," Clint spoke up. He glanced over at me, then back at Fury.

"We also found out that he wasn't working alone,"

Wait. This sounded familiar.

This is just the beginning, my dear…

Kingpin's words played through my head, and I couldn't help but make a connection. Kingpin wasn't working alone, had an interest in the Avengers, and said that this was just the beginning. Maybe he was right; maybe he, or someone else, had something up their sleeves for us.

I shuddered at the thought, and quickly shook my head.

"Sounds like bad news to me. If he's been getting classified information, we're going to need to find out where it's coming from. Good work, Agents," He said, and finally turning to Tony and Bruce.

"Were you two able to find out anything new about the energy readings?" Fury asked. Bruce was the one to speak up, taking off his glasses and setting them down gently on the table.

"Well, the levels of energy that Stark tracked were like nothing I've ever seen before. It's inconsistent to anything I know of, and the fact that it just disappeared leads me to think it comes from a machine. In order for the energy to be shut off like that, there would need to be an off switch for whatever it was that was on the readings. I was, however, able to pinpoint the exact location of where the energy came from-"

"Which doesn't make any sense," Tony cut in. "I looked in that building where there energy was coming from. According to the computers, whatever it was should be right there. And it's not," He said, frowning.

"Shouldn't we check that out? I mean, whatever it is could be dangerous," I spoke up. Tony glanced over at me, before looking back at Fury.

"I already checked. So unless there's a secret door or something, nothing's there," He said. I smirked, and nodded at him.

"You might have given us the answer. Did you look for any secret doors while you were there?" I asked.

Tony shook his head.

"No, but that just means that-"

"We should check it out again!" I chimed in with a small smile, and he sighed. "What? What if there is something there? It could be a weapon, or something equally as dangerous. It's in everyone's best interest for us to check it out, Tony," I said.

"Agent Barton is right. If there's something that powerful in the city, I want to know what it is and get it permanently shut off. Is that clear?" Fury asked.

Tony rolled his eyes, but nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Eye patch, sir…" He mumbled, giving a mock salute. Fury nodded, and then crossed his hands behind his back.

"There is one other matter that needs to be-"

All of a sudden, the Helicarrier started shuddering. I mean, actually shuddering and groaning, like there was an earthquake inside of the ship's walls. I leapt to my feet, and glanced around. The rest of the Avengers had done the same, and Natasha's hand was already on her gun.

"Hill!" Fury called out, running to where Maria Hill stood by her computers, frantically trying to figure out what was going on.

"There's nothing wrong with the ship, sir! Everything is running at one hundred percent capacity," She called out, swiping her fingers across her computer. I shook my head, marveling at the déjà vu.

I silently put my hand on my gun, and took it gently out of its holster.

I looked over to where Tony was debating something, probably whether or not he should go get his suit.

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark. I'll protect you," I smirked at him, and his lips turned up into a ghost of a smile, before continuing to look around.

"That's why I'm worried," He joked.

Ah, Tony. Even in times like these, still you joke. And truth be told, I was okay with it, because I was really nervous. I didn't need some other super villain to pop out of nowhere, especially with how beaten up I was. Getting into a fight right now was not on my to-do list.

Then, all of a sudden, the shuddering and groaning stopped, and the ship went silent. I held my gun closer to me, liking the silence even less than the noise. Silence usually meant that something was wrong, deadly wrong.

I slowly started walking away from the group, ready to investigate, but right when I got to the center of the room, I noticed something that made my blood freeze in my veins.

"Guys," I called out, pulling their attention to the green mist that was slowly swirling around, right next to the table.

Frowning, I walked closer, and waved my hand through the rolling mist, half expecting my hand to fall off or something as equally painful.

But instead, the ship went haywire.

All of a sudden the floors were shaking, and the lights flickered on and off. The walls sounded like they were going to cave in, and I felt the ship jolt from the pressure. I gasped, stumbling backwards and flailing my arms about, about to fall onto my bottom.

What I was not expecting, however, was for someone to catch me.

I froze, holding onto the hand that had saved me from a nasty fall, and looked up at my rescuer, straight into emerald green eyes.

I gasped, my eyes widening.

"Loki?"

No.

No, this could not be happening to me.

But there he was, his strong arm wrapped around my waist the only thing preventing me from falling. His hair was cut a little bit shorter than I had seen it last time, but other than that, he was the same Loki I had known. The same Loki I had loved.

His green eyes searched through my own, seemingly looking for something. I looked right back up into his green orbs, not believing that he was here. What the hell? I thought that he was in some prison in Asgard for his crimes! What was he doing here? What was he doing on the Helicarrier?

What was he doing holding me?

"Let her go, Loki!" Someone shouted, and we both looked up to see both my brother and Natasha with their guns out and aimed at Loki's head. I looked back at Loki to see that his lips were turned into a small grin.

Loki twisted his arm, and I let out a small scream as I was forced up out of my dipped position, and up in front of Loki. His arm was still around my waist, and his head was over my right shoulder, using me as a shield.

Bastard.

"You let her go Loki or I swear to God I will put a bullet in between your eyes." Clint growled menacingly, and I knew instantly that he wasn't kidding. I gritted my teeth, and spoke up.

"You know, I may work for S.H.I.E.L.D., but that doesn't mean that I particularly like being used as one," I said, and elbowed Loki in the stomach. He grunted, his grip loosening slightly, and I used the opportunity to escape his grasp.

I started to run towards Tony, who had an arm outstretched towards me, but gasped as Loki grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him.

I could see Clint and Natasha both tense, and I knew that they were going to shoot. I was about to do something, maybe duck, or maybe even try and escape again, but stopped when Loki grabbed my shoulders in his hands.

All of a sudden, I felt like the world was spinning around me, and that I was tumbling through space. I screamed, and flailed my arms about, effectively getting away from Loki. Except this time, when I hit the floor and looked up, I didn't see Tony, or Clint, or Steve, or even Natasha.

I was in a completely different place, on the floor of an empty warehouse.

I looked up in awe at Loki, but my awe soon turned into a glare.

"You asshole!" I growled, slamming my fist onto the ground.

I had just been kidnapped by Loki Laufeyson.

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A/N: Dun dun dunnn! Well, kiddies, Loki is BACK! And one of you wanted Loki to come back with a 'grand entrance', so I tried my best to do just that. So, what do you think will happen now? Loki's back, and he's taken our dear Sammie. What'll happen next? I guess you'll just have to wait until the next chapter, my dears! Anyways, let me know what you think of this chapter, sorry for the shortness, but I just needed to get this over with :D

-Sara