A/N: Oh my Gosh! I am so sorry for updating so late, but there has been so many things going lately! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, it gives me more motivation to write when you guys give me a couple of words telling me what you thought about what I'm doing. Anyways, Loki is back and he'd going to be here for good, so here's the next chapter! Oh! If you haven't checked it out already, check out the song My Oh My by Tristan Prettyman, it's pretty cool!

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"My oh my

You're getting under my skin

Don't know why I'm always letting you in

Just when I got my life together again,

Here you are standing there

Tell me why I should try

My oh my"

-My Oh My (Tristan Prettyman)

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"Samantha?" Loki knelt beside me, whispering my name as though it were a prayer. I lifted my eyes to meet his own green ones, and shifted slightly so that I was in a sitting position, with Loki by my right side.

And for a long time, I just stared blankly at him, not able to believe my eyes.

Then I got angry.

This couldn't be happening to me. This could not be happening to me. I mean, seriously? After all this time, and now he shows up? I gritted my teeth, and glared at him.

"You fucking bastard!" I shouted, trying to get him to realize how frustrated I was. "I mean, seriously? You kidnap me? You come onto the Helicarrier, and fucking kidnap me?! And how the hell are you even here? You're not supposed to be here, you asshole! After all this time, after making me go through hell without you, and then when I almost get over you, and then you pick now to show up! No! No, no, no, no! It's not fair, you jerk! You fucking jerk!" I screamed, and pushed on his chest, sending him flying back onto his ass.

I sighed, and was suddenly on the verge of tears.

"How are you even here? You were supposed to be in prison up in Asgard for a century… What the hell are you doing here?" I asked softly, and silently cursed my voice for breaking.

"Would you prefer that I was still sitting in my cell?" Loki asked, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I hadn't realized how much I had missed it, how I had missed his voice; that voice that made me want to do anything for him. Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I bristled slightly.

"No!" I said, but then thought over my words. "I mean, at the same time I didn't particularly want you to break out of prison, show up on the Helicarrier, and fucking kidnap me…" I spoke, rambling slightly. Loki just frowned, and blinked at me. I shook my head

"Why are you here, Loki?" I sighed, just needing a straight answer from him. If he broke out of prison, he had to have a reason to come back to Earth. Loki looked away, crossing his arms behind his back, turning away from me. He was silent, and I used the opportunity to think.

He needed a reason to come back to Earth, and I doubt that he came back for me. He risked an even bigger punishment for escaping, so it had to be something he wanted dearly. I froze, and knew why he had come back.

"You're here for revenge." I said, finally getting it.

Loki stayed silent, never once looking back at me.

I'll take that as a yes.

Suddenly, I found this situation funny, instead of frustrating. I laughed, and shook my head. You know what? This was hilarious! I started laughing harder, and clutched at my stomach, which was aching from my laughter. Loki stared over at me, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"What's so amusing?" He asked, but I was too busy laughing to answer him. I wiped my eyes, and tried to stop chuckling, looking up at Loki with a grin.

I sighed, and got to my feet.

"What's funny is that I've prayed for you to come back ever since you left. After you left for Asgard, I kept dreaming that you would come back, and now you're here. Now, of all times, now. I've slowly been getting over you, finally being able to get out of the house and have fun with my friends and family. Not to mention that when you finally come back, you're here with yet another plan to take over the world!" I raised my voice, verging on hysterics.

"That's what's funny…" I said, sighing, and trying to calm myself down.

I felt Loki place a hand on my shoulder, and I took it gently in my own, smiling wearily up at him.

"It's not that I'm not happy to see you, because I am. At least I think. I don't know, maybe I'm not happy to see you. I don't know… But I do know that you're a bastard for doing this to me, you know that right? A fucking bastard." I said, nodding at him.

Loki just stared at me, his eyes searching through my own blue ones, searching for something unknown to me. I looked him over, taking in his appearance, memorizing it. I sighed, and ran a hand through my brown hair.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, not really expecting an answer from him. But he did answer, and I immediately wished that he hadn't.

"Your friends… the Avengers," He spat out the word. "They took away my one plan to be King of this world. They humiliated me, took away what was left of my pride. That's not something I can easily forgive. I've come to show them that they cannot just play games with me; I am Loki of Asgard! I am a god, and they are mortals who make play they are more. I've come to show them who is the rightful ruler," Loki ranted, and I raised my eyebrows.

Why did I get the crazy one?

"Of all the people I could have chosen, why did I have to choose the one who wants all of my friends dead? The one who thinks that he'll take over the Earth and enslave the human race?" I sighed, and shook my head.

Loki said nothing, and looked down at the ground. I just rolled my eyes.

"So, why do you need me?" I asked.

Loki turned back to me, a small smile on his lips.

"When we take Midgard, I want you to be safe. I-I cannot imagine you getting hurt, and the only way to prevent that is if you are out of harm's way," He said.

I scoffed.

"You know, the last time you tried to take over the world, I nearly died. Just saying…" I said.

Loki grimaced, as if the thought of that caused him physical pain.

"I… remember. And I will never be able to forgive myself for that," He said, staring down at his feet.

"You know, there is a way you can make it up to me," I started. Loki turned to me, an eyebrow raised.

"And how would I be able to fix something like this?" He asked, not believing that he could make it better. I smiled.

"You could make it up to me by, oh, I don't know, I guess you could not try to take over the world," I drawled, shrugging my shoulders in a nonchalant manner.

Loki smiled sadly, and shook his head.

"No. This is something I must do. I must do this," He said, nodding, and looking like he was trying to convince himself.

Damn it. I had to try another approach.

"Well, you know, I could end up dead this time around-"

"No," Loki cut in, fiercely. "I will not allow that to happen," He said, moving closer to me.

I sighed, and patted his cheek.

"It's nothing that you can control, Loki dear. I'll never be able to not fight. It's my job to protect the world from those who threaten it, and since you technically threaten it, I'll have to fight you. Eventually." I said.

Loki growled, pushing past me. He held out his hands, turning back to me.

"Then do it! You have a weapon, dispose of me right now!" He said, and I just now realized that I was still wearing my gun.

Oh.

"You may talk, but will you ever act? Will you be able to get rid of me? You say that you'll fight me, so why not take this chance? You could end this war before it even begins!" He said, moving closer to me. He took my hands in his own, and put them to my gun.

"Do it," He said.

"I-I, b-but, I-I…" I stuttered, my eyes widening. "I-I…" I went silent, looking down at the ground in defeat.

Loki lifted my chin, and smiled grimly, before walking away.

I huffed, and crossed my arms in frustration.

"Asshole…" I muttered.

I stood there for a long time, thinking to myself. I chuckled softly, and Loki turned back to me, a questioning look on his face.

"It's just… this isn't exactly the way I had imagined this would go," I said, smiling to myself.

"How did you dream it would go?" He asked, genuinely curious. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, first of all, you wouldn't have broken out of prison," I said, chastising him, before continuing. "It's kind of stupid, but I had always wished that you would be forgiven for your crimes, and that you would come back to Earth to proclaim your love for me. You would sweep me off of my feet, and then kiss me until my head spun…"

"It's not too late for that," Loki grinned wildly.

I shook my head.

"It's way too late for that. I don't even know if I feel-"

I was cut off at Loki darted towards me, and picked me up bridal style. He twirled me in a circle, and I couldn't help but to let out a giggle. He set me down on me feet gently, before coming closer. I recognized what he was going to do, and tried to stop him.

"Loki-"

His lips found my own, and suddenly I couldn't think. All I felt were his lips moving in unison with my own, and the bliss that followed. He did what I had wished, and kissed me until I couldn't breathe. I smiled when he pulled away, but it quickly turned into a troubled frown.

I was supposed to be over him, and here he was sweeping me off of my feet!

I wretched myself away from him, and brought a hand up to my lips. I wiped them on the sleeve of my uniform, and looked down at the ground, completely silent. We were quiet for a few seconds, before I tried to change the mood.

"So, what am I supposed to do while you take over the world?" I asked, attempting a small smile.

Loki smirked.

"You are my prisoner. You are not supposed to have any luxuries," He said, and I immediately frowned.

"So I'm just supposed to sit here for however long it takes for you to take over the world?" I shook my head. "I don't like that idea at all."

So I started wandering around the room, which seemed to be the inside of some kind of empty warehouse. I was looking all over; for doors, windows, something.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked.

"Looking for a way to escape," I said simply, shrugging my shoulders. He raised his eyebrows at me, and blinked a few times.

"You don't honestly expect to escape while I'm here, do you?" He asked, smirking. I shook my head.

"Yeah, but you're not going to watch me all the time. You're going to have to leave me alone at some point. If worse comes to worst, the Avengers will rescue me," I smiled back at Loki, who tilted his head.

"The Avengers? Those fools will never be able to find this hideout," He sneered. I rolled my eyes for the second time, and shook my head.

"You underestimated the Avengers once before. Do you really want to do it again?" I asked.

Loki just scoffed.

"This time is it they who have underestimated me! I have put too much effort into this, we shall not fail!" He ranted.

I frowned, and held up my hands.

"Wait, you've said that twice now. We? Are you working with someone else?" I asked.

Loki turned away from me, shaking his head.

"I cannot tell you my plans, Samantha…" He said, and I sighed.

Of course he couldn't.

"Well, fine! I'll just sit over here, all by my lonesome self…" I muttered, and found a chair, sinking down into it.

Well, this should be fun.

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Third Person

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The five members of the Avengers were currently pacing the room, each and every one of them stressed over the sudden appearance of Loki, and the kidnapping of their youngest member. They were sitting in silence, until Maria Hill called out to Fury, who was muttering curses under his breath.

"What is it?" He snapped impatiently.

"We've got an unauthorized landing of an unknown vessel. It's small in size, and incredibly fast," She said, describing yet another intruder.

Suddenly, a figure came running through the room dressed in battle armor and a red billowing cape, hammer in hand.

"My fellow Avengers, Loki has vanished from his cell, and I fear that he may try and attack you whilst you are unprepared!" He bellowed, ignoring all of the guns that were instantly trained on him. He looked around, and noticed how flustered the group was.

"It's a little late for that, Thor," Steve spoke up. "Loki showed up not thirty minutes ago, then disappeared, taking Samantha with him," He said.

Thor frowned, taking in this new information.

"The guards looked in his cell this morning and found him gone. I feared the worst, and it seems as if I was correct…" He said.

Clint tensed at the mention of his sister, and glared silently at the ground beneath him. Natasha noticed this, and walked briskly to his side. She took his hand in her own, and squeezed it gently.

Clint looked up at her, his eyes softening, but then quickly looked away.

"That bastard…" He cursed.

Tony gritted his teeth, and stood from his spot at the table, heading for his suit. He had had enough.

"Where are you going, Stark?" Steve asked, motioning towards Tony. He whipped back around, glaring at the Captain.

"What do you think? I'm going to rescue Samantha, that's what!" He shouted, and turned to head towards his suit once again. Steve took a step towards him.

"Stark, do you have any idea where she is? Any plan?" He asked, and Tony sneered.

"A plan? I don't need one. Loki took Samantha, and I'm going to get her back. That's all that matters!" He said. Clint nodded.

"Tony's right,"

"Steve's right," Natasha cut in, silencing Clint. She glanced over at him, frowning. Clint shook his head, and threw up his hands.

"I'm not going to just sit around while Loki could be hurting my baby sister!" He shouted, his face turning red.

Thor shook his head, and jumped into the conversation.

"My brother may be misguided, but he could never hurt her. I've seen the way that he looks at her, and I know that he would never willingly harm her. Part of him died seeing Samantha nearly killed, and I know that he vowed to protect her from that day on. Young Barton may be safer with my brother than with us," He said.

"That's not-" Clint's angry protests were cut off as Fury stepped into the middle of the group, cutting them off.

"Are you six done?" He drawled, waiting for them to quiet down. Clint was still fuming, but knew better than to go against the Director. He grew silent, glaring at the one eyed man in front of him. Fury shook his head, and motioned to the computers behind him.

"While you kids were bickering, we've located some people who may be able to help find Agent Barton and Loki," He began, and everyone immediately froze, waiting for him to continue. Fury smirked, and pulled four profiles up on the computers behind him.

"Team, I' d like you to meet the individuals known as the Fantastic Four."

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A/N: Heeey guys! Please don't kill me for updating so late, but I've had no inspiration for this story as of late! But a lot of things happened in this chapter, such as me introducing the Fantastic Four into the group. I usually don't read a lot of Fantastic Four comics, but I thought that I'd bring them in for this story and see where it goes. Let me know what you think about it, and whether I did a good job or not. I was kind of hesitant to see your reactions to me bringing them in, so let me know, mm'kay? I love you guys!

P.S.

So, my new story is going to be a Tony/OC story, since it won on the poll. I have no idea what to do for a new story, but it's going to happen eventually :D