Chenault managed to procure some food from the kitchen and made her way to the lab where she saw the whole gang minus one. They were all talking. When she walked in Natasha gave her a confused look.

"Where did you come from?" She inquired, stepping toward her.

"The kitchen." Chenault replied quietly and sat herself up on a table next to Nat. "So what's going on?"

"I was able to get Loki's plan out of him a few minutes ago, they're just bickering like old women now." Chenault laughed slightly. "It was weird."

"How so?" Chenault asked before going back to her food.

"I dunno, he seemed kinda bothered at first, almost upset. But that surely didn't stop him from being a complete asshole." Natasha sighed. "He called me a 'mewling quim.'" Chenault snorted and tried to hold the food in her mouth as she was not expecting that. "What does that mean? I know it isn't a compliment."

"He called you a whiney cunt, Natasha." Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

Chenault just laughed silently to herself whilst finishing her beef jerky and remained on the table top watching the men argue over SHEILD's true purpose for fighting for the Tesseract; to create weapons of mass destruction in defense against other worlds. She soon began to develop a pulsating migraine, and she felt like she was going to throw up all over the floor with the nausea it brought on. So she slowly stepped down from the table and walked out of the lab. While she had been forcing the conversation out of her mind she still listened up to that point to better understand the problems they were having with each other. She came to the conclusion that they were now merely insulting one another.

In the hall Chenault heard footsteps behind her and a deep, booming voice questioned her. "You, small one, what is your purpose here?" She turned and saw the almighty Thor clutching his hammer as he stopped in front of her, eying her in a peculiar fashion.

"...I beg your pardon?" She stepped back slightly, clutching her head.

"Forgive me for being so forward," he chuckled, "but there's something different about you. You are not like the other people in that room." Chenault shook her head and paused, that was exactly what his brother had told her.

"I—do not know what you mean." Thor stepped closer and Chenault suddenly felt like a powerful lift in her body and she felt energized and her migraine dwindled down to nearly nothing.

"Wh—" There was suddenly a large crash and Thor jumped toward her in protection as they both flew to the ground from the hollowing impact of the explosion.

"Come with me!" Thor yelled out in a gruff tone and ran down the hall. Chenault looked around quickly but was suddenly pulled by Thor down the hall, she knew he was heading towards Loki's cage and she had to stop them. "What is it?"

"You know very well what that did to Banner, he'll take the entire helicarrier down to the oceans before we could stop him."

"You are right." They went down to the lower level and watched silently for the Hulk to make his appearance. "Wait here. Do not move. I will be back, I promise you."

While Chenault did not take many orders she knew that her life depended on this man and she waited. She heard clashing, clanging, moaning, yells and growls for several minutes before she felt a hand on her arm. She jumped but saw it was Thor and followed him quickly.

"Stay behind me." Thor said as he gripped his hammer in his fist as they entered the room that held Loki. But what Thor then saw in the doorway of Loki's cage made him yell and run forward. Chenault jumped forward, knowing instantly that it was a trap.

"Thor stop!" Thor fell through Loki's hologram and Chenault fell right on top of him as the door was slammed and locked shut behind them.

"Are you ever going to not fall for that?" Loki addressed his brother sarcastically. Thor growled and banged his hammer on the glass. Chenault grabbed Thor's arm to stop him from banging again as the entire cage shook beneath them. Loki smiled and looked at Chenault as he walked toward the control panel, "Shame you had to follow him in there, my Lady Chenault, had you cooperated you'd be headed toward a better, bright and rich life. Indeed a shame."

"Not today it isn't." Everyone's head turned to Agent Coulson holding a huge gun, "Hey there."

Chenault watched intently but her eyes suddenly blurred and her head spun only to come back into focus when Loki stabbed Coulson in the back with his scepter.

"No!" Thor yelled and banged his arm on the glass.

"I'm so very sorry, Thor—Chenault—but this is how it must be." Or what Loki would have said had he not let his thin finger press down on the button so quickly, releasing the glass cage from the bottom of the ship. Chenault cried out, trying to gain a barring, a hold on something but the zero gravity took it's own course. Thor fought with the gravity just the same, only banging his hammer on the glass whenever he got the chance. Chenault saw faintly the ground as she felt Thor's arm wrap around her.

"Hold on to me!" He yelled and Chenault held on with all her measly strength as Thor flew them both toward the glass, shattering through it, and sliding and jumping several hundred yards as the ground broke their fall.

Thor woke suddenly to the sun in his eyes and jumped up quickly. The first thing he looked for was his hammer but then he quickly remembered he had not been alone and yelled out Chenault's name until he heard a rustle of grass behind him.

"Chenault?" He ran toward her and knelt down, he shook her shoulders and did not recognize any movement to come from her chest. Thor clinched his jaws and rested his head on Chenault's chest. He jumped when he felt it go up. His smile broke through and he shook her hastily.

"Oh, god, stop it!" Chenault cried and slapped his hands away lazily while rubbing her eyes. Thor smiled once more before he walked over to his hammer.

"Come here, we have much to discuss before we head back to the city." Chenault stood slowly, as if testing waters with every step she took. She watched as he threw his hammer far out into the distance and turned his back. Chenault gave him a confused look before he looked at her with a strange look of expectation on his face. "Catch it."

"Are you joking?" She heard a swoosh coming from the West and she looked intensely at the small black spot that was his hammer, it soon became bigger and she held out her hand. She caught it but at the same time it took her to the ground with a thunk. Chenault grunted and stood, pulling the hammer up with her and handed it to Thor. He looked at her shocked, as if she'd just done a compelling magic trick or told him something unforgettably amazing.

Thor gripped his hammer in his fist, almost like he was checking to see if it was the right one and looked up at Chenault once more.

"What?"

"That's impossible. How were you capable of grasping Mjonlir?"

"Mjonlir?"

"Only that which is worthy may possess the power of Thor, may hold Mjonlir as their rightful weapon." Thor watched her suspiciously, eying her closely.

"I did not know it was that type of hammer...if I tell you something strange, do you promise not to laugh?"

"I promise I will not, Lady Chenault." He bowed his head.

"Back on the helicarrier I felt an energy almost ignite from within me when you were near me, like a starter or gasoline on fire...I'm beginning to understand that I do not fully understand my strengths just yet." Thor smiled brightly at her, as if he was a teacher and she was his student who just understood what no else had yet to grasp. Thor felt she was different, and she spoke in ways he could very easily understand, he liked that.

"Come then. We must test the limits of these strengths in the battle against my brother." His face grew solemn then when he remembered Loki. Chenault stepped toward him, pulling him from the depths of his mind and grasped his arm tightly in reassurance, if not only for Thor but also for herself.

"Just don't drop me."