Well, he's another chapter! Sorry for the typos in the last chapter. I wanted to get the chaper out to you, so I didn't proofread it. Mistake! Anyways, this chapter was fun to write. Oh, out of curiosity, does anyone know why I named this story Green and Gray? Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers.

The Avengers were assembled in the briefing room as Fury gave the assignments.

"We're going to do this a little differently. It's an undercover operation. We scanned Stark Tower, and there isn't a soul inside. We need to find Loki before he opens the portal. If you have a suit. Have it on under regular clothes. Secc, your normal clothes are fine. We'll set you down in different parts of the city, and we'll have cameras on you at all times. Stark, you stay at Stark Tower. You're too easily recognized. And whatever you do, do not blow your cover until you get the OK."

As suddenly as Fury had entered. He left. Clint, Natasha, and Steve went to change into normal clothes. Kayla followed Tony to the ramp they were to leave from. "This is weird... People telling me how to do my job, me working with a group, smiling... It's so different from how I lived before, I don't think I can ever go back to it." Kayla blurted abruptly.

Tony smiled at her. "You get used to it after a while. Come on. Show time."

Kayla walked the busy streets of New York City, trying to blend in with the crowd. She continued to turn her head from left to right, searching for the God of Mischief. Her mind wandered from person to person.

"... get dinner for the kids..."

"... buy tickets for..."

"... tell Nancy I need to..."

"... a can of coffee, a bag of sugar, some fruit..."

She shook her head, frustrated. How am I supposed to find him with all these people? She wondered. Kayla sat on a bench, and scanned the crowd. Nothing. After about an hour, she stood, stretched, and continued walking. Suddenly, there was as large flash of light, several yard to her left. The people jumped back from the figure standing in the middle of the sidewalk. They formed a curiously circle around him. There was Loki, standing in full battle armor, with cape, staff, and helmet.

"Oh, no," Kayla muttered.

"People of Earth. Meet your new ruler. Prepare yourselves for a new era of the human race. One of submission, of humility. I am your king. Loki."

"Found him." Kayla switched her earpiece on. "Fury, I've locked on to my target. Let me go in. I can do this."

"Not yet. Let's see what he does."

Loki tossed his staff in the air, and it flew towards Stark Tower. A blue light flashed, and slowly, the portal began to open.

"Sorry, Fury! I'm going in..."

Kayla burst into the middle of the ring and fired balls of ice at Loki. Blue magic curled down Loki's arms, and he deflected the ice with energy like it was shooting from his staff. She rolled out of the way, then came up, gray eyes blazing, ice spraying.

She heard whispers of, "It's the Shadow!"

Loki vanished, and Kayla roared, "Coward!"

She waited, circling around, searching the skies. Suddenly, there was the sound of breaking glass high up. Tony flew out of Stark Tower, his Iron Man suit flying after him. Kayla leapt onto a surfboard of ice and surfed the water currents in the air to the broken window. She jumped through the jagged hole and slid to a stop on the smooth tile floor. There Loki stood, triumphantly smirking out a window still intact. He hadn't noticed Kayla's entrance. An exquisite dagger of ice appeared in her hand, and she snuck softly up behind him. Fast as lightning, she put the razor sharp tip to his throat.

"Make a move," she dared him.

Loki whipped his arm around, and she dodged a ball of energy. The ice dagger clattered to the floor. Perfect spheres of ice were thrown at him, but he swatted them away. The ceiling above Kayla crackled with blue energy, then collapsed on top of her. She was instantly buried in the onslaught of metal. She could barely breath through the thick dust.

Loki bent down and lifting the undamaged dagger off the floor. "I see you've been practicing," he said as he admired the craftsmanship. The handle was engraved and the blade swooped slightly.

Kayla struggled, but she couldn't move a muscle. She was buried too deep. "Kayla to anyone. I need assistance. Repeat. I need assistance. I am in Stark Tower with Loki, on the floor with the broken window. Repeat. I need assistance." She whispered quietly into her earpiece.

Almost instantaneously, Tony flew in and blasted the rubble of her. She leapt up happily and turned to Loki, whose arm still glowed with energy. Catching him off guard, Kayla launched herself at the god, and they both went tumbling over the edge. After several yards down, a Chitauri hovercraft caught them both. Sadly, Kayla's back took the brunt of the impact, and she was on the bottom. She cried out in pain, and that momentarily distracted her. The two seconds of nothing from her gave Loki the advantage. Hs fingertips were bright with blue bits of energy, and they were aimed right at her face. Kayla stared at them in fear.

"Well, Kayla. It looks like we have plenty of time to get reacquainted." Loki purred.