A/N: Chapter two has landed! Time to introduce the OC... It still seems a little bit weird and bitty, but I think it's a bit better this time. Also, can I say, I've had a couple of people add this to story alert already? Thank you if you did :) On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, but I do own my OC ;)

The corridors seemed even longer than they had done before, especially with the two armed security guards by his sides. Thor had… worried a few people upon entering SHIELD's new Headquarters, but someone had recognised him and seen to it that he got to Director Fury. The security guards stopped outside a long black door. They left Thor behind as he knocked on it. There was silence from within. However, as he knocked again, hard enough to rattle the door, it was answered by a bald, angry-looking man with an eye patch. He looked at Thor intently.

"Well, well." He said. "The god of thunder. What's your business here?"

"I have important news."

"Well, go on, then."

"Loki has escaped." Fury, who had previously been watching his computer screens carefully, looked up.

"And the Tesseract?" He asked.

"It is still safe with us. I used it to travel here, and then sent it back to Asgard."

"So you're stuck here?"

"Yes. I believed I owed you the truth as soon as possible; that is far more important than my comfort." Fury nodded slowly.

"Thank you for the information. As you know, we will have to contact the other Avengers; wherever they are, they need to get here."

"I was aware of this, yes. If you need assistance in reaching them, I-"

"We'll be fine, thank you. No offense, but you aren't good with our technology."

Half an hour later, Captain America was woken up as sand blew into his face. The partygoers down the beach were dancing happily, despite the minor sandstorm that was being whipped up by the SHIELD helicopter. Steve Rogers stood up and stared. He knew this day would come; just not that it would be quite so soon. He ran over to the chopper and got in. He said to the pilot:

"What's happened?"

"Loki. He's escaped from Asgard." The pilot replied.

"Am I the only one?" He looked around at the empty helicopter.

"No, just the first. You were nearest, and you don't have a phone. Stark, Barton and Romanov are getting here their own ways. We need to go get Banner; no one can get a hold of him."

"Alright." Steve sat down and strapped on a headset, then realised there was something he didn't know. "Hold on. I was nearest to what?"

"New HQ. You and Stark are the only Avengers still in the USA."

"What state is it in?"

"Nevada. Middle of the desert."

"Alright. So, where's Bruce?"

"Scotland. Still working as a doctor."

"Great."

"Yeah, it's gonna be a long ride."

Black Widow picked up the phone and heard a voice she recognised.

"Fury?" She shouted over the sound of the wind. She turned to her companion and said: "Clint, slow down." He did so, and the wind lessened slightly. Into the phone, she said: "Sorry. What was it?" A long pause. "Loki? But that's not… No, I know, obviously… Yes, we can transport ourselves. As soon as we find a plane to steal." She hung up and told Clint: "We need to go back down."

"I know. Loki, right? We need a plane."

"Precisely. Turn around." She held on as Hawkeye performed a sharp U-turn and accelerated down the mountain, towards the airfield they knew was not far away.

Stark pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open, excusing himself from the overly-amorous guest whom he had been avoiding all day, but had finally caught up with him. After a short battle, he answered the phone.

"Hello? Oh, Mr Fury, hello again… Ooh, really? Loki? I'd better suit up, I guess… Yup. Gimme an hour. I'll be there." He flipped the phone closed again, and stood on a table to address his guests, wobbling slightly.

"Hey there, everyone. Listen, I'm very sorry, but you're gonna have to clear out, you all know my job, and I got work to do."

"What's happened?" called one guest.

"Oh, it's probably nothing. False alarm, I daresay. But I gotta get my suit on, and no one likes changing in public." The guests sighed and grumbled, but left his apartment.

"Alright." Stark said. "JARVIS? You ready?"

"Never more so, sir."

"Then let's go."

Bruce Banner climbed into the helicopter reluctantly, leaving his patient's notes behind for a colleague to deal with. However, he did have the equipment they had used to track Loki the year before. He thought it could come in useful, and it would be nice to see something familiar in the new lab. He sorted himself out in the helicopter, and was greeted warmly by Steve as they took off.

"Dr Banner, how are you?" he said.

"I'm good, thank you. But call me Bruce, please. I think we've been through enough to count each other as friends now."

"I'm sorry. I'm still not quite up to date with this century."

"Not a problem, my friend. Where are we headed?"

"Nevada; that's where the new HQ is."

"Alright then. That's a damn long way from Scotland."

"I know. But you know the drill."

"I do. Loki again?"

"Of course."

Hawkeye landed the plane on the SHIELD airfield and disembarked, followed closely by Black Widow. They were back in their uniforms now, ready to do what was necessary. But as they were walking to the doors, Natasha stopped. She said:

"We're being watched, I can feel it. Go inside."

"What?"

"Go inside. I can deal with this." Clint hesitated, but nodded and did as he was told, as he didn't have his trusty bow with him. Natasha took out her gun and said:

"Alright, I know you're out here. Come on. I won't hurt you. Much." Suddenly, she found herself on the ground, her gun having skittered a few feet away across the concrete. She sat up and found herself facing a young girl dressed in a sleeveless white jumpsuit, holding two long swords.

"Who are you?" Natasha asked.

"That's none of your business." The girl swung her swords around, only just giving Natasha enough time to duck. She picked up her gun and began to fire shots at the girl, but she was agile. She dodged all six, then, without giving her time to reload, jumped high in the air, spun around, and caught her across the jaw with her heavy white Doc Marten boots. Natasha swayed, stepped back, and sat down heavily. The girl advanced on her with a sword. But seconds later, she was caught by the shoulder and forced back, down onto the ground. She got up quickly, but froze when the barrel of Nick Fury's gun was pressed to her neck.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her.

"I got here by accident."

"And your name?" She was silent. "I said, your name?" he pressed a little harder with the gun.

"That's not something I'm willing to tell you."

"Then you leave me no choice." He pulled back the hammer of the gun and she relented.

"Alright! They call me Flame. That's all I'm saying."

Okay, you know what, I've decided that I cannot have this bittiness anymore. From the next chapter, I will do this in First person POV. Hope that doesn't make it weird or something. Anyway. Reviews are lovely things to recieve ;)