A massive explosion shook the entire ship, shattering the glass and launching people in all directions. Natasha and Bruce were launched out of the room, falling down a floor. Fury, Steve, Tony, Thor and Atea were launched to the side, still in the room.

Atea groaned, spots clouded her vision, and she lay there for a few minutes, trying to clear her head.

When she got up, no one was around her. The lab was a mass, everything was shattered and there was a hole in the centre. She rushed out of the room, figuring that the control deck would be the best bet to find someone. She started running that way, but noticed that the halls were completely empty, and slowed down. She walked quietly, trying to make as little sound as possible. There were a group of soldiers ahead of her, though she didn't know if they were hostile or not. They seemed not to notice her, and she followed them to the control room. The soldiers threw a grenade into the room, then walked into it one by one. The first two were killed by Fury, so the rest took cover.

Which means I won't be able to get to that room without them noticing me. Unless. . .

Atea visualized the control room in her mind, shutting her eyes tightly and hoping for the best. She'd been training her teleporting skill, travelling from locations that were farther apart each time. She could even bring objects with her.

When Atea opened her eyes, she was in the control room, right beside Fury who was still shooting at the enemies.

"What's going on?" She shouted.

He looked back at her, surprised, "Loki got what he wanted; the Hulk is unleashed and attacking Romanoff and Thor. Engine three is down, so Steve and Tony are taking care of it. You have to stay here, out of harms way."

"But I can help! This is what I've been trained for!"

"Not this! Not a surprise attack. What would you even do?"

"I-I don't know." Atea felt useless, there was nothing she could do, she couldn't fight these soldiers, they were too strong. The Hulk was out of the question, and she'd be even more useless trying to help Steve and Tony.

"I thought so. Just stay here."

"Wait!" An idea popped into her head, "What about Loki?"

"He isn't a priority right now."

Atea grumbled, but followed his orders. He continued to shoot at the soldiers.

She noticed something out of the corner of her eye, a man was drawing an arrow.

"Fury!" She screamed, pointing at the man.

He followed her finger, seeing the man in the window and started to shoot. He dodged the bullets and shot his arrow. It was heading straight for Atea.

Time moved slowly, she didn't know if it was just her, or everyone else felt it too. Atea tried to manipulate the arrow, to stop it in midair, but it kept flying straight at her. I've done this before, come on! Work! She was too flustered, her mind wasn't thinking clearly.

Fury pushed her to the side, the arrow missing both of them by an inch. It landed on a computer. Atea had hit her head, hard, on a steel beam. Dots clouded her vision, and before she could do anything, her vision faded and she was unconscious.

She woke up again, I've been unconscious way too many times in the last month, she told herself, making a mental note of being aware of her surroundings. She guessed that she was in some sort of infirmary, the room was much lighter than her own. A few nurses were walking around, checking others. It must have been busy since the explosion. She tried to get up, but a nurse came over and stopped her.

"Ah ah ah," she told Atea, "you aren't ready to get up just yet."

"No, I'm fine," Atea replied, immediately after, her head throbbed and the room spun.

"No. You aren't. I'll put you on some more sedatives." The nurse poked a needle into Atea's arm, it prickled.

Atea started to protest, until the drowsiness from the sedative hit her and she blacked out.

"...When will she..."

"...Hit her head..."

"...Can't come out... Another day..."

"...Tell me..."

Atea could only catch snippets of the conversation. Her body ached, she attempted to open her eyes and pain seared through her. Sleep was the only option.

A day later, Atea was awake. Her body was sore and her head throbbed dully, but she felt much better. The nurses let her go at noon. She walked towards the control room, the nurses told her that Fury was waiting for her there.

When she got there, Steve and Tony were sitting at the table, they weren't speaking, and they didn't look at each other. Fury was in the middle of talking, there were four bloodied cards on the table. They looked like vintage trading cards of some sort.

"... He died still believing in this idea."

Died? Who died? Atea worried.

She walked into the room, Fury noticed her.

"Atea, you're awake."

"How long have I been out?

"A day."

"Oh." She had nothing else to say, she didn't want to ask who died, but she needed to know what had happened while she was gone.

"What happened? While I was out, I mean."

"Banner is gone, we had to get him off the ship to keep everyone safe, Thor is also out, he was tricked by Loki and fell in the holding cell. Romanoff and Barton - he's the one who'd been taken by Loki - Romanoff is helping him fight off the last of the magic, Stark and Rogers are here. Coulson is dead."

Tony stood up quickly, upon hearing the end of Fury's explanation, and left the room. Steve looked at Atea, he was upset she could tell, but she didn't know what to do. She wished that she could reverse time. Why couldn't I see this happening? Why are my visions always about Loki? I could have stopped all of this!

Steve got up, and followed after Tony. It was only Fury and Atea left.

"I'm sorry," she said. There were tears in her eyes.

"For what? For not seeing this? None of this is your fault Atea. It would have helped, but you can't control your visions."

"But Coulson is dead. He's dead because my fucking powers are useless!" She screamed. Fury looked taken aback at her swearing, but she was angry. She was upset and she couldn't hold it all in.

"He is not dead because you didn't foresee it!" Fury yelled back, "He's dead because we all were busy, he's dead because Loki overpowered him, tricked him."

Atea sprinted out of the control room and straight back to her own. Once she was there she fell on the bed and started to sob. She cried for what seemed like hours, every sob shaking her entire body. The tears dampened her pillow, creating a puddle. Her door opened and Fury came in. He said nothing, and a moment later he left. Natasha came in later, but she didn't leave. She sat on the bed and stroked Atea's hair while she cried. Natasha didn't say anything, but the fact that she was here helped Atea. There was nothing to be said, but Atea had never felt lonelier than she'd felt right now.

By the time she finished crying, her pillow was wet with tears. She felt exhausted. Atea wiped her eyes and sniffled, Natasha was still there, she looked at Atea and she could see that Nat's eyes were red and damp as well. She must have been crying too.

"I'm sorry," Atea whispered, "I don't even know why I was crying."

"It's fine. I understand," Nat replied, "This is more than what you ever imagined. You never knew this is what was going to happen. You couldn't have foreseen it."

Atea wasn't sure what Natasha was talking about; this whole surprise attack, or Atea's life in total. Still, she was grateful for Natasha's company.

"Thank you. For staying here with me, I'm sure you had better things to do."

"Atea, I don't think you realize how important you are. People may act like they don't necessarily want you here, but they do. You helped pull us together. You showed us that we weren't being a team. No one else but you."
"Is Barton okay? Did he make it through?" Atea asked, changing the subject. She was sick about hearing of what she could and couldn't do, or what she was capable of.

"Yeah," Nat replied, smiling, "He's fine now."

"Well at least Loki didn't ruin everything."

They both laughed, sniffling.