The Fight

With the power surging through her she calculated every move. However, his words ignited her impulses as she was almost forced to reply.

"Call me weak again," she threw her fists into the air lifting the small drops on the ground into a hovering position. "I dare you."

Captain America looked around stunned and surprised. His view of her changed from another citizen that he needed to protect to a superhuman ally.

Her hands were still above her had, in a fighting stance. She resembled a praying mantis, as if she was going to jump out and attack him.

This was the first stance she learned. Red Flag was preparing her for war; a war that existed only in their dreams. They didn't predict, though, the fact that she was cunning and smart.

In their eyes she was a lost soul with out hope who talked to inanimate objects and had the eyes of a dead man, but they soon started noticing her pike in interest of fighting. The higher ups thought that she was learning her place in their society, so the investigation into her strange actions was cut short.

One of her arms became straight like a sword. Quickly she used her arm to slice through the air. The water particles fallowed her hand motion and formed together to slash Loki in the side.

Stunned he looked at her, and for a second his eyes showed complete fear. The fear changed into suspicion which then moved onto mischief. His crooked smile was once again chiseled into his marble face.

"I see this pony has a few tricks," he grinned at her. "Too bad it's only a few."

He then lunged at her, ready to take her heart into his control. He moved his staff so that with a few steps it would hit her heart. His sudden movement left him open for Arial attacks.

A helicopter swooped by and attacked Loki with a voice projected onto a loud speaker. The voice was feminine and had a major resemblance to the red haired women that Lillian met earlier. She ordered Loki to put down his staff, which set him into a state of confusion as he wraps his head around the sudden intrusion.

"Oh I can't do that now" he shouted while turning his eye contract to the helicopter.

Lilian took this as a chance to make her move. She spread her feet apart from each other into a fighting stance. Her hands moved until they looked like two shallow cups. Her foot reached out and swiped against the ground, her arm followed suit. Together they pushed the small left over water droplets under Loki's feet and made his slip onto his behind.

A song, predominantly rock, was suddenly projected onto the loud speaker keeping the women from speaking. Out of the sky came the Iron Man, a red and gold suit of armor covering a single man. The man landed with a bang onto the ground, scaring Loki into submission.

"Put your hands up" The Iron Man demanded.

Loki complied and lighted his hands until his elbows were past his ears.

The Iron Man looked at Lillian with what seemed to be suspicion. "You can tell me later about your water mojo, but right now we need to get Loki into the helicopter"

Lillian nodded and helped the Iron Man and Captain America take Loki into the helicopter. Once inside she decided to place herself across from Loki, she felt that if he moved then she could be the first to constrain him.

Minutes of silence went by until Loki finally spoke: "You look rather familiar, have we met?"

Natasha could hear the remnants of their conversation. She stiffened realizing that the resemblance he saw was because of Clint. Clint, she thought, that word trailed on in her head, oh Clint.

All of a sudden lighting strikes itself into view, scarring the people onboard the helicopter.

"Scared of a lil' lightning?" Captain asked Loki, noticing his startled look.

"I'm not quite fond of what follows."

A loud boom comes from the roof of the helicopter. A man jumps down and grabs a hold of Loki. The man left as quickly as he came into the dense forest that they were flying over at the time.

Lillian finding it her duty to watch over the mischievous maniac was the first one to jump of the helicopter and follow after them.

The wind glided through her hair as she free felled through the night air. She spread herself out like a kite before condensing again. She hit the ground with a slight rumble. To her left was Loki, alone, the man moved by Iron man. She looked at him directly waiting for his first movement.

"You look like one of my minions, the man with arrows, you must know him."

Why hello there, may I make your acquaintance? But first, answer he a single question, of all elements, made up and real, what is your most favorable? Now I hope you do have a nice day/night/afternoon, while I try to count the sheep. Too-da-loo