Fucking Crazy Eyes with his fucking magic and his fucking enemies that felt the need to drag her around with them. At least the Captain America wannabe gave her the time to go get the bag she'd stowed in the museum's safety box before leading her to the jet thingy but that just meant that a lot of people got a good look at her and she was sure to be internet famous in a matter of hours.

(Which meant that she totally won the bet she had going on with Claire, Mila knew she would be internet famous way before her)

"Tony Stark." Iron Man, who had dropped in just in time for the fight to be over and then pouted about the same, introduced himself as if there was even the possibility of anyone on Earth not knowing his name. She'd been to ridiculously isolated peaks without any cell phone service that knew of him. "I saw the security footage of what you did back at the museum. That was impressive."

"You should see me with a hockey stick." She rooted around in her bag and pulled the hockey stick she'd stowed in there just before reaching the energy bar, sleeping mask and noise cancelling headphones. The hockey stick went back in and she arranged the bag as she usually did in flight, under her seat with her feet weaving through the handles loosely. It probably wasn't safe but being in a metal container in mid-air never felt particularly safe either and this grounded her in a way nothing else did. She devoured the energy bar in a few quick bites and put the wrapper into her pocket for throwing away when she found a garbage bin and settled the sleeping mask over her eyes.

"Umm what are you doing?"

"I don't like flying and I have a migraine." She said candidly pulling one side of the sleeping mask down. "Also Crazy Eyes keeps on looking at me like he's a five year old and I stole his toy car. I don't have the patience for that right now."

Crazy Eyes snarled and just began to say something that was bound to be insulting so she just put the noise cancelling headphones on and relaxed as much as she could.

In her little sensory deprivation bubble complete with ambient music she fell into a lethargic state. She couldn't fall asleep, it was a psychosomatic thing she could never fall asleep when flying, but she was pretty close to it. The flight on the jet wasn't that different from one on a normal plane. There was some turbulence in between, she could feel the shudders in the aircraft but she'd been through worse so she just kept on sitting there, eyes closed, earphones on, willing herself to be as Zen as possible.

A tap on the shoulder snapped her out of it and she took the sleeping mask off to find that although they hadn't quite landed yet they've been joined by a tall blonde man with muscles bigger than her head.

"We picked up a hitchhiker?" She asked and when she saw the others she realised they look a bit frayed at the ends and all of them seem to have leaves and splinters in their hair except for Tony Stark but even his Iron Man armour was a bit bent. "You guys looked wrecked."

They stared at her in disbelief. Rude.

"Can't believe you slept through all of that." Stark shook his head and she looked around trying to figure out why he'd jerked her out of her nice meditative state.

"I didn't sleep." She said and leaned forward to see through the cockpit window to see that there was a gaping space in thin air where an apparently invisible flying thing had opened the doors to the hangar where the jet was going to land. "And my period of non-sleeping keeps on increasing. Great."

From one flying machine to another. Fucking hell.

With the slightest of jostling, the jet landed and immediately armed men began running up and down the deck of the hangar and Grapefruit Biceps pulled Crazy Eyes off his seat roughly.

"Loki goes first." He said gruffly and Crazy Eyes just rolled his eyes.

"Who's Loki?" She asked wondering if that was Captain America wannabe's name. His parents must have had a twisted sense of humour.

"My brother." Grapefruit Biceps said as if that cleared up anything at all.

"Right introductions, we didn't do those what with all the thunder and lightning." Stark grinned like a lunatic. Although that did seem to be his default setting. "That's Thor, Loki and Sssssteve."

"Named after Norse Gods and Captain America Wannabe has the same name as the original Cap? Weird little fuckers aren't you?"

"No, no, you misunderstand. They're aliens who live very long lives and are the real deal and this," Stark slung an arm around Ssssteve's shoulders which was not taken well, "is the actual Captain America."

Weird little fuckers did not even begin to cover it.

"Old weird little fuckers then. Even you're like forty eight or something right?" She asked Stark. The others didn't seem up to conversation.

"Excuse you, I am only forty years old."

She blew a raspberry and gave him a thumbs down. In her defence, she was very, very sleepy.

"I'm afraid I didn't catch you name milady." Thor loomed, clearly annoyed by her.

"That's because I didn't throw it."

"Why are you so grumpy?" Stark asked.

"I've spent seventy of the last seventy two hours on planes and the two hours I did spend on ground I was standing in these horribly painful shoes and beating up Loki before he tried something on my Dad, I've earned the right to be grumpy."

"Mortals, no stamina at all." Loki scoffed.

"Dude, look at your hair, you really think anyone's going to take someone with that bad hair seriously. Stamina my ass, you can't even control your hair" He glared at her but she ignored it. The doors opened and Thor and Loki walked out.

"The Winchesters looked more like brothers than those two." She muttered under her breath, so quiet that no one but Stark should have heard her but the two Norse Gods (ha, like she was going to believe that) turned in unison to glare at her. Her hand came up of its own accord, the one fingered salute proudly directed at them but only Loki seemed to understand judging by his snarl (he did that a lot) while Stark giggled (fucking giggled) next to her.

"Mila Schafer?" An armed guard asked.

"Yeah?"

"Follow me Ma'am."

"Do I have to?"

"Don't worry kiddo, I'll keep an eye out for you. I don't trust SHIELD as far as I can throw them." He squeezed her shoulder and left.

"That's so comforting." She muttered and followed the armed man anyway.

Which is how she ended up what looks like an isolation cell.

Oh well, at least she had her iPod.