A/N: Hello everyone! This is kind of double my original intention of two weeks… it's been a month. Sorry, I've been sick again :(

Thanks for waiting though! This chapter will be the end of the first action sequence. But there are around two more actions scenes to follow :)

And thank you for the reviews! Minimonstrosity: Yes, I agree with you completely. I'll try and add more names to my future chapters. Just as a rule of thumb, I usually write Elizabeth in first POV, and the rest in third. But I'll try and clarify that in the future.

Also, you might have noticed, but I deleted an extremely cheesy part from last chapter. I don't want anyone to think I'm writing non-cannon pairings, because I'm not.

Onwards!

I can't count on there being any mistakes this time. After all, how could even he mess up a simple stab? It's not exactly rocket science, and from the looks of it he's been doing a lot of science. I don't mind much, though. I'd always preferred quick stabs or gunshots to, I don't know, poison or something prolonged and painful. Being on the run for most of my life has given me plenty of time to think about death and be morbid.

It's almost comical, looking at the sharp blade approach me in slow motion. I think I'm supposed to have my life pass I'm front of my eyes, but that doesn't happen, instead, there is just the man and his slow lunge. That is, before the man is swept off his feet by a flying object.

Everything speeds up after that. I find myself crouching with my back against the wall, and the man standing in the middle of the room with yet another man grasping his collar and lifting him off the floor. The newcomer is tall, muscular, and blonde, and wearing a similar outfit as the crazy man. Wait a second... I know this person. He's Thor.

He stares at the significantly smaller person now in his grasp. "You are not my brother," he says, confused. "Why are you dressed as he is?"

"That's what I want to know," Tony says, holding out a strange object that looks like it's made out of scrap metal.

"Alright, it's done," Tony says triumphantly to the rest.

"About time," Fury grumbles. It's tough being the head of a team and not being able to do anything. His mood is darker than usual.

"Nice to see you again, Thor," Rogers says, relaxing slightly at the fact that there is now a more realistic ally fighting this man. Elizabeth, as feisty as she may seem, is not the best match, especially without use of her full abilities.

"I shall give you my full greetings later, Captain, when I have gotten rid of this scoundrel," Thor replies angrily.

Tony presses the button on his new machine. His suit comes towards him and immediately he is fully suited. The restraints are pushed off his legs and he is now free. He looks up to see the man battling Thor and flies off to help him.

When the suit was flying out of nowhere, the crazy man had used the distraction to push Thor aside and teleport to the other side of the room. I stand up and - instead of running towards Thor or the man - I run towards the team. I'm such an idiot to not have thought of this sooner: if I stay inside with them, I'll be able to stay safe while protecting them. I'm halfway there when I hear someone shout, "Get down!" I don't bother to look anymore but press myself to the floor. I see a hammer flying across the room and above my head. Observation one: blonde, muscular men like to throw heavy objects. The hammer hits the man straight in the chest. Ouch, I think, that's gotta hurt. Instead of breaking him in half, or at the very least knocking him out, however, the man's chest glows blue and the hammer bounds back. Ok, that's the end of my sympathy. The man looks at me once with great anger in his eyes. He fires once again and all I can do is cover with my head with my hands and hope for the best. Observation two: crazy men like to fire blasts whenever they're mad.

I look up, apparently alive, and see Tony standing in front of me with his arm raised, palm facing towards the man. The man, on the other hand, is lying on the floor dazed. Thor uses this opportunity to yank the scepter out of his hands and with a quick flick Rogers is free. That's all he has time for, as the scepter levitates and returns back to the man, who starts firing randomly at everything and everyone. I practically have to skip to where the rest are, saving myself from the blasts, and observe the two similar heroes fighting the small man. "You join them, Barton, and it'll make three blondies," Tony says, having stopped by to see whether he can take off the rest of the restraints. He is responded with a glare.

Rogers picks up his shield and uses it to fight this criminal. He quickly feels at ease, letting his body do all the work instinctively. Block a blast here by lowering the shield, kick him in the chest with the spare leg. It's all quite easy.

His teamwork with Thor has improved, considering that they've only fought side by side once. They are able to keep this well-prepared man at bay using only a couple of words, but mostly just a glance and a nod. Although, they should have been able to completely overcome him by now. It's unnerving that the man is almost predicting every move that they do, employing various mechanisms to stall or stop them. He peers over the shield to look at the man, only to catch him in the act of teleporting. He quickly swivels around and barely blocks yet another stab with his shield.

This might take a while.

"Alright... I've almost got it..." Tony says as he attempts to take off Romanoff's restraints. He might pretend he acts spontaneously, but I can see that he has considered this decision: Bruce is pretty useless as of now and would only be in the way, and Barton might have a panic attack or at the very least be too traumatized to use his full capacity. Romanoff would be the most useful right now.

I anxiously observe the fight going on, being surprised every time he does his teleporting thing. It's pretty impressive, but also weird. As I'm watching, I see Thor throw his hammer and the man lose his grip on the scepter. It flies out of his hand and spins towards me. I dive towards it, out of the safety of my field. Grabbing it, I aim to release the rest of them. But I realize I'm just holding a stick of metal. "Where are the buttons?" I ask, panicked, to no one in particular.

"There are none," Romanoff says. I vaguely remember her using it during the Manhattan invasion. "Use your mind!"

"Use my mind? Are you insane?" I shout back. Where are all the engineered wires, the scientific buttons and notations? "Uh..." I hesitate, but just close my eyes and think of releasing them. I peek them open only to see that they're still there. "Oh, great," I grumble. I feel a hard smack on the back of my head and the world turns dark for a second. I grip the scepter tighter, determined not to release it. As I expected, the man tries to pull it from my grasp. I need to get him away from me. Suddenly, the scepter fires a blast and rebounds in my hands. Okay, I've figured out one function.

Romanoff appears next to me and takes it from my hands. "Here, like this," she says and quickly releases the rest. There is an incessant beeping from the scepter. It starts to shudder and in a second it disappears. We all look around and see that the man is gone too, along with the restraints and locks.