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…Chapter Seven…

After a five hour plane ride, non-stop, Steve, Darcy, and Samantha finally arrived at Stark Industries, about an hour after that or so later. They walked into the building and went into the elevator, then Steve pressed the star 10 button, and the doors closed.

"Hey." Samantha heard and glanced up at Steve. "Are you okay?"

"Not really. I have this, uh, thing with elevators."

As the elevator started moving down, Steve saw Samantha starting to panic. "Just hold her." Darcy mouthed to him.

Steve wrapped his arms around her. "I got you." he whispered in her ear.

Samantha just nodded into his chest as she felt the elevator moving, hoping that it would end soon. When they reached the bottom, down below ten stories, Steve let go of her as the doors opened, and she chuckled, looking around. "So, are we in the Bat cave or what?"

Darcy nudged her arm. "Let's go, Sam."

Samantha noticed the different tone in Darcy's voice and thought it was a little strange as they walked into a conference room - where she saw Jane, Erik, and Clint. She recognized Tony Stark, but the six other people, she's never seen before, sitting at a long table.

"Have a seat." the man with the eye patch, at the head of the table offered. After the three of them sat down in the empty chairs, the man continued, looking right at Samantha. "Miss Foster…"

"Please." she held up her hand, cutting him off. "Just call me Sam."

"Okay, Sam… first, let me introduce everyone." he pointed one by one. "Agent Natasha Romanoff - AKA Black Widow, Dr. Bruce Banner - Hulk, Tony Stark - Iron Man, Thor." he paused. "Them, plus Steve - Captain America and Clint - Hawkeye are the Avengers."

Samantha's eyes widened a little, staring at Thor. "When the hell did she bring him back?" she thought to herself.

"I'm Director Nick Fury, that's Agent Coulson, and Agent Maria Hill - we are SHIELD." he cleared his throat, getting her attention. "The reason why you were brought here today, is because we have reason to believe that we - as in the people of this world - is in danger. Tell me something, Sam… have you been in contact with Loki?"

Samantha saw the looks that everyone was giving her and she figured that lying would be pointless. "Yes." she sighed in defeat. "I have."

"When?" Thor asked.

"The first time was over two and a half months ago, at my job in San Diego, and again, two weeks ago, the night I came into town."

"Did Loki tell you why he was here or what he wanted?"

Samantha narrowed her eyes at Fury, crossing her arms. "What's this really about?"

"He created an army to destroy the world with everyone in it."

"Wait, what?" Samantha was confused, and sat up a little. "No way. Why would he do that?"

"Because, Sam." Jane spoke up. "By bringing Thor back, Loki lost his chance to go to Asgard."

"And that pissed him off." Tony added, taking a sip of his Scotch. "He's hell bent on taking over."

"Oh, no." she put her head in her hands. "I can't believe this is happening." she thought, then looked up. "Okay, I knew he wanted to go back to Asgard, but he never said nothing to me about any of his army."

"And why would he?" Natasha asked. "He's the master of deceit, lies, and mayhem."

"Sam." Fury started. "Do you recall that block of buildings that blew up in Santa Fe, a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, the news said that there was some kind of gas leak, that caused a chain reaction."

"No, Sweetheart." Tony shook his head. "All of that was Loki's handy work."

"When exactly did that happen?"

"The night you met Steve and Clint, at the bar." Natasha added.

Samantha started thinking back to that night, what they said before she left Loki in the hotel room and the conversation with him the next morning. "I stayed, like you asked." she remembered what he told her, then her eyes widened a little, realizing that he lied to her face. "Perfect." she slammed her head on the table.

"Now." Fury crossed his arms. "I suggest you stay here, until we capture Loki, and eliminate the problem."

Samantha snapped her head up. "Eliminate? What do you mean? You're gonna just kill him?"

"He's a threat to everyone and we have no choice. We will do what we have to… to protect the people." Fury explained.

Samantha glanced at Thor. "He's your brother, right? You're just going to sit back and let it happen?"

Thor sighed. "He made his choice and there is nothing I can say or do to stop him."

"Well, then." she glanced at Fury. "Just let me talk to him. I'll get him to change his mind."

Fury shook his head. "We won't take the chance of him hurting or possibly killing you."

Thor glanced at Samantha. "You have no idea what Loki's capable of or what he will do when someone or something gets in his path."

"No." she shook her head. "I honestly believe that wouldn't physically hurt me."

"How can you be sure?" Natasha asked.

"I just…" she paused, seeing all eyes on her, then she looked down. "I just know, okay? I have a strong feeling in my gut that he won't."

"Well, again, Sam." Fury sighed. "We're not taking the chance of putting you in the line of fire."

Samantha sighed in defeat, leaning back in the chair. "What the fuck ever." she mumbled.

Fury frowned, then glanced over at Jane. "Go ahead and show Sam where she'll be staying."

"Okay." Jane stood up, as did Samantha, then both of them walked out, and went down the long hallway, into a room. "You can stay in here, until everything blows over." Samantha just nodded, looking around seeing a full size bed, dressers, a desk, closet, a flat screen TV, and a bathroom. "Sam." Jane said, breaking the silence. "Why didn't you say anything about Loki?"

Samantha crossed her arms. "How long has Thor been here?"

"For three days."

"What?" Samantha looked at her incredulously. "And all that time we've been hanging out, figuring out a way to get him back, he was already here? Making me busting my ass to help you, when you didn't even need it?"

"Well, you failed to mention to us that Loki had been with you."

Samantha shrugged. "I didn't think it was important."

"It wasn't important!" Jane shouted. "Almost five months ago, he sent the Destroyer to kill Thor, his friends, the town, and us… and you didn't think that him being here wasn't important? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"Actually I haven't, but thanks for asking." she smirked.

"Jesus, Sam, can't you take anything serious?"

"Uh… no. Why should I? Life is too damn short to be so serious all the time. Damn, live a little, Jane! Get that stick out of your ass and stop being a bitch about it. Hell, go get laid or something. Maybe that will calm your nerves." Jane just glared at Samantha a few seconds, then shook her head, before storming out. "UGH!" Samantha groaned out loud, falling back on the bed. "I can't believe this shit is happening."

"Hey." she heard, then lifted her head, and looked over seeing Steve leaning on the door frame. "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah." she sat up. "Just having a disagreement with Jane, but I'm fine."

"I heard." he nodded.

Samantha waved her hand. "It's nothing new. We're always fighting about something and if it ain't one thing, it's another."

"Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good."

"Alright." he nodded again. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"Thanks." she smiled, then he smiled back, before he turned around, and walked down the hallway. "Perfect." she groaned out loud and closed her eyes. "Just fucking perfect." Suddenly, Samantha's eyes widened as she jumped quickly out of the bed and ran into the bathroom to throw up in the toilet.

A/N: It's a bit on the short side, but enjoy this awesomeness anyways!