Nick Fury made his appearance soon after. He glanced over in Natasha's direction and his eyes met with hers, summoning her over.
"I'll be right back," she told Loki. She rose, only to have him hold her hand in an effort to keep her. Her hand slipped out of his grasp and she joined the others, now gathered together over Thanos's unconscious form.
"I'll have him locked up and keep my eye on him at all times," Fury began.
"Better do it quickly. I'm not sure how much longer he'll be out for," Natasha added.
"Or kill him now," said Loki, appearing from behind her.
"Not until we find out what more he wants. He has an army of his own, doesn't he?" Fury glared at Loki.
"He spoke not a word of that to me."
"Let's take him away now, then," suggested Tony.
Loki clenched his fists at his side.
"You can talk revenge later," Fury warned Loki. "Until then, let's keep the fighting at a minimum. We've all lost a member of the team. One of our strongest agents," he added. "I'm sorry, Loki," he said before turning away and making his exit.
"Some help here?" Tony asked as he grabbed Thanos by an arm.
Steve and Clint went over to help him, leaving Loki, Natasha, Bruce, and Thor's body alone.
Loki went over to the table where his Brother lay. He heard Natasha take a step towards him, but kept his back to her. "I would like to be alone…"
"Alright…"
"Natasha," began Bruce. "Clint said you were hurt?..."
She flexed a hand, feeling no pain. She was sure, though, that under her jacket were marks to prove something.
His eyes fell upon the fading red mark at her neck. He reached out a steady hand to touch her, but she stepped away.
"I'm fine."
"You have someone else to think about, Natasha," he gently reminded her.
She lowered her eyes as a hand traced along her lower abdomen. This habit of her taking action was going to be a hard one to break. True, she had to think about her child, but since she was young, she had grown so accustomed to a life of fighting and reckless acts. "It's all still sinking in, I guess."
"Old habits," he said. "Just take it easy," he told her with an assuring smile.
She nodded, knowing full well that her body was already recognizing her child as foreign object, if not for the special medications to keep it alive. She feared that any more of her role as the Black Widow would cause her to lose it. She stared in Loki's direction, knowing that he couldn't take another loss.
Loki reached a hand out to touch Thor's face. It frightened him to feel the cool stiffness of his flesh. He placed both hands above Thor's heart where he had been stabbed and used everything his powers to revive his Brother, only to find his efforts were useless. Wallowing in his failed efforts, he sank to the floor and bit his lip to stop from crying out. He felt Natasha's arms encircle his neck and he reached up to touch her hand.