"We're safe here," Loki assured her.

"No," she warned him. "He has that tracker-this isn't exactly the safest place to be, Loki," she informed him. The last number that she had read on the small TV was '6.' They were only six stories away from the main floor. Being trapped was only making it easier for Thanos to find and kill them. "Help me out here," she said as she attempted to pry open the doors.

Loki's scepter magically formed in his hand and he wedged it between the doors. He attempted to force an opening, but was failing. "Step aside," he advised Natasha.

"What?" She turned her head. "Loki-if you blast it open, he'll find us faster. We might even go falling to the ground!"

"What do you suggest we do? We're driven into a corner!" he impatiently reminded her.

"Forget escaping here- that might be riskier…" Natasha listened for any sounds nearby. The power throughout the penthouse must have been completely knocked out by Thanos' blast since the smoke detectors and sprinkler system couldn't be heard. She couldn't hear any more sounds coming from below, but the sound of her heart pounding in her chest was driving her crazy.

"Travelling down the stairs is our only exit," Loki began. "Do you know of another way out?"

Her mind began to race with possible escape ideas. "Going down to Tony's lab requires making it into the basement level…" She paused and looked up to the elevator ceiling. "Give me a lift!"

He stared at her, brows knitted in confusion.

"We can climb up and hide here in the shaft," she told him.

"And the gems? He's tracking them-tracking us."

She shot him a crafty grin. "Remember that fake Tesseract?"

Loki caught on to her plan and smiled as he lifted her into his arms. "I'm glad to be stuck here with the clever one."

"Is that why you love me?" she wondered.

"One of the many reasons," he explained as he hoisted her up.

The ceiling tiles easily moved aside and she could see the darkness of the shaft above. "Lift me up some more?" After more of a boost, she managed to hoist herself onto the top of the elevator. "Climb up on the railing." She pointed to the rail and helped Loki as he climbed up with her. "All we need now are the fakes. Red, blue, and green."

"I know." He held out his hands and a faint glow radiated between them.

Natasha sat curled up beside him, watching in awe as he performed his magic.

Three glowing orbs formed in midair. As the orbs solidified, he cupped his hands and the three gems rested in his palms.

"That was amazing," she gasped. She had never seen him perform any sort of magic before.

He softly chuckled as he let the gems fall to the elevator floor. "Thank you."

Natasha reached down to fit the tile back in place, but Loki insisted on doing it for her. "And now we wait," she said as she leaned back against the shaft's wall.

Loki sat back beside her and held her hand.

After a brief moment of silence, another explosion sounded from below and shook the elevator slightly.

"Shit," she breathed. "That was from the elevator downstairs."

Loki couldn't help but notice the slight trembling of her hand. "Don't be frightened." He leaned in and kissed her hair.

"I'm not," she lied. Inside, she was terrified. All the 'what if's' poured into her mind. What if the elevator came down? What if Thanos didn't accept the fake gems? What if this was it for them? Not even Loki's arm around her provided much reassurance. She had come face-to-face with death many times in battle, so why did this have to be any different? For once, she genuinely feared dying. She had too much to live for now. She had a baby and Loki to think about. Dying wasn't on her list of things to do-not here, not now. Her vision clouded with hot tears and she tried her hardest to hold them back.

"Natasha?" Loki felt her body shaking and he leaned in to get a better look at her face.

"I-…" She wanted to lie to him that she was fine, but a stirring sensation in her stomach made her gasp. Natasha sat there in shock with a hand pressed against her stomach. The tears in her eyes rolled down her cheeks without her even realizing it.

He felt her body tense up against his. "Natasha!" He suddenly grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. A pang of fear shot through him as he noticed her hand grasping her abdomen. "The baby- Natasha, are you in pain?" Loki hadn't even bothered to try to hide the evident fear in his voice.

The sudden fear of dying had quickly been replaced with a feeling of excitement. "I-I think I just felt him move," she gasped with a nervous smile. "Oh, wow…" She stared down at her stomach, then into Loki's eyes. "Loki…" She noticed a single tear fall from his eye.

"That-that's wonderful!" he breathed with a smile across his lips.

Her smile widened and she threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.

"I love-…" Before he could finish, the elevator doors directly under them were forced open. Loki held Natasha against him tightly and held his breath.

They could hear Thanos' footsteps beneath them as he picked the gems off of the floor. After an unbearable silence, an explosion went off.