Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to the few people who actually read this story. Loki's past is catching up with him, in this chapter.

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Chapter 8 The Avengers Call for Help

Crash! "Sorry," Tony yelled as he dropped a wrench. He looked over his shoulder at the sleeping figures and counted himself lucky that he hadn't been shot, stabbed, hit by Milonir or a shield. "Sorry," he repeated as everyone lowered their respective weapons. "I dropped a wrench."

"Tony didn't you get any sleep last night," Steve asked watching as Bruce calmed his breathing.

"A few hours," Tony replied, "But my armor is almost fixed. Loki your workshop is amazing."

"Thanks," Loki muttered putting down his gun to rub his eyes. "I've got to find the spare emergency radio, anyways. I know I had one around here somewhere." He got to his feet put on his jacket, which had been doubling as his blanket, and made his way to the workbench that was covered with spare parts and damaged pieces of the Iron Man suit. He typed into F.A.D.E. a reminder to get Tony some paint, as he rummaged around in the cabinets under the bench.

"What exactly does the radio look like," Tony asked joining him.

Loki rubbed his eyes again. "About this big, rather awkward with an antenna on top," he held out his hands to the show the approximant size.

"So about the size of a tissue box," Tony said. Loki nodded.

"Like this? You know this looks awfully like the radios we had when I was in the army," he remarked as Loki's head shot up and he hit the top of his head on the cabinet.

He rubbed the spot and nodded. "That's it. I was working on that before I left. It's old but solid, should still work," he muttered more to him self then anyone else.

He adjusted wires while someone cooked breakfast, and with a pleased sound hissed for everyone to be silent. He pulled on the attached headphones and twisted the dial. He found the channel he was looking for and started to speak.

"J.A.R.V.I.S. this is Loki can you read me?" He must have gotten an answer for he smiled and started speaking again. "Good. We are in spot of trouble J.A.R.V.I.S. can you connect me with Mr. Fury?" He waited for a few minutes the said, "Mr. Fury, this is Loki."

"No we are not injured and we haven't caught Dr. Doom yet. We barely escaped earlier. I'm calling to see if you can get in contact with Odin for us. I think Heimdell lost us, we are on another planet and we need to be picked up. Odin is already there? Can you put him on, and how are Sasha and the kittens? They are fine? Good, you can put him on now." Suddenly Loki jerked back and pulled off the headphones clamping his hands over his ears.

"Thor does your father know that you do not have to shout to be heard over a radio?" He rubbed his ears and reached warily for the headset again.

"I do not think so," Thor replied.

Loki carefully put on the headphones. "Odin I'm here. If I give you the coordinates can Heimdell pick us up? Yes? Good, we are at 65, 598, 245." There was silence then Loki sighed. "Go to my ship and get F.A.D.E. to show help you with the tracking devise. I'm sure Mr. Fury can help you figure it out. Has Heimdell found Dr. Doom again? Alright, it will take how long? Okay, we are fine so take as long as you need to. Alright, over and out." He flipped off the radio and removed the headphones as he turned towards the others. "First off we have two days till Heimdell can pick us up."

"What is the second thing," Clint asked.

"Apparently no one in Asgard can use technology. They did not even know what a GPS was, and Odin was yelling through the radio."

"Thor did that the first time I gave him the phone," Tony said laughing.