"Rachel, I need you to come with me," Coulson spoke urgently.

Looking at Loki's irritated face, I worried all my planning from earlier was going to have been for nothing. An explosive, "No!" burst from me. They both looked startled at me. "To both of you." I turned to Loki. "No killing Agent Coulson." I turned to Coulson. "No removal of me from this room. Besides, I still have a while before I have my doctor's permission to go to sleep."

I watched as Coulson glanced at his watch and then looked at me. I silently interpreted this as meaning that my time was up, and so I gazed longingly at it. Despite this, I knew Loki would not take kindly to his entertainment session being interrupted.

"Looking at clocks makes time pass slower," I resorted to Coulson's action. A large yawn nearly dislocated my jaw. "It also destroys the adrenaline that stops me from being sleepy," my stomach chose that moment to gurgle, "or hungry." Coulson was giving me a strange look, I gave him a stubborn glare to dare him to move me. It was greatly undermined by the fact I was in a wheelchair, but I could stand up and sit by the wall if he was going to man handle me. Instead, Coulson spoke, surprising me.

"How do you like your pizza?" Not being one to turn down pizza, I answered quickly.

"Meat lovers."

"Two or three slices?"

"Two." Nodding, Coulson touched his comm and spoke.

"Two slices of meat lovers and three slices of my usual." After a brief awkward silence, I decided to break the tension.

"I didn't know they served pizza on the helicarrier."

"We don't normally. After big disasters like this though, we buy out several restaurants on whatever coast we are near to. Agent Hill is in charge of the logistics of passing it all out."

A confidant agent came in holding a plate in each hand as well as several napkins. He handed Coulson's plate to him then gave a questioning glance to the other plate. Coulson directed his eyes at me, and soon I had a lap full of pizza.

"Thank you." I told him as he quickly exited. Once he was gone, I asked, "So do you have a personal minion, or just whichever one isn't busy?" He gave me a half amused, half stern look.

"Don't call them minions."

"Why? The labor union doesn't like it?" Having inspired a true laugh, I dug into my food. While eating I remembered something I had thought about before talking to Loki. "I would like to talk to Doctor Banner at some point, if at all possible. It was very noble what he did." Coulson gave me a sideways glance.

"Noble?"

"Noble, self-sacrificing, heroic, awesome...take your pick." I suddenly realized it was rather rude to be eating without offering anything to Loki. "Are we purposefully neglecting the prisoner, or is he just too big of a headache to deal with right now?" Coulson seemed more startled by this comment then anything else I had said, though I only got a raised eyebrow in response. "Oh. Santa's fresh out of cool lines to deliver?" Coulson couldn't help but chuckle.

"He's been sentenced to solitary confinement."

"Well, someone forgot to tell the guards that." Loki chuckled this time, and Coulson looked worriedly at me. "He's just bored." He didn't look very convinced; rather, the concerned and disapproving look simply moved to me. Looking away, I replied, "I'm confused enough as it is. Don't look at me like that."

Adding to my pity act was the fact that I yawned. Coulson looked at his watch again, and this time I gazed at it longingly. A full belly made for a sleepy Rachel. It was important I didn't irritate Loki though. As I watched him, he made a dismissive gesture and turned his back to me. I silently asked Coulson to leave the room, and I watched Loki thoughtfully for a moment.

"Loki," there was a small amount of movement that seemed to indicate I had startled him, but I pretended it only meant he was listening, "If I promise to come back tomorrow, will you not try and escape? SHIELD is highly capable of running you down, and then they'll have an excuse to hurt you. If you stay locked up for now, you might still get the chance to be a new man." Not to mention people, especially innocent civilians, were bound to get hurt between Loki running and SHIELD chasing. "I'm asking you to stay here because it is what is best for you." I waited for a while for any indication that he had heard and understood. Finally, there was a near imperceptible nod. "Thank you. I do appreciate that you just let me ramble. I'll work on letting you talk more tomorrow." With that, I rolled out of the containment area.

Coulson was waiting just outside the room for me. I was grateful when he took control of my chiar. It had been a while since I had slept, and it hadn't been exactly calm for all that time. Stress zapped energy like no other, and I certainly had had my share of stress in the last several hours. I was practically dosing when Coulson suddenly spoke.

"I died in the movie, didn't I?" My sleepiness evaporated. I tried to figure out what clues had led him to this conclusion. Shouting out 'don't kill Coulson' had probably been a big one. I was afraid that he would feel obligated to stay true to the movie for some reason, so I evaded answering him straight out.

"I'm just a little wary of Loki. Especially when you irritate him."

"You weren't afraid of irritating him."

"Putting myself and putting others in danger are completely different things." I thought maybe crisis had been adverted until Coulson spoke again.

"You were afraid that he would kill me specifically."

"Your a good guy, Agent Coulson, one of the few who know I know too much, and the one person really okay with me knowing too much. Of course I am worried about you specifically." My chair stopped and suddenly he was in front of me giving me a stern look. "Alright," I conceeded, "When Loki's henchmen attacked the helicarrier, you went straight for the cell with one of the phase two weapons. You threatened him saying even you don't know what it does. Loki uses a mirage to make you think he is standing somewhere else then comes up behind you and stabs you. Dying, you still end up shooting the weapon at Loki, catipulting him through a wall. Loki still escapes though, and Director Fury is there for your last moments. You tell him the Avengers were never going to work if they didn't have something to fight for. Director Fury takes you at your word and uses your death to spur the heroes to action. Of course, their actions are also a partial defiance of Fury, but Tony is especially affected by your death. He lists you as an avenger. Everyone in my world were in an uproar. They hated that you died." Coulson did not respond but started moving my wheelchair again. We were at my room when I decided to speak again. "Try not view this as cheated time. Maybe as borrowed, if it means you treasure it. Don't let SHEILD take all your time. Have a life as well. Do what you love. That being said, the heroes could use a guide, and despite how he acts, Mr. Stark really does respect you." I wheeled myself into the room, and Coulson closed the door before I even had a chance to view his face. If I had been told I was supposed to be dead, I don't know how I would react. Probably not nearly as calmly as Coulson. I dressed for bed and soon uncounciousness took me.