Miranda here.

I wasn't really aware of much going on around me, for the most part. Between the blur that was my vision when my glasses were gone and – I strongly suspect – something Hawkeye put the water he gave me, it was too much bother to try.

I supposed that he wanted me to clearly remember as little of this as possible, which was why only he said anything to me.

I eventually became aware of two people talking nearby.

"What are we supposed to do with her?" asked a voice. Dr. Selvig, I suppose. "She might know something that could help us."

As if I'd tell them if I did.

"What would we do with her when we –" Hawkeye cut himself off quickly. I knew what he was talking about – the attack on the helicarrier. He paused, probably considering the options.

Then their conversation became too muffled for me to hear.

What would they do with me? I certainly wasn't going to give them any information to help Loki, and it wasn't as if I really had any anyhow. But what else would they do with me?

Actually, I didn't want that question answered. Some of the possibilities that came to mind weren't too pleasant.

Footsteps sounded. I directed my attention in the direction they came from.

Hawkeye crouched down next to me, brushing a few strands of hair off my neck. I turned to see what he was doing. He stabbed something into the side of my neck. Everything whirled together and went black.

Hey, it's Ivy here.

Black Widow showed up at some point after the little incident with telling them I knew about Mr. Stark's program.

"We need you to confirm something," she said.

I followed her to the bridge. I could feel everyone's gazes on me as she led me to the computer screen in that big table.

She pulled up some pictures.

"These were taken about ten minutes ago."

The first picture was of Hawkeye, pulling something out of the back of a truck. The next picture was blurry, but I recognized what he was carrying at once.

"Is that your friend?" asked Black Widow.

I could only nod.

"These were taken about ten minutes ago, in New York, near Stark Tower. From there, we believe they switched vehicles, but we're still trying to figure out what happened next."

At least Miranda seemed to be alive. Unconscious, handcuffed, probably terrified, but alive.

Black Widow's eyes lingered on Hawkeye. For a moment, she looked worried.

"Hit him in the head," I whispered, too softly for anyone else to hear. "Cognitive recalibration. That'll get Loki out."

She cast a glance in my direction. "It's that easy?"

"Yeah."