Ivy here.
I'm not proud of anything that happens next, okay? I regret all this and would change it if I could. I… just give me a minute.
Okay, I can do this. Sorry.
I have nightmares. Every night. Over all the things that happened in New York. That poisoned stab wound, Loki going after me. His mind control. Every detail of all of that is etched into my memory. Every. Single. One.
Loki took me down to the street and gave me orders. I was to put a knife in one of the Avengers – a poisoned one, like Loki had used for me. I would lure him off his perch and stab him. After that, my orders were to use it on myself.
Loki was so good as to provide several Chitauri that would chase me down the street in order to gain someone's attention.
So the Chitauri chased me down the street. And, of course, they bought it.
There was a sudden whizzing sound. Then I was being lifted off the ground. I shrieked in surprise.
My feet touched a solid surface.
"Look after her, Legolas," ordered Mr. Stark, then took off again. "I'll give her a talking to later."
"You okay?" asked Hawkeye.
"Yeah."
Both sides were, after sharing for a moment, fighting for control. One wanted to stab him with the knife. The other wanted to throw the knife down at the Chitauri.
He turned to fire an arrow.
I lunged with the knife, but hesitated at the last moment.
Hawkeye must have seen the flash. He dodged to the side, knocked the knife out of my hands, and tackled me to the ground, pinning down my arms.
"What are you – Ivy. Your eyes are blue." He stared into my face for a moment. "Ivy, try to fight it. You're in there somewhere, you just have to –"
"Don't you think I'm trying?" The words tore from my mouth before the other side could stop them. "You betrayed Loki. He means to –" said the other side, sounding forced and unemotional.
"Yeah, I've heard what he wants," said Hawkeye.
I struggled and kicked, but he was a lot stronger than I was, fortunately.
"Help me!" I pushed out.
He let go with one hand and punched me in the head, bringing darkness.