AN: Hey again, I'm back with the next chapter. The thing with this chapter is that I have skipped the rest of Petrelli's day with the Avengers because I just had no inspiration for writing that chapter whatsoever.

I own nothing apart from Petrelli and maybe a few other things...

I know nothing about New York and I've never been to America, so if I'm wrong with stuff, please tell me, Thanks.

Warnings: May have a few swear words and violence.

Chapter 5

She shoved her key wearily into the lock on her front door, trying to be quiet because it was nearly 11:00, but failed miserably. It had been a long afternoon of sparring with Steve, Natasha and Clint, where she had tried very hard to win in a fight against them, but she had never really been one close up combat so she had failed horribly. She was really just grateful to herself that she didn't try to fight Thor cause she would have probably been coming home with a lost worse than a bruised shoulder, side and a cut lip. Loki had just watched from the sidelines, perfectly content with just watching them 'spar'. She had joked that he would be an old man before she ever won a match against the trio of doom and had been surprised at the small chuckle he had given a grumble of frustration he pushed the door open and entered the dark apartment. Her apartment was in a good part of town, and as a bonus was pretty spacious with lovely neighbours and a landlord that let you keep as many pets as you liked. After locking the door, she took her jacket off and carelessly threw it onto the coat pegs. She felt rather than saw two dark shadows making their way towards her, and weaving their way around her legs, gently rubbing their faces against her feet. She flicked on the light and looked down at the two felines that now stared up at her. One was a short haired cat with very dark, charcoal grey coloured fur, large blue eyes. It wore a black collar with the quote "The truth is rarely pure and never simple" stitched in gold thread around the outside; the tag attached read 'Oscar'. The other was pitch black all over apart from on the very tip of his tail and the front left paw, which were snow white. He had forest green eyes that bored holes into you until you gave in and stroked his long, silky fur. His collar was red with the quote "To live without hope is to cease to live" stitched in silver thread around the outside and the tag attached to his one read 'Dostoevsky'. She smiled softly down at her cats and bent down to pick them up, settling them so that they both had their paws resting on her shoulders

"Did you miss me?"

She whispered into their fur as she gently kissed the sides of each cats face. Both cats purred loudly and rubbed their faces against hers so she took it as a yes. She placed them on the floor again and walked into the kitchen

"Do you want some supper kiddies?"

She went over to the cans of cat food stacked in a neat pyramid on the counter when she felt Dostoevsky pawing gently at her leg. He never did that, unless there was a stranger in the house. She bent down and stroked Dostoevsky's head

"Stay put."

She whispered, knowing the cat would do as he was told and hoped that Oscar would listen too. Reaching for her throwing knife she crept quietly back into the hall, and looked around. She couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary so she held her hand out and felt around the objects in her house. She felt something in her living room that had definitely not been there before, so she gripped the handle of her knife, silently preparing herself, and walked slowly, with measured steps to the living room. She quickly took aim as she entered, hurling the knife at the unknown man, or what seemed to be a man. She missed by barely a few centimetres, as the man moved so quickly she could barely see him. He slammed into her like a brick wall, knocking the air clean out of her, he held her to the wall, putting pressure on her windpipe and knocking photo frames off their perches in the proccess. She recovered quickly though, survival instincts kicking in, she lashed out at the man, fist connecting with his side and knee connecting with his groin, the man grunted but didn't let go. She reached her mind out to the closest thing, which just happened to be a paperweight and imagined it hurtling through the air. It did as she commanded and struck the man on the upper arm with about the same force he collided into her with. She heard the crunch of a bone cracking, and the man let out a shout of pain and loosened his grip. Megan took advantage of this and kicked the man in the shin, which caused him to stumble back and leave him open for a punch to the face that sent him tumbling off his already unsteady feet and into the coffee table behind him. He broke it in half with the weight of him. He snarled and stood quickly, blood trickling down the side of his face and his eyes burning. He lunged at her again, this time grabbing her by her black t-shirt and threw her, sending her flying into the bookcase across the room. She fell to the ground with a groan, books falling down on top of her. Just as her world started going black she reached out to a marker pen in the room, quickly trying to write a note on the window, hopefully someone would see it when they came looking for her. Her vision clouded even more and the last thing she saw before she fell unconscious was her assailant, with the bloody face and fractured bones, smirking victoriously at her.

Loki sat watching his Romanoff and Barton sparring again, silently wishing for Megan to appear so that he would have someone to talk to. Thor was fine, but the fact that he was off to the side speaking with, what was her name? Joan? June? Didn't matter, he wasn't overly interested in her anyway. He glanced at the clock on the far wall, it read 10:02am, and he frowned. Megan had said when they had finished training that night that she would be back at about 9:00am, which meant she was over an hour late. He had a bad feeling in his gut that something had happened, but should he say something? He debated it in his head before deciding that he should and walked over to Thor, who almost as soon as he saw Loki approaching stopped his conversation with, Jill?

"Brother, what can I help you with?"

Thor boomed, smiling

"I am concerned about Agent Petrelli. She is over an hour late and I have a bad feeling about it."

Thor laughed and clapped him hard on the shoulder, which Loki fought hard not to wince at

"Don't be ridiculous Brother, she was late the other day, I'm sure something just came up."

Loki nodded slowly, and Thor smiled at Jane? Yes that sounded right. She gave Loki a small smile and was about to start a conversation with Thor again when Rodgers came into the room, holding a phone

"Has anyone seen Petrelli? I've been trying to get a hold of her, but it just goes straight to voicemail."

Barton and Romanoff had stopped fighting and Loki gave Thor an 'I told you so' look

"None of us has seen her; I just thought she was late."

Barton stated

"Yeah, so did I, but I've tried her mobile at least seven times and I had Stark look up her home number. She hasn't answered either."

Rodgers looked as concerned as Loki felt

"We should maybe go and check on her."

Thor said and the others nodded in agreement, before walking off to get weapons, just in case they encountered anything

"I'll go and get Stark and Banner."

Rodgers said after her had retrieved a gun, and walked off. Loki stayed where he was, beside his adoptive Brother and his girlfriend. Thor gave her a quick kiss before saying something to her quietly, so quietly that Loki couldn't hear it. Rodgers came back with Stark and Banner

"We have her home address; it's not far from here so we could probably walk it."

"Is there really a need for us all to go?"

Banner asked, wringing his hands nervously and Romanoff shook her head

"I don't think so, there's still the chance that nothing's wrong and we're making a big fuss over her sleeping through her alarm."

"I agree with Tasha." Barton said "So I think about only four of us should go."

"I want to go" Rodgers said

"So do I."

Romanoff said after him. Loki looked at Thor and he nodded

"Loki and I want to volunteer to come as well."

They all looked at Loki with mistrust before Barton gave Thor a reluctant nod

"Its settled then, we should all go now and get it over and done with."

Rodgers said and they all nodded, walking off towards the exit. The knot of dread tightened slightly in his stomach as he joined them in exiting the building and heading towards the address Stark had given them. He just had a really bad feeling about this.

They had reached her apartment building. It was a nice; four storey building that had large windows and looked quite clean. Romanoff pressed a button by the door that had a slightly faded 'M. Petrelli' written beside it. They waited for a minute before she tried again. It buzzed but no one answered. Romanoff looked as if she was just going to break it when a slightly hunched over old woman walked up the path, pulling her shopping trolley behind her, whilst gripping her keys in her frail, papery hands. She looked up at them and smiled

"Do you need in dears?"

Romanoff put on a fake smile that even Loki was nearly convinced by

"Yes, you see our friend isn't answering and we're all worried about her."

"Who is it you're seeing?"

"Megan Petrelli."

"Oh! I know her; she's a lovely girl, although there was an awful din coming from her house last night."

They all looked at each other as she opened the door for them. They let her go in first. She apparently lived on the first floor. She pointed to the stairs

"Tell her I was asking for her will you? I don't see her as often as I used to, what with her new job."

She gave them a kind smile and closed the door behind her. They all looked at each other and headed up the four flights of stairs that lead to her apartment, Rodgers in front and Loki bringing up the rear. Once on the small landing Rodgers rang the bell...no answer. He tried again with the same result

"Do you think I should just kick it in?"

"Be as well."

Romanoff answered and motioned for them to back up a bit, but instead, Loki went towards the door, bent down next to the lock and used some of his restricted magic to open it. It clicked, signalling that he had done it. He straightened and glanced at Rodgers and Romanoff

"We shouldn't attract more attention to ourselves than is necessary."

He said matter-of-factly. They seemed to accept his answer as they drew their weapons, pushed past him and went into the apartment. The light was on when they went in and Rodgers motioned for them to split up, Loki going through the nearest door to him. He entered the kitchen and looked around; nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. There were a few bowls and spoons on the draining board by the sink and cook books scattered around, a few open, but most closed. He sighed through his nose and ventured further into the kitchen, only to hear a low, threatening hiss coming from under the table. He stopped in his tracks, reaching for a knife as he looked around, his gaze falling onto a longhaired cat that had its back arched in a graceful curve and sharp teeth bared. It had another one behind it that seemed to be trying to curl in on itself. Loki knelt down in front of them and slowly put his hand out in a gesture of peace to the Black one, which stopped hissing and seemed to be accessing him. Apparently deciding that he wasn't a threat, it sniffed his hand and Loki smiled

"Hey! Come and see this!"

Romanoff shouted from the living room. Loki was up and heading to the living room as quick as a bullet, not realising that the cats had followed him, the longhaired one with a confident swagger and the shorthaired one with more reluctance. He had reached the living room just after Thor and Rodgers only to look in shock horror at the destruction in it. There was books scattered on the floor, the coffee table was split in half, and there were several photo frames littering the floor. Something under Loki's foot cracked and he looked down, it was a frame. He picked it up and looked at the photo; it was of a younger, probably teenage Megan who had her arm wrapped around an older man who looked similar to her. She and the man were smiling broadly at the camera, they looked happy

"I've got blood."

Rodgers said from beside the bookcase where he had pushed the books aside to uncover a small pool of blood

"Do you think it's hers?"

"Who else's blood could it be?"

"The attackers?"

There was suddenly a loud meow from the doorway and the longhaired cat bolted across the room, jumped up on the windowsill, and started pawing at the glass, yowling loudly

"Let the cat out Loki, we need to concentrate."

Romanoff snapped, Loki scowled at her and went over to the cat only to see what its ruckus was about. On the window, written in a wobbly hand, in black marker pen was

'Find me, 3049678351296'

"You're a very clever animal."

He muttered to the cat, who just gave him a, what could have been described as smug expression

"I know how we can find her."

That sparked attention from the others

"How?"

Rodgers came over to the window and looked at the numbers in interest

"I've seen something like this before."

"They use them in tracking devices that are put in the arms of some agents."

Romanoff said. Thor looked thoughtful

"So we could find out her location with this number?"

"Yes. We need to get back to Stark tower and get Tony to find the tracker on his computers."

She found a pen and wrote the number on the back of her hand

"Let's go."

They all rushed to the exit. Almost on an after thought Loki turned around and motioned to the cats, hoping that they would understand to come with him. They did, the black one striding confidently after him and the grey one following with a little hesitance. Loki only hoped that they weren't too late to save his new friend.

AN: Yeah, so this chapter took a while and is much longer than it was supposed to be. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. Please Read and Review.