Hey everyone! So I think this is my longest chapter to date and probably the most movie correct. I got my hands on certain parts of the script and incorporated them into this chapter. There was a retarded issue with the last chapter I posted that most of you picked up on. For some bizarro reason it uploaded chapter eight and then I re-uploaded a new file and it still read chapter eight and it was all weird and then it fixed itself so yeah that was odd...

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Chapter Eleven

"She's waking, Coulson get in here." Maria Hill commanded as a scurry of feet sounded around my bedside. Upon opening my eyes I was greeted by a smile filled with a half eaten sandwich and an eggy odor that could have been turned into a weapon. Phil closed his mouth as I scrunched up my nose and pushed him away. My head was sore and I knew exactly why.

"So I'm not dead. Pity." I said sitting up in my bed. I was inside the medical wing in a private room, had the helicarrier map memorized in case I ever needed an escape route. Room B48 if my memory served my correctly.

"You've been out for at least six hours, concussion. Though you've healed nicely." said a comforting voice, Black Widow entering the room.

"Sorry about the shock..." I apologized quite sincerely, "Hurt, but I might have overreacted like usual."

"No damage. Just glad to see you up. Most people would be probably passed in a coma from the injuries you sustained." she said sweetly, well as sweetly as she could muster up.

"What do you mean 'in a coma'?"

"I'm not the expert here, but from what I've been told, that noggin of yours can protect itself pretty well. It healed itself in triple the time an average person's would."

"Ahh. Remind me to thank it later." I cringed. Another thing I could add to my wall of weird. Phil sat on the side of my bed and clasped my hands in his.

"No more scares like that please." he said earnestly.

"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly planning on it."

"Thor came in before, felt bad." Phil said with a chuckle.

"WHAT? You let the crazy god on the helicarrier with us!" I screamed jumping out of the bed and on to my feet in an instant.

"Wait! Sit back in bed! They don't know if you've healed properly yet." he bounded after me.

"Where is he! Really, after he could have killed me, you're all buddy buddy now?"

"Miss Coulson! Get back in bed." Natasha commanded, blocking my exit. It wasn't like I was going anywhere anyway. They had put me in standard medical-wear, if I tried to run anywhere I'd give anyone I passed a lovely view of my naked rear. As beautiful as it is, it's not something I like to promote.

"Can someone just sign me outta here. I having training to get back to." I complained, trying to pretend I wasn't defeated.

"I'll call some doctors back and they can tell you whether you're ready to check out or not." Natasha proposed. I nodded and sat on the covers of the bed.

"Not as soft as yours." I said to Phil, "You'll never share your secrets how you got hold of it will you."

"Never!"

"You know I'm sorta getting a hang of these... powers." I hesitated. Still sounded ridiculous, "I lifted that coin you gave to me, without being terrified and I'm working on my paranoia."

"That's great! But a coin is nothing." he baited.

"Fine. What do you suggest?"

"How bout'... that lamp?" he said pointing to a plain blue lamp next to my bed. It looked relatively easy. Just focus like before, visualize and it should work.

"Challenge Accepted." I laughed turning back to the lamp. I starred at it momentarily, when all of a sudden it jolted into the air and hit the ceiling.

"Crap!" I shrieked, unprepared for how quickly it would work.

"Well you can certainly move things. But it's still not in your control." Phil commended.

"Last time with the coin, though, it took me a solid couple of minutes of concentration before it even shook. This time, I didn't even have a chance to stare at it properly before it flew off."

"Hmm... interesting."

"Do you think it could have something to do with the bump on my head?"

"Possibly, though I believe it more likely to be the nature of your abilities in general. You're brain is like a sponge I suppose with the right instruction and training you could pick up anything in short amounts of time. From telekinesis to adoptive muscle memory. Anything's possible."

"Muscle Memory?"

"Replicate any form of physical action after seeing it performed once."

"So you mean I could watch someone say do a backflip and then do it, without ever trying it before?"

"Exactly."

"Cool..."

After the doctors came back (and after a lot of persuasion) they let me leave the hospital wing and go to the training facility, changing clothes beforehand of course! It was pretty much empty in the facility, most people were on duty elsewhere and didn't have time to work out. While I'd been out they'd got Loki back and Thor had decided to help our cause to retrieve the tesseract. Although Thor had now joined our side, I was not in a forgiving mood until I got a face to face apology. Loki on the other-hand hand been reprimanded and held in one of the tightest security holding cells I'd ever heard of. Suspended thousands of meters in the air, if he so much as scratched the glass around him his cell would drop from the ship and crash into the ground below. I wasn't sure what would kill an immortal god, but it seemed likely to the trick.

Going quickly to the weights I took the five kilo dumbbells and walked over near the other side of the room with them. One female agent, who was running the treadmill snickered at me as I walked past her. She had a hoodie on and her head was down so I couldn't see her face.

"Got a problem?" I turned on my heel to face her.

"Nah, just that five kilo's isn't fit for an ant. Leave the weights to the big boys." she teased. I rolled my eyes and continued on. I was out of shape, but I could still lift more than five kilo's. I wasn't planning on strengthening my arms, I planning on seeing how much weight I could lift with my mind. The shooting targets were to my right, so I left the snooty runner to herself and readied myself to hit some targets. I wanted to actually focus. It was all fine and dandy that things could happen without even trying, but controlling it would be the real trick. I dropped the dumbbells either side of me and then placed both hands over the top of them. Instantly they flew into the air and just before they reached my hands I stopped them, ordering them to hovering underneath. They weren't heavy, I knew they wouldn't be, so aiming at the targets and closing one eye I shot one from my left hand. It zoomed instantaneously only to clip the side of the circle.

"Darn..." I moaned. I would have to concentrate a lot harder if I wanted this to work. The target had five rings. The outer one white, then black, blue, red and yellow. I was aiming for yellow. I maneuvered the last dumbbell so it was at my center and both hands were in control of it. Aligning it with middle, I kept both eyes open, and took a huge breath in. Just like when I first began gun training it was vital to clear your head before you shot. If you were ever angry or pre-occupied you were doomed to miss. Swoosh! The dumbbell broke through the center of the target, pinpointed perfectly. I beamed happily and went to collect some more weights to trial my luck on. The strange agent was gone now, probably left when I started chucking weights, like feathers, around. The weight holder had wheels attached to the bottom so I quickly hauled it along beside me so each time I wanted to go a higher weight level it was much more convenient. Next up was the 10 kilo weights. Rather than picking them off the stand physically, I thought it much easier to just take the two I wanted with my telekinesis. It was all about training and testing myself so that's what I do. The more I practiced the more effortless my movements became. Almost as if it were an extra set of arms I had the hang of it down pack. While I had destroyed all of the targets and left them a hanging mess of broken wood and plastic, there was one final task. Combine all the weights in a pile and lift them together. Not an easy task, weighing well over 200 kilograms. I stacked them one on top of the other in a messy pile and shut my eyes. Without looking at the weights I could see them stacked up in front of me, a crystal clear image on the back of my eyelids. I knew the weight, I knew the shape, I knew the smell, the texture, everything and then I lifted them. It was odd, I had a strange feelings of serenity all around me. I had not yet opened my eyes, but I could feel the weights floating. Behind my eyes I saw the image of them lift, what I imagined was happening now. Without warning, someone entered the room, amazed at the site they dropped their beverage and gasped. I swung around and opened my eyes to find Phil, half cleaning up his coffee and half gawping at me. Secondly I noticed that I managed to lift a little more than my pile of dumbbells, every piece of equipment in the room had been mid-air as well. Loosing concentration everything slammed to the ground heavily, shaking the ground beneath our feet.

"Wow." he gazed, "Talk about possibilities."

"I didn't know I could do it, I swear." I tried to clean up the mess I had made.

"Don't apologise! It's not something to be sorry about. I'm just surprised, I wasn't aware how fast you would actually develop these skills."

"Are you going to tell Fury?"

"No, I think it best if we leave things up to his imagination. Anyway I came down to tell you the team is in the bridge and they want to see you up there pronto," he turned and paused in thought, "Do you think you could lift people?"

"I don't see why not. Stand still and I'll have a go." I proposed. He stood like a statue, arms by his sides and I couldn't help but laugh. I got a sense of his weight and presence then lifting my arms he levitated off the ground a few meters.

"Ahhhh... okay you can put me down now." he whimpered and with a gentle hand movement he was safe and sound on the ground again, "Let's make a deal that you never do that again to me."

"Is Phil afraid of a little levitation?" I teased as we left the gym in a mess. He hooked his arm around me and we walked down the corridors innocently, like we had nothing to do with the war zone in the gym.

"If anyone asks, we found the gym like that." we chuckled, then after a bit more walking he took a serious change.

"You know I think its time I tell you some—," he looked at me and his expression became shocked, "Em, your nose. It's bleeding." he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. I reached up and felt my nose and indeed it was bleeding. Padding away the blood, Phil checked to see if anything else looked odd. He checked my ears, checked if my pupils were dilated and felt my temperature.

"You seem fine. Are you alright though."

"I feel as fit as a fiddle. Don't worry." I assured him as he began to fuss, "I'm fine."

"If you ever feel dizzy or sick, tell me straight away. Is that clear?" he commanded grimly.

"I'm fine." I argued.

"Are we clear? I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." the corners of his mouth formed a brave smile and he brushed back some hair from my face.

"I promise." I understood. He wrapped me in a tight hug and then left.

"Gotta go get Stark. He's being a little bit of a drama queen."

On the bridge everyone was watching the security video of Fury talking to Loki. I tottered in and peered of Natasha's shoulder watching the video.

"In case it's unclear, you try to escape, you so much as scratch that glass," Fury opened up the hatch beneath Loki, his eyes grew weary, "30,000 feet. Straight down in a steel trap. Ant. Boot." he gestured to Loki and the machine. Loki chuckled and took a few steps backwards.

"Quite impressive I must say, but not built to hold me I think."

"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh, I've heard," Loki turned and stared down the camera knowingly, "A mindless beast. Make's play he's still a man. How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?"

"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war, you steal a force you can't hope to control, you talk about peace and you kill 'cause it's fun. You've made me very desperate and you might not be glad that you did."

"Oooohh. It burn's you to have so close. To have the tesseract, to have power, unlimited power and for what? A warm light for all mankind to share? And then to be reminded what real power is!"

Fury smirked, "Well let me know if real power wants a magazine or something." Then the monitor shut off.

"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Banner said sarcastically. I laughed internally and had a seat a few spots between Natasha and Steve.

"Loki's gonna drag this out, so... Thor what's his play?" Steve said. He was still in his uniform I guessed everyone had been too stressed out to change. Even I had jumped back into my other clothes.

"He has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard or any world known," he turned to face the table and spotted me. I glared at him in disapproval, "He means to lead them against your people and they will win him the earth. In return for, I suspect, the tesseract."

"An army? From outer space?" Steve said, he looked annoyed.

"Perfect." I added.

"So he's building another portal. That's why he need's Erik Slevig for." Banner said.

"Selvig?" Thor questioned.

"He's an astrophysicist."

"He's a friend."

"Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of our own." Natasha said.

"Barton?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

"I wanna know why Loki let us capture him so easily." Steve opened to the group.

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guys brain is a bag full of cats. I can smell crazy on him. Again I tried to contain my laugh but smiled stupidly. It seemed to make Thor angry though. I was liking Banner more and more.

"Be careful how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard and he is my brother."

"Watch out Dr. Banner. If you get in between him and his brother you could end up in a coma." I snipped.

"He killed eighty people in two days." Natasha ignored me.

"He's adopted."

"I think it's about the mechanic's," Banner continued as Phil walked in with Stark along side him, "What do they need the iridium for?"

"It's a stabilizing agent," Stark shouted as he entered the room, half continuing his conversation to Phil, "I'm telling you. Take a weekend off, I'll fly you to Portland. Keep your love life... Means that the portal won't collapse on itself like last time."

"More like explode." I said.

"Yeah... Also it means that the portal can open as wide and stay open as long as Loki wants." he walked over to Fury's control panel and had a look around. Suddenly shouting and pointing, "THAT MAN IS PLAYING GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice but we did... The rest of the raw materials Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. Of high energy density."

"So he's going to tap the city's electricity. Like that'd go unnoticed." I said.

"He'd have to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million kelvin just to break through the cool-room barrier." Banner said.

"Unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the Quantum toning effect."

"Well if he could do that, he could achieve a heavy Ion fusion with any reactor on the planet."

"Finally someone who speaks english!" Stark shook hands with Banner.

"Is that just what happened?" Steve asked confused as hell.

"Pretty much, we assume Loki didn't randomly select his little zombie minions. Selvig is at the top of his class in his field. He'd be one of the few people that could stabilize the chemical reaction of the Tesseract's power, the iridium and the power source. Otherwise instead the portal would, like Stark said, collapse on itself but possibly wipe out and entire state in a matter of minutes. The portal wouldn't be strong enough to withstand taking through one alien Chitauri thingy without disintegrating them in the process. Barton was picked because he is one of the most skilled and trusted agents S.H.I.E.L.D has ever employed." I said in one breath.

"Ahh..." Steve sighed. I wasn't sure if that was anymore helpful.

"It's good to meet you Dr. Banner. Your work on Anti-electronic collisions is unparalleled and I'm a huge fan of how you loose control and become and enormous green rage monster." Stark greeted.

"Urghh.. Thanks?"

"Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him Stark. You too Agent Coulson." Fury entered the room. I was surprised he wanted me to help out, I only understood so much.

"I'd start with that stick of his. It may be magical but it works a lot like a Hydra weapon." Steve proposed.

"I don't know about that, but it's definitely powered by the cube and I'd like to know how he used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys."

"Monkeys? I do not understa—"Thor began.

"I DO! I get that reference!" Steve shouted out. I felt like doing the biggest facepalm. Everyone stared at him with an all agreeing 'Shut the hell up!' look. Stark did the most dramatic roll of his eyes and Steve sat there smirking like an idiot.

"Okay. Let's go Doctor, Agent Coulson." Stark said leaving the room.

"What?" Steve said puzzled by why everyone looked pissed off.

"It's alright. It's good that you... understand things." I reassured him patting him on the head before leaving. As I left I notice from the corner of my eye one of the control board specialist reopen a window of Galaga.


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