"What is it?" Bruce asks as soon as the doors had closed behind everyone.
"I know what's going on now," Tony mutters, pacing the length of the room. "I've been wondering why you assholes put everyone in a room together, but now I see…"
"What is it you see, Mister Stark?" Agent prompts him when he kept quiet. It makes him realize that he wasn't actually saying his ideas aloud.
Turning to them, he points to Loki. "He's right," Tony begins. "That fight we had back there? Thanos wanted that to happen. Shit—I knew he was up to something big, but I didn't realize how big it really was until you said it," he ends, gesturing to Loki once more.
"You're not making any sense, Stark," Natashalie tells him.
"It wasn't Fury, it wasn't you guys," Tony expounds, glancing at her and Coulson. "SHIELD didn't put everyone together. Thanos did."
"What do you mean Thanos did?" Agent demands, looking alarmed.
Bruce's question came out in a calmer tone. "You mean he put everyone together? He knew about us before he came here?"
"Well, why else would he bother with the theatrics?" Tony more stated than asked. "Loki's powerful—Thanos could've made him steal the cube and wipe the entire project off your minds, right?" He glances to Loki for confirmation.
"It would take much of my magic to do such a thing to so many minds in one spell, but yes," the so-called god shrugs, "he could have done so with my powers."
Tony raises his hands up meaningfully. "So why let everyone know someone's coming?"
"He wished know his opposition," Thor answers, staring at the ground as he thought his words out. "Thanos is a warlord, and when a warlord wishes to invade another territory, he sends a patrol to scout ahead and test the defenses."
"But he used Loki," Tony points out. "Why? Why send someone who has greater value as—"
Loki snorts and cuts in with a bitter sneer. "Greater value? You overestimate my worth, Lord Stark. Thanos found no value in me. That is why he brought my body here."
"Not true," Tony refutes, counting it out on his hand. "You're immortal so your body can withstand more damage. You're powerful. You're a prince," that's when it all clicks together in his head, "so you have to know a lot about— Oh. Oh."
"What?" Agent asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Thor."
"Me?" Thor blinks.
"What about my brother?" Loki asks.
"That's it. That, right there, is the reason he chose you—you're brothers," Tony says to them, glancing between the two armored men.
Thor looks at his brother—who seems as lost as he was—and shakes his head. "Forgive us, Man of Iron, but we don't quite follow."
Tony sighs. It was times like these when he wishes he had telepathy, so he didn't have to waste time explaining the sitch to people.
…then again, he did like showing off how much smarter he was. His ability to solve any puzzle was the one thing he truly had for himself.
"Okay, think about it," he says, turning to Loki. "Why you? And for what? I stand by what I said, you're powerful and shit, so why send you on an errand any of his minions can do. Why show you off now? Why not later? I mean it can't just be to get the cube 'cause then he could've picked someone else—someone who he'd have an easier time breaking or even a minion of his."
"I only know the Tesseract was his target," Loki replies, though it looks like he's starting to get it too. Good. "If he were after something else, then I have not seen it."
"No, stop," Tony holds a hand up. "It doesn't matter what it is, but where it is." Loki blinks at him, still a little bit lost, so Tony helps him along. "What's the one place where you can get in and out of without anyone wondering why you're there?"
"I can go anywhere, really..." Loki pauses and exchanges a glance of realization with Thor. "Asgard. Of course."
Tony raps a knuckle against the table. "Exactly. He wants something, and that something has something to do with Asgard and you," Tony points to him, "were going to be the key to him getting there. He needed you," he emphasizes again, "because you're an immortal prince with what? An unparalleled skill in magic?"
"My brother is the greatest sorcerer in Asgard," Thor confirms. "And with his skill as a marksman, he is one of Asgard's most formidable warriors. Only one who knows how he fights can defeat him."
"And I'm guessing that's you, big guy," Tony turns his attention to Thor. "That's another reason why he had Loki make the pit stop to Earth. He needed you to come here. With you on Earth, he has two options. Option one: he has Loki sneak away to Asgard, and with you here, there's no one there who can stop him. Option two: we stop the invasion before he can sneak off, catch Loki, and then you take Loki and the Tesseract home with you. Either way? He still gets to Asgard." Thor swallows as he starts to understand what Tony's trying to tell them. "Loki," Tony says, "was bait for you."
"Isn't that a bit too elaborate?" Agent asks, still frowning.
"No, it's not!" Tony exclaims, slapping the back of his hand against his palm. "It's brilliant. It's genius!"
"You sound like you admire him," Natashalie points out.
Tony snorts. "And you sound like you don't understand how complex this whole thing is," he replies. "Didn't I just say: don't plan, just outline? Thanos had it all outlined! He knew what he wanted, he had a list, and everything he wanted to do came together all because he got lucky enough to grab Loki!" He counts it out. "He wants to get back into Death's good graces. He wants the Tesseract to make him a god. He wants to get into Asgard. So if he still had Loki?"
"We'd still be fucked," Natasha concludes, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she follows Tony's line of thought, "no matter what the outcome."
"That's why Anna-girl went straight for Loki." Tony barks out a laugh. "He was the crux—the key—to Thanos's entire operation. By getting Loki here, he not only had access to the Cube, he also got Thor's attention, which is probably crucial to his plan to get to Asgard, and we can assume that whatever he's going to Asgard for is going to win him Death's affections…or something."
They absorb that for a moment.
"I see," Loki says. "It is indeed a…a brilliant strategy. But now I am free from his rule. The plan can no longer work."
"Not fully, no," Tony shakes his head in slight disagreement, tapping his fingers on the table. "Without your face, he can't get into Asgard without getting stopped. Without your immortality, he'll get Anna-girl's body killed. And without your powers, he won't be as effective as he can be against the guards you have around the place. But he said he learned a lot of your tricks, right? But that would burn Anna-girl's body out before he can even reach Asgard, so it can't be smart to pursue that goal." Tony's just thinking aloud now, his mind already calculating the odds of Thanos winning now that he was in Anna's body. "Damn it. I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables and Anna-girl's too much of a wildcard."
And it's weird that Tony can't figure her out, because he can feel it sitting on the tip of his tongue and waggling around at the very front of his head, but no matter how hard he tries to piece it together, he can't solve the puzzle that is Anna-girl. Something was blocking him from getting the answer, and obviously, that something was magic. And obviously, being the one who had apparently sent Anna back to the past and as the only person who could do magic on this boat, Loki would be the person to go to for answers.
Loki's being tight-lipped about her, however, so Tony couldn't rely on him for that. And from what Tony's seen, Thor stands where Loki does, so no help there either—especially now that she'd been claimed as Thor's kid.
But he knows he's missing something else. He could see the x in the grand equation, and it's the only variable he can't find an answer to, the only reason why he can't accurately predict what could happen.
And damn, but that both excites and scares him. It's been a while since he'd been so challenged by something human-based. People were typically predictable once he had a handle on their personality and thought-process, but the brief footage they have of her hadn't given him much insight into Anna-girl's personality, which is what made it difficult for him to predict a sure outcome for this situation.
Even Thanos got easier to see through after Loki gave up the warlord's background. He hadn't loved enough as a child—why else would he get hooked to the one entity who paid him any real attention?—and like many privileged people, he was fueled with power and driven by greed. He wants something so he takes it, and he's only bound by the parameters he sets on himself. And when he doesn't get his way, he blames the first person he can get his hands on.
But Anna-girl? She's a freaking mystery. Aside from the fact that she's a crazy-awesome hacker, a capable fighter, is apparently strong enough to break Thanos's control whenever he tried to say something about the future, and has some sort of connection to future-Loki that he chose her to send into the past, Tony has no other data to base her potential motives and actions on. Neither does he have any real basis for her background or intelligence or any skill set she could possibly have, so who knows what she's capable of? Who knows what tactics and ideas Thanos could be getting from her?
And—most important of all—why her? What made future-Loki pick her to come back and change the future?
That's what Tony wants to know most of all. Because despite the good-guy vibes he was letting out now, Loki's a manipulator, a god of mischief and deceit, so there had to be some deeper agenda, some selfish purpose—because if there's one thing humans and gods have in common, being selfish was it—he'd hoped to accomplish in sending Anna to do all this, instead of coming back and doing it himself.
Thor's voice breaks into his thoughts. "Unpredictability is a warrior's best advantage," the overly-muscled demigod says, shifting his feet and looking a little proud.
"Unless it doesn't benefit us," Loki counters dryly.
"I am no less proud of her," Thor shrugs.
"Right," Coulson exhales, now officially looking exasperated. "You keep thinking on it, Mister Stark, and if you've figured out anything else, let me know ASAP. In the meantime, we have at least four hours before Agent Barton comes, and we can expect them to arrive guns blazing. We need at least one of Thanos's people alive to confirm where the Tesseract will be, and I'd prefer that one person to be Agent Barton. We can expect them to try sinking this carrier, so we'll need to have everything heavy tied down and secure all the breakables just in case we can't stop them. Maybe have our people outfitted with the standard arms and lock down the armory too."
Tony nods, actually agreeing with the precautions. "Don't forget the glow-stick of destiny."
"We can't move it without the director knowing," Coulson says. "But just in case it gets overlooked," he adds, turning to Natashalie, "I trust you can secure the spear somewhere no one can easily find it?"
She shrugs. "I know the perfect place."
Coulson nods. "Then that's settled. Anything else?"
"Yeah," Tony says somberly, knowing that the next topic was too sensitive to ignore any longer. "What do we tell Fury?"
"About what," Fury's voice echoes through the room as the door slides open, "exactly?"
Steve stares down at the contents of the crate blankly, feeling the bitter disappointment well up in his throat. He should've known. He should've guessed.
He shouldn't have been so naïve.
Grabbing the rifle, he makes his way back to the lab, hoping Stark and the others were still there.
They were, and they had company.
"…doing, Mister Stark?" he hears Fury ask from two corridors away. The sound isn't at all muffled, so maybe someone left the door open, and Steve's hearing had increased exponentially since…well, that day. It made it difficult for him not to eavesdrop on people, even at this distance.
"Um, kind of been wondering the same thing about you," Stark replies.
Fury sounded angry when he says, "You're supposed to be locating the Tesseract—"
"We are," Dr. Banner tells him, and Steve hurries along the last hallway. "The model's locked and we're sweeping for the signature now. When we get a hit, we'll have the location within half a mile."
"Yeah, and you'll get your cube back. No muss, no fuss—" Steve hears something beep as he finally reaches the hallway that leads to the lab, and through the glass walls, he sees Stark pull out a small device from his phone, "—hey, what's Phase Two?"
Somehow, Steve manages to time his entrance perfectly, breezing past the brothers, Dr. Banner, and Agents Coulson and Romanoff to slam the gun onto a tabletop. "Phase Two is SHIELD uses the cube to make weapons," he declares, straightening up to face Fury full-on.
"Rogers," Fury sighs and walks toward him, "we gathered everything related to the Tesseract. This does not mean—"
"I'm sorry, Nick," Stark interrupts once more as one of the glass displays lights up, showing moving pictures of what looks like a missile being assembled, the words Phase Two printed at the very top. "What were you lying?"
Steve can see Fury scrambling to explain everything away, and he's angry enough that he pulls a page out of Tony Stark's book and cuts the man off before he can speak. "You told me," he snaps, "that you're continuing Howard's work, that you're using it figure out 'unlimited sustainable energy,' but you aren't!"
"Yes, we are!" Fury exclaims.
"Stop lying to me!" Steve brings his fists down, cracking the glass of the table. Fury snaps his hand to his gun, and Steve scoffs, eyeing him and suddenly seeing not a friend and ally, but a liar trying to use him for his own selfish means. "I was wrong, director," he says, letting his disappointment show in his tone. "The world hasn't changed a bit."
"Did you know about this?" Dr. Banner asks, and Steve turns to see him directing his question to Agents Coulson and Romanoff.
Agent Romanoff shakes her head. "No," she replies, keeping her hand on her gun, though to her credit, she hadn't unsnapped the safety strap of her holster. "Like I said before, I've been on assignment for a while now."
Agent Coulson—the only one who didn't move for his gun—steps forward, and Steve realizes that he'd known. When he asked Coulson earlier about what Fury hadn't been telling them, Coulson had blatantly told them he didn't know what Fury was keeping a secret. "Captain, there is a reason why SHIELD possesses—"
"And what reason would SHIELD have for using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction?" Dr. Banner interjects, his body language suddenly loosening. That's when Steve realizes that Fury isn't wary of him—he'd been worried about Dr. Banner's reaction.
Bastard.
Fury exhales loudly and moves his hand away from his holster. "Because of them," he points to the Odinssons.
"Us?" Thor echoes with no small confusion.
"Last year," Fury begins, "Earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that leveled a small town." Steve blinks in shock and glances at the two brothers, who're both wearing sheepish expressions as they exchange pointed looks at each other. "We learned," Fury continues, "that not only are we not alone, we are hopelessly, hilariously," he looks at Steve pointedly, "outgunned."
"My people want nothing but peace with your planet!" Thor burst out indignantly.
"But you're not the only people out there, are you?" Fury asks rhetorically. "And you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched. That can't be controlled."
"Like you controlled the cube?" Steve asks bitterly.
"Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Thanos to it!" Thor points out heatedly. "It is a signal to all the realms that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war!"
That sends a thrill of alarm through Steve. "A higher form?" he echoes, but no one's paying attention to him now.
"You forced our hand!" Fury declares. "We had to come up with something—"
"A nuclear deterrent," Stark concludes sardonically. "'Cause that always calms everything right down."
"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark," Fury sneers.
But Steve can see that the man was trying to steer the conversation away, and he tries to put them back on track. "I'm sure if he still made weapons Stark would be neck-deep in this—"
"Wait, wait, wait," Stark protests. "How is this now about me?"
"I'm sorry," Steve drawls sarcastically. "Isn't everything?"
"I thought humans were more evolved than this?" Thor scoffs.
"Excuse me," Fury counters, "did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?"
"Enough!" Everyone snaps their mouths shut and looks to Loki. "Director," he says, "I believe it would be most prudent if you have the scepter secured now."
After a beat of confusion, Stark sighs. "It's amplifying our doubts," he mutters, and Steve recoils as he realizes that his intentions to make peace with Stark had just been smashed into tiny little pieces.
"Indeed, Lord Stark," Loki agrees, giving Stark another impressed look.
"Damn," Stark grins. "Say it again, would you?" Steve rolls his eyes, but as far as lightening the mood went, Stark certainly knew how to pull it off.
"Director," Coulson speaks up. "Agent Romanoff and I can secure the spear."
Fury nods. "Do it," he says, and the two agents move—Coulson picking up the black container sitting to the side of the table and Agent Romanoff focusing on the stick itself.
"Doctor, can you help me detach these?" she asks.
"Sure," Dr. Banner agrees, already stepping in beside her. It only takes them a few seconds to load the staff into the box, and then Dr. Banner's moving to Stark's side.
"Wait." Both agents pause on their way out, giving Fury a questioning glance. "When you're done with that, Agent Romanoff, head down to the detention level. See if you can get anything else out of our guest."
"I beg your pardon?" Thor growls.
"Information, brother," Loki calms his brother down. "The mortals will not touch her."
Thor exhales loudly, but nods to the red-haired agent, who approaches him before leaving. "I won't hurt her, Thor," she assures him, looking him in the eye. "I promise."
At that, Thor relaxes. "Very well, Lady Romanoff," he allows, and she exits the room with Coulson. "And we?" Thor asks the director when they'd left. "What are we to do?"
"Gentlemen, I know things are tense right now—"
"Understatement," Stark interjects, folding his arms across his chest. It emphasizes the blue circle of light seeping through his dark, printed shirt.
"—but despite all this," Fury says, gesturing to the Phase Two gun Steve had left on the table, "we can't let Thanos win."
Steve follows Stark's cue, crossing his arms as well. "Make your case, Director."
Fury smiles a little sadly. "I want to talk to you all about an idea. Mister Stark knows this."
"Oh boy," Stark sighs, leaning a hip against the counter.
"It's called," he glances first to Steve, then to Stark and Dr. Banner and Thor and Loki, "the Avenger Initiative."
Thanos can only do one thing at a time, Anna realizes when the torture ends and the mind games began. This idea is only enforced when the mind games stop too as soon as he starts showing her Loki's memories, and when even those were cut off when Loki came to talk to him.
Going on that tangent, Anna throws herself into learning magic, because if the purple motherfucker was showing her these things and thinking she was doing her best, then he wouldn't make her torture Clint or kill anyone else. So she's in the middle of learning a summoning spell a la Harry Potter when the garden fades out and she finds herself back in SHIELD's detention room. The doors—which were probably what caught Thanos's attention—were closing shut behind her dead godmother's reflection.
Anna wants to laugh, because it's brilliant, really. Of all the people SHIELD could send to interrogate Thanos, they choose two of the three people Anna hadn't grown up knowing. The bastard surprisingly doesn't blame her for it, and he does know Loki a lot better since he'd spent a long time watching every memory the trickster had, but all the same, he's a little displeased at her lack of information on their second interrogator.
'Your Clint Barton has spoken of her,' he says to Anna as he makes her body pace, acting as if he hasn't noticed the redhead's entry. 'He has feelings for this one.'
It's an attempt to taunt her, but Anna had known about Clint and Natasha Romanoff for a long time now. It's one of the issues that kept her from actually pursuing Clint in the five years she'd known him. Because, well, how could you complete with the Black Widow?
Suddenly, Thanos chuckles as he learns something new to him. 'She is your godmother!'
Anna sighs. 'That was like a posthumous award, or something equally sentimental. She was a close family friend.'
'You sound so ungrateful that she died for you.' Fucking hell, is the bastard actually chastising her for this? 'Or is it that you dislike her because of your love for Clint Barton? Or is it because,' he drawls, 'she is the reason your father died?'
A spark of anger flares up inside her, lighting up her desire to suddenly lash out and make the asshole hurt as much as she did, and Anna discovers that her fighting spirit isn't as broken as she thought it was.
'Oh please,' she snaps, having long forgotten her fear of his special brand of torture. 'Like I haven't seen anything about you? Mommy-dearest dead at your hands, much?' She grunts as the motherfucker sends a brief jolt of pain through her, in the process showing her that particular memory once more.
"Sui-San," Thanos fell to his knees, slipping his hands under the dead body. "Mother."
'You grow immune to my power,' Thanos rumbles, cutting off the vision. He sounds half-pleased and half-not at her tenacity. 'You are a strong one. Much stronger than the Asgardian prince. You have much potential.'
Anna tries to snort, but she's been unable to control her own body for a while now, so she's not surprised that the sound doesn't escape her throat.
She feels her lips quirk into a smile under Thanos's control. "There's not many people who can sneak up on me," her voice says as her body turns around.
"But you figured I'd come," the Black Widow replies with a knowing glint in her eyes.
Her throat hums. "After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend. As a balm. And I would cooperate."
Green eyes hardened. "I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton."
"I'd say I expanded his mind," Thanos taunts, but at the same time, he's pushing Anna back further into her mind, completely muffling the conversation that was now taking place so that all she could do was watch as her godmother steps closer to the door of the cage and crosses her arms.
'You fucking shit!' Anna snaps, but the fucking shit pays her no attention, seemingly focused on keeping control over her body as he spoke with her dead godmother.
But Anna's slightly panicking, and the apathy she'd developed during Thanos's tortures and mind games lifts as she realizes that if she couldn't hear the conversation, then maybe Thanos would let something slip about her, breaking the second rule of time-travel Loki had told her about.
And she wouldn't know at all.
Fuck.
So she pushes against the figurative barrier that the asshole had put up, and she pushes and pushes until her desperation threatens to consume her whole and swallow her down the black hole of—
Her body jerks off the bench. Concentration broken, it takes Anna a while to realize that she'd done that.
And then she laughs, delighted and free until Thanos is done feeling shocked and forces her back once more.
"Anna?" Romanoff asks, her hearing finally returning to her. "Anna, can you fight—?"
"She can," Thanos tells their visitor, her body panting helplessly even though he'd regained control. "But not for long. Even now she weakens against my will." A chuckle escapes him, and he smiles at the redhead. "I never had this much trouble from your new Asgardian pet."
The Black Widow steps even closer, peering intently at her. "Anna, hold on," she encourages. "Loki's working on something to get him out, okay? But right now, I need to you to answer a few questions."
It's kind of weird that the first words her godmother ever says to her are filled with encouragement. She'd always imagined that it would fall along the lines of 'Stay away from Clint, you bitch.' And while she hates the infamous Black Widow for so many things, including Clint's unwavering loyalty to her even after death, it's also pretty thrilling that her godmother is being so nice to her.
'Okay,' she tries to say, but the fucker has renewed his grip over her, rendering her powerless once more.
"You worry for dear Anna when you should worry about your Agent Barton," he goads, and at that, both she and Natasha Romanoff stiffen at the threat. "But no. No, I won't touch Barton," he says, stepping closer to where the redhead stood, "not until I make him kill you. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear. And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work—"
Still moving against him, she snapped her hand forward quickly, driving it forcefully into his neck. Running her fingers up his chest, Anna panted as she cupped his cheeks gently, twisting his head sharply until she heard a snap.
"—and when he screams I'll split his skull!"
She came back to her senses, abruptly feeling the ache between her thighs, the cock buried inside her and the sweat rolling down her back as she stared at Clint's dead body, remembering how she'd—
Thanos pounds a fist into the cage wall, bringing a numb Anna back to the present. "This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"
Hearing the vision described with her own voice—hearing that Thanos would make Clint do to the one woman he loved the most what Anna had done to him—is worse than anything he'd ever shown her. Because all that torture, all those sick things he'd made her do, they were all just in her head. Because now she realizes that she'd known that it wasn't real.
But now he was saying it aloud, saying it to the woman Anna knew Clint Barton's heart and mind had never let go of, and somehow, letting Natasha Romanoff know all that? That made it real. Made it possible. Made it probable.
And Anna…god, but she loves Clint too much to let his future turn out the way it had. That's why Anna had agreed to Loki's price, agreed to come back here and fix everything. It didn't matter that she would never know her father, but if her mother could have him back? If Clint could keep his beloved 'Tasha' and live as happily ever after as they could together? If Uncle Thor still had his Jane Foster to cherish and make his queen?
Then the price of coming back here was worth it, and she wouldn't let Thanos screw everything up again.
"You are a Stark, and your forefathers never knew how to give up."
Holding those words close to her, Anna snaps forward and somehow manages to push Thanos off to the side, seizing control of her body back with both metaphorical hands. Her hand spreads across the glass and squeaks as it slid down with her while she falls to her knees and meets her godmother's stare. "Tash—!" she grunts, then groans long and low, squeezing her eyes shut as Thanos rages from within her, his words garbled and incoherent with fury as he slams his will against hers, fighting for dominance.
"Anna!" Natasha calls. "Anna, look at me! How do I save Clint? How do we get rid of the mind control? Anna!"
"Punch 'im…hard…head…" she grits out without even needing to think twice about it. Clint had drilled into her head soon after their started living together that 'cognitive recalibration' would get rid of any mind-control spell.
"Punch him in the head? That will get rid of the mind control?" Natasha repeats urgently.
"Yes!" is the last thing Anna says, and then she's shrieking as Thanos returns to the tried and tested method that works on her.
Notes:
Disclaimer: I own none of the scenes listed below. The words, arranged in those orders, all belong to the screen writers of The Avengers 2012 movie.
Phase Two Scene: The part where everyone is present in the lab when Steve comes in with the gun is from the…well, from the movie's Phase Two scene. Again, I just wanted to make it clear that even if this is an AU of The Avengers 2012 movie, everyone will stay as in character as I can keep them.
"Stop lying to me": Bruce Banner says this to Natasha Romanoff in the hut at the beginning of the movie. Why did I put that there? Well, all the clues are in all of Steve's POVs. Guess, my darlings. Go on. Give it your best shot. :)
Detention Room Scene: The part where Thanos taunts Natasha Romanoff comes from the scene between Loki and Black Widow in the detention level. Here, I'm trying to emphasize that Thanos was really the one doing all the walking and talking using Loki's body. It's his ideas, it's his words, it's his actions, but in the movie, he did it hiding behind Loki's face so that in the future (aka the end of the movie and my chapter 1) he can get into Asgard without Odin being aware of an intruder. If you haven't figured that out by now, then, "You're Welcome." More on why he went to Asgard in the future in later chapters, though if you're a hard-core Marvel fan, I think you know what Thanos is after, yeah?
