A/N: MisunderstoodSociopath is sleeping. SHHHH. Therefore, I WILL AUTHOR'S NOTE! Hey everyone, I'm ChickWithThePurpleGuitar, you may have heard of me. i'm MS's beta, as well as the author of awesome things that you should go read (*innocent grin*) I've been working with the author of this story to help her with some... shall we say, "character development issues" so we should be getting a lot more positive feedback from now on (hint, hint, hint *innocent grin again*) Anyway, hopefully we've fixed everything that needed to be fixed, so here's a chapter you've already read, rewritten and fixed. Please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: There is an extreme lack of ownership, unfortunately. If I were Joss Whedon, Coulson wouldn't be a robot, and Hill would be a recurring character (because ROBIN!) Anyway, yeah we own nothing.

Chapter Four

Steve suited up and as fast as he could and grabbed his shield. He took off at a run, Clint right at his heels. By the time they reached the containment cell, the helicarrier had slowed its descent, but Steve knew they still only had a few minutes before Stark couldn't hold them up anymore. Olivia watched them as they ran in, standing calmly in the cage, her arms crossed over her chest, her face a mask.

"What did you do?" Clint demanded, walking briskly to the control panel and opening the cover to the drop button. "I'm sure Fury told you what happens when I push this button."

"Of course," Olivia replied. "But it doesn't matter."

"Why not?" Clint asked.

"Because if you hit that button nothing will happen; your systems are in full shut down, which includes all the power for the release gate."

"How do you know that?" Steve said suspiciously.

"I can connect to mechanical systems," Olivia explained, almost reluctantly. "I could have opened the door five minutes ago." She didn't sound so sure.

"Then why didn't you?" Steve wondered aloud.

Olivia's expression—or lack thereof—faltered for a second, and she answered almost too quickly, "Because that wouldn't really be gaining your trust, now would it?"

"No," Steve agreed, frowning. "No, I guess it wouldn't."

"Why would we want to trust you?" Clint asked. "You said yourself that we were right to lock you up."

Olivia bit her lip, and Steve started paying closer attention, getting the feeling she wasn't as comfortable threatening them as she'd previously seemed. "You were right to do that, but that doesn't mean you can't trust me," Olivia tried to explain, starting to sound nervous. "You- you have to trust me. You need me."

Clint started to say something else, but Steve stopped him. "Olivia, you're not giving us any reasons to trust you. How do we know you won't just turn on us?"

The girl looked straight at Steve with those piercing grey eyes. "I swear on my grandmother's life that I would never harm you."

Steve met her gaze head on and was suddenly reminded of all those terrible things that had been done to her. She was Peggy's granddaughter. Steve wanted to trust her, really. He just needed a reason to be able to. "Can you help stop our fall?"

Olivia nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Of course."

"Wait, so you just trust her like that?" Clint exclaimed.

"No," Steve replied, making Olivia's excited look falter. "This isn't trust," Steve continued. "Now how do we get you out?"

Olivia gave him a hesitant smile that Steve didn't return, then started backing up to the far end of the cage. "Just stand back. There might be a bit of a blast."

Steve quickly backed up. Clint stayed at the control panel, unsure of what to do.

Olivia started running forward. Steve cried out to stop her, but before she had a chance to listen, she slammed into the wall and fell back with a cry of pain.

"What was supposed to happen?" Clint asked her, one eyebrow raised.

Olivia glared at him. "I was supposed to crash through the wall. Not the most efficient way, but effective… usually…"

"Why didn't it work?" Steve wondered.

Olivia frowned, looking nervous. "I… I don't know."

Suddenly, there was a slight whoosh of air, something that a normal person couldn't hear. Olivia looked behind the superheroes and her eyes widened. "Steve, look out!"

Clint and Steve spun around and immediately whipped out their weapons.

A man with shoulder length black hair stood in the doorway. His intelligent blue eyes surveyed the room and he smiled, crease lines forming around his eyes. "What? No welcome party?" he asked coolly.

It was none other than Loki.

A/N: Hey it's MS again. I just woke up, thanks for letting me sleep. Please review!