EDIT: All I did was put Parts 1 and 2 of Chapter 5 into one chapter because I now see that it was really unnecessary to split it up into two parts. So this is the entirety of Chapter 5. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

The Helicarrier rocked violently and I was thrown against the wall, barely stopping my head from bashing against it. I slid down onto the floor, the Helicarrier still somewhat rocking. I used the wall for support and stumbled to the control room, where people were frantically trying to keep the airship in the air.

Fury looked up at me, "Good, you're here! I need you to-"

He was cut off by a loud, guttural roar. My eyes widened, "That's not a good sound. . ."

He nodded, "And the engines are failing. Stark and Rogers are already on their way to repair them."

"Want me to cover for them and keep the enemies away?"

"Yes. And hurry!"

I briefly saluted Fury and sped away, well, as fast as a person with sore legs can run anyway. I stopped in one of the corridors, trying to catch my breath. I watched as Natasha sped past me, a worried look on her face. I was briefly confused, until I turned around and saw an angry Hulk chasing after her. My eyes bulged and I ran as fast as I could because now he was also chasing me.

As I ran, I looked up at the ceiling and managed to jump and climb onto the rafter. The big green monster stopped, looking up at where I was, and, with green eyes burning with rage, roared furiously at me. I had to cover my ears with my hands, the roar was so loud. Then, the beast turned his attention to Natasha, who was still running away, and chased after her again. I waited, making sure that he was truly gone before dropping down and grunting slightly in pain. As I slowly stood up, I quickly got out of the way as Thor ran by, no doubt trying to stop the Hulk from tearing the Helicarrier to shreds.

Figuring the God of Thunder had everything under control, I once again made my way towards where Stark and Steve were. On my way there, a bunch of enemy soldiers were running towards the engine they were working on. I narrowed my eyes and flung a huge fireball at them, knowing I had to do something to keep them busy. The majority of them turned their attention to me, but while I was busy trying to fight them off, two slipped away, heading towards the engine.

By the time I had either chased away or killed the soldiers, Stark, in his Ironman suit, almost crashed into a wall, tackling a soldier who was shooting at Steve. I stood there, panting. Shallow cuts were on my head and blood leaked a bit from my nose. Wiping a bit of blood away, I looked at Stark and Steve, "You okay?"

Steve nodded, entering the corridor, "Yeah. . ."

Stark just briefly raised an arm to show that he was still alive.

"So I take it that the engine got repaired?"

"Yeah," Steve said, "but we did run into some trouble with a few soldiers."

"Sorry, I tried to keep most of them away."

"It's fine, Robin! It could've been worse!"

I nodded, "Yeah. . ."

Sadly, things did get worse. Mere minutes after we were attacked, Loki escaped, killing Agent Phil Coulson in the aftermath. Thor was launched out of the Hellicarrier when Loki used his cage trap against him, and Bruce was sent flying to the Earth, still a raging Hulk. The only good thing that had happened during the attack was that Natasha managed to save Clint Barton from Loki's mind control.

I stood in the prison room, staring at the empty space where the cage used to be. I couldn't handle sitting in the meeting room with Stark, Steve, and Fury. They were probably talking about Coulson's death. Fury had almost sounded close to tears, and when a spy as hardened as himself was showing such an emotion, everyone knew that something terrible happened.

Pretty soon, Stark and Steve joined me in a moment of silence, before Steve decided to speak up. "Was he married?"

Stark blinked, "Uh, no . . . he was a cellist . . . I think. . ."

"I'm sorry . . . he seemed like a good man. . ."

I bowed my head and walked to the wall, kneeling beside the bloodstain where Coulson's dead body was lying moments before, and gently touched it. I was barely paying attention when Stark looked up at Steve, ". . .He was an idiot!"

"Why? For believing?"

"For taking on Loki alone!"

"He was doing his job."

"He was out of his league! He should have waited! He should have. . ."

"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony."

"Right. How did that work for him?"

"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?"

"We are not soldiers!" Stark said, raising his voice a bit before pausing and saying more quietly, "I'm not marching to Fury's fife."

"Neither am I. He's got the same blood on his hands that Loki does, but right now we gotta put that behind us and get this done. Now Loki needs a power source, if we can put together a list. . ."

I looked up, snapping out of my depressing thoughts as I noticed Stark staring at the blood stain before looking back at Steve, "He made it personal," He said, interrupting Steve.

Steve blinked, "That's not the point."

"That is the point. That's Loki's point. He hit us all right where we live. Why?"

"To tear us apart."

"Yeah, divide and conquers great, but he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants. He wants to beat us, he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience!"

"Right. I caught his act in Stuttgart."

"Yeah. That's just previews, this is . . . this is opening night. And Loki, he's a full-tail diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built to the skies with his name plastered-" he cut off, his eyes widening in realization, ". . .Son of a bitch!" Stark walked out into the hallway, quickly and suddenly. I shared a brief and confused glance with Steve before we walked out after him.

Steve looked to me, "Go get ready. I'll let Romanoff know what's going on." I nodded, running up to my quarters, throwing on my black armor and strapping on my throwing knives and a few guns Natasha had lent me. After we all got ready, all five of us, Stark, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and I headed out to the jets.

A pilot stopped us, "You guys aren't authorized to be in here!"

Steve held up his hand, "Son, just don't."

Stark flew ahead of us in his Ironman suit with us following behind him in a jet. I sat in the back, no one saying anything until I suddenly spoke up, "Steve . . . you know how Stark called Loki a full-tail diva?"

"Yeah . . . what about it?" Steve asked.

"Is it bad that I can now imagine Loki strutting down a red carpet in a fur cloak doing sassy fashion model poses?"

Natasha snickered, "Really? That image popped into your head?"

I nodded, giggling, "Yeah . . . I have a wild imagination! Don't judge me!"

Pretty soon, we all reached New York. I stared at what was already destroyed. I whistled and said, "Wow . . . sassy diva man works fast. . ."

Steve sighed, looking at first the open portal that allowed Loki's army, the Chitauri, to enter Earth, and then at the people running from the chaos. "They're sitting ducks out there."

Clint landed the jet, opening the door and heading out into the streets. The rest of us followed after him. I looked up at Stark tower, seeing an odd, blue beam erupt from the top of the skyscraper. "That must be where Loki has the Tesseract," I said, pointing at the building.

Steve nodded, "And it looks like Stark is already fighting off the Chitauri." Steve looked to Natasha and Clint, "Could you use the jet to help Stark fight off the Chitauri?" They nodded and flew away. "And Robin. . ." Steve turned to address me, but I was already heading towards Stark Tower.

Steve called after me, "Robin!" He tried to catch up, but a wave of Chitauri soldiers attacked him. By the time he fought them off, I was already gone. I stood in the lobby, peering at the ruined furniture. I looked first to a staircase, and then an elevator door. "Hmm . . . stairs or elevator?" I walked to the elevator, "Elevator. I'm too lazy for stairs!" By the time I had made it to the top floor, both Thor and the Hulk had arrived and were doing their part in battle.

I walked out into the room, looking at a splendid view of a destroyed city. I stood before the window, placing my hands on my hips, and then I put my hands in front of me, making a box shape with my forefingers and thumbs. "Yeah . . . that could work. . ." I said to myself, "Jarvis, you got a camera anywhere? This could be an awesome picture!"

"Is now really the time for a photo?" a voice whispered in my ear with a chuckle.

I jumped, whirling around to only come face-to-face with Loki, "AHH! Don't sneak up on me like that!" I yelled, smacking his arm out of reflex.

Loki chuckled, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

I paused, staring at him, "Sh-shut up!"

"Do you always hit things when you get scared?"

"Most of the time. It's a reflex I learned in Russia. . ." I said, confused. Why isn't he trying to kill me? He killed Coulson without a second thought! I glanced out the window and jested, "I love what you've done with the place!"

He walked up to the window, an amused expression on his face, "You realize you have no chance against them, right?"

"Perhaps. . ."

"Then why fight a hopeless cause?"

"That's one of the many qualities of us mortals! Even if it seems like a lost cause, we're too damn stubborn to go down without a fight."

"That will be the end of you . . . your downfall. . ."

I shrugged, "If I die in battle, at least I'll take a few of the Chitauri with me!" I walked around the room, "Now what was I doing up here again. . . ?" I peered out the landing strip Stark had made. "Right! Portal!" I went to climb up, but a strong hand gripping my arm stopped me.

"I can't let you do that. . ." Loki said, tightening his grip.

I looked at him, "I didn't ask for your permission!" I grabbed the arm that held me with my free hand, and sent fire to my hand, burning his arm slightly. Out of reflex, Loki let go of my arm and put out the fire on him. During that time, I climbed up to a ledge and peered down at him, "Sorry, hon, but I can't let you destroy my city without my permission!" I headed towards the machine that stabilized the portal, looking up and seeing the Chitauri swarming out like angry bees. "Well. . ." I said, looking into the sky, "There goes New York. . ." I looked to the machine and picked up a rock, throwing it at it and ducking behind a crate. As suspected, a force field flung the rock back. "No, just leaving the portal machine unprotected is too easy," I grumbled, "We have to put a freaking force field on it!"

I sighed and headed back to the streets, actually starting to help fight off the Chitauri. I threw a throwing knife into the head of an alien pinning down Steve and helped him up, "Ugly little bastards aren't they?" I said, trying to lighten up the mood.

Steve nodded and smiled a little at me, "Thanks."

"No need to thank me," I said, "We're siblings, that's what we do. We save each other's sorry asses when we get in trouble!" I jumped into battle again, taking down quite a few more Chitauri. But the battle was long and hard. I had quite a few wounds from when the aliens landed a hit. None were too bad at the time, so I kept fighting.

Natasha, who was fighting alongside Steve and I, sighed, leaning against an abandoned car. "Captain, none of this is gonna mean a damn thing if we don't close that portal."

"Our biggest guns couldn't touch it," Steve replied.

"Well, maybe it's not about guns."

"You wanna get up there, you're gonna need a ride."

Natasha glanced up at the sky and backed up, "I got a ride. I could use a lift though."

Steve put his shield in front of him, "You sure about this?"

"Yeah, it's gonna be fun." Before I knew it, Natasha ran forward, jumping off of Steve's shield and grabbing onto a passing Chitauri aircraft.

"Okay," I said, "That was crazy, but awesome!" I looked up, "Think she needs help?"

Steve shook his head, "Robin . . . don't-"

Too late. I already jumped and caught myself an alien ride, following after Natasha. Once I got close, I jumped off and skidded to a landing, scraping my hands slightly. Natasha looked up, "Robin?"

"Thought I'd cover for you. Aliens might get smart and try to stop you."

She nodded, "Okay."

Just as suspected, an alien snuck up behind me, I turned around and faced him, but he slashed my head, leaving a huge gash. I cried in pain and lost my balance, falling over. As I fell, I quickly grabbed the Chitauri by the ankles, dragging him down with me. As I fell, I closed my eyes tight, awaiting a painful and brief death. When it never arrived, I hesitantly opened my eyes, and, to my utmost surprise, I saw Loki looking down at me, holding my arms. I was completely baffled as he pulled me out onto the floor, dragging me away from my death. He held me in his arms for a moment before setting me down so that I was lying on my back. He frowned slightly as he noticed the gash on my head and gently touched it with the palm of his hand. Through my blurred vision, I saw a green flash of light before I passed out.