Sorry... *dodges pitchfork* I'm back! WITH A NEW CHAPTER! Again... sorry. Because you all have been waiting so patiently, I made this chapter longer, and the next one will be relatively long as well. Along with this chapter, there are 3 left, so I'm hoping to get this story done with, cuz I have great ideas for other fics, including an X-Men fic where they all react to Days of Future Past, but I can't do that without finishing this story first! But here you go!

"Red Skull profile update". Maria Hill looked up from her paperwork in her office as a blinking light caught her eye on the computer screen in front of her.

"Impossible" she muttered.

"What's impossible?" Maria jumped as a sudden voice interrupted her thoughts. She quickly flipped her head around to see Phil Coulson standing behind her with a file clutched to his chest.

"Oh. Phil," She turned back to the computer. "Look at this."

He leaned over her shoulder and peered at the computer. "That shouldn't be possible. He died decades ago."

"Apparently not," Maria opened the notification showing a blurry picture of a person dressed in black, but with distinctly red features. "Sighting in London."

"Isn't that around where..." Phil started, but trailed off as his eyes widened and he stood up straight. "Oh."

"What?"

"We just deployed the Avengers off the coast of England," Coulson muttered, still staring blankly at the screen.

"But how is he still alive?" Maria asked.

"I don't know. Maybe the same as Steve."

"What, you think he froze, too?"

"Like I said, I don't know," Phil shrugged.

"Well, I don't think so. They didn't find anyone with Steve in the remains, and he said Schmidt disappear."

"Thor told us that the Tesseract was the Space Stone, so maybe it transported him somewhere? Maybe somewhere time stops? He doesn't look a year older than the pictures they took from the forties."

"We have to tell Fury." Maria started out of her chair, but Phil stopped her.

"Wait, Hill. Look.

Maria looked back to the computer screen to see another blinking red light. It read: "Incoming message from the Avengers quinjet."

"Oh, good. They must have been successful. Better that then run into Red Skull," Coulson said.

Hill played the message: "Fury, I hate to say it, but I think we may need some back up…" A loud crash resounded over the recording, and it went silent.

Coulson frowned. "That's not good."

Hill looked up at him. "What should we do? We don't know what happened to them, and from what we know, Stark is still with that stupid Asgardian."

Coulson looked at her. "Round up some agents," he said. "We're storming the base."

He turned around to alert Fury, but found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Mr. Coulson," said the teenage girl looking down at him.

She looked about 19 years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes.

Phil stared at the girl. "What do you think you're doing?" he said in disbelief. "You can't just point a gun at me and say I can't do something."

"A bit late for that," she said.

Hill stood up behind Phil. "Who are you and what do you want?"

The girl smirked. "Right down to business, I see. I am Gabrielle Yinsen. I am your double agent."

Maria frowned. "That's a familiar name. Yinsen."

Gabrielle showed no emotion. "You might have seen it in Mr. Stark's bio. My father is Ho Yinsen, the engineer that helped him escape from the Ten Rings all those years ago. He died there, so I never really knew my own father, but I still had my mother, brother, and twin sister. The Ten Rings took my brother in the hopes that he could build them the missile instead, but he couldn't, so they killed him. My mother, as selfish as a human can get, traded me and my sister in to the Ten Rings for her own life. They killed her of course, but found use for us. But they soon collapsed, thanks to the tin can, and me and my sister failed to be normal, so we found Loki, who was looking for his own little minions. He sent me, to become a juvenile agent here at SHIELD, and my sister is with him at his base, serving out her own time as his little minion."

Phil rolled his eyes. "That's quite the backstory you have there. And your sister is with Loki?"

"Yes."

"And you have been training with us for how long?"

"Six months."

"Learn anything useful?"

"Why are you still talking?" She seemed to catch on.

"Obviously you didn't," Coulson answered his own question. "Because if you had, you wouldn't have shared everything about yourself we didn't know, and you would have realized I was stalling much earlier than you actually did." He smiled. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart."

Maria couldn't help it. She laughed. And this wasn't a chuckle, but a full-out, in hysteric's kind of laugh. Despite the fear surrounding everyone in the helicarrier, it felt good to just burst out in unexplained laughter every now and then.

Gabrielle snarled and aimed the gun at the laughing agent, just as the door slid open to show a very furious Fury.

Gabrielle's face went slack, and her gun arm dropped. "I'm screwed aren't I?"

Coulson continued smirking. "Yes, hon."

"What's going on?" The director looked at the smirking Coulson looking down the barrel of a gun held in the hand of a snarling teenager, and his best agent rolling on the ground with laughter. He just rolled his eyes. "I swear, teenagers these days."

Coulson turned to look at Fury, his face serious once more. "The Avengers-"

"I know, Coulson. I got the message. Gather a team," he said to Maria. "Best agents we have." He turned to Coulson. "You know what to do with her."

Tony grunted every time the crowbar slammed against him. His skin was already spotted with bruised, and he was certain that a few ribs were snapped. He couldn't breathe, and every part of his mangled body ached.

Red Skull continued swinging at the broken man before him, despite the angry outbursts and desperate pleads he got from the other members of the team.

Loki smiled as the red man continued his beating of the prisoner, and Alane shrank into a corner, sobbing.

Tony couldn't do it anymore; the metal bar slamming into every inch of skin left, and the red-hot pain surrounding everything made him want to give up, he just wanted to die already.

Loki, sensing this, stepped forward. "Enough," he said. "I don't want to ruin our plan."

Red Skull quit, reluctantly. "And what exactly is that?"

Loki grinned sickly at the Avengers, and then at the mangled and broken man before him. "Why, information, of course."

"Huh," Red Skull huffed before he left the room.

"Well," Loki said. "If we want information, we should start now."

The staff in his hand glowed, and turned into a diamond encrusted knife, and much to Loki's delight, there was an uproar from the heroes.

Steve leaned up against the bars as much as he could without burning himself of the energy cage. "I swear, Loki, if you lay that knife on him, I will rip out your internal organs and deep fry them," he snarled.

Loki laughed. "The only internal organs that are being ripped out and deep fried are Mr. Stark's, if you don't give me the information I require. Now," he knelt by Tony, pulled him up into a semi-sitting position, and pointed the knife towards his throat. "Tell me, where are the vaults containing the remaining Chutari weapons?"

Tony groaned as the knife was shoved closer to his neck, a few crimson droplets of blood spilling. "Steve…. Don't tell him," he managed to pant with the knife pressed to his throat.

Suddenly, everything in Steve's head clicked. "You knew, all along, that we were going to come and try to rescue him."

Loki laughed. "Of course I did! What kind of friends would you be if you didn't come?" He looked down at the struggling Tony. "And Mr. Stark has proven to be quite the leverage here, haven't you?" He turned back to the incredibly angry team and pressed harder with the knife, earning a painful groan from Tony. "Unfortunately, he has refused to tell me anything, so you will now tell me. Where are the weapons?"

So, there's you're new chapter! I can't say how long it will be until the next one, but hopefully not long. R&R