Without need of an excuse, because being guilty by association was still a crime even in twenty twelve apparently, Kari found herself happily escorted on board the small airship of some kind and allowed to sit in a much comfier chair than she had been used to for a while now. This was all so very strange still; the blinking lights, the sounds, the musky air and real human beings instead of gods and dead gods. She could not help but stare at everything with a wide-eyed wonder, though getting strapped into her seat by Captain America's gentle but firm hands was certainly attention worthy.
"If you don't mind me saying, ma'am, you look like you've been through hell and back." The stars and stripes adorned hero talked casually, as he finished adjusting the straps to fit the small woman snugly into her chair, with an added prolonged blue eyed stare at her scoffing of his words. "Did I hear you mention before something about a dragon?"
"You really don't want to know." Kari looked away suddenly feeling uncomfortable by the continuation of the man's gaze, dimly aware of being read like an open book.
"If Reindeer games has a pet dragon, I want to know about it and where I can get one for myself." Stark cut in as if any more great hulking men needed to do an imposing lean above the fatigued prisoner.
"This is not a joke." Steve stood from his hunched position to give his full and undivided consideration to his armoured comrade.
"Who's joking?"
"Nobody has a dragon." Kari spat back, the heat and man odour surrounding her like a thick layer of testosterone was beginning to make her edgy - especially as neither intruder had anything to eat on them.
"So if you're not the dragon keeper, then who are you, curly Sue?"
"Uh… K-"
"Kari, goddess of wind and blizzards." Loki cut in before she had the chance to introduce herself.
"Eh?" Kari tried to lean forward, only to find herself restricted and space unavailable, attempting to comprehend what new and wondrous lies had just exited the prince's mouth.
"Another asgardian?" The overly tight uniform wearing lady spy appeared from the cockpit with ears burning as she glanced between the prisoners.
"Eh?" Kari repeated with added emphasis on the question mark this time around.
"He's lying." Steve's frown filtered into his tone.
"What makes you say that?" Stark queried as his arms folded; the level of bravado between the two men building up rather nicely.
"Because he's Loki."
"He's right, you can read the girl like a book." Both men turned to look at the red head, there posturing distilled a moment to further change there gaze back to the female prisoner now pouting at what could only be taken as an insult.
"She is the protégé of Fandral the dashing." Loki withheld the smirk Kari was sure he was so desperate to release. "You recall him do you not?"
"One of the asgardians that helped to defend Puente Antiguo a year ago?"
"He did?" Kari interjected at the thought of her grandfather doing something other than swanning around the palace, preening himself and bedding women.
"Is this true?" Agent Romanoff was now interrogating from what little Kari could tell.
"Well… I suppose, I mean… I don't know what a protégé is, I thought it was kinky underwear-"
"Ah, I think you mean a negligee there, but an easy mistake to make." Stark was quick to jump in and correct with the topic being so up his alley.
"Is that what it's called? With the straps and-"
"You can discuss lingerie another time." The spy all but clicked her fingers in front of the prisoner to get her back on topic.
"Right, uh, yeah, uh, he's my granddad." She shrugged with some finality as if this explained everything for the last ten years – or two and a bit from her perception of time.
With that irrelevant slice of information out of the way she quickly became another piece of the furniture, strapped to a chair, as the three-man team of avengers decided to give Loki a well deserved looming over. Of course, being Loki, he was about as co-operative as a crazy bag of cats; his words for the time being used up as he shut down into silence mode staring between the cluster of interrogators at a mat of brown curly hair across from him trying desperately to ignore him. As the shield agent finally ran out of questions to not get a response to, she manoeuvred herself back to the cockpit with a confident purpose.
"What are you doing?" Kari half whispered, half mouthed at the staring asgardian once the two male heros had wandered away to have another round of 'who is the manliest', now they were all safely off the ground and flying to wherever.
"Why are you whispering, is this a library?" He mouthed back much to her confusion for a handful of seconds.
"Dick!" She lifted her pinkie finger giving it a twiddle to emphasis just how big she reckoned his real staff was before looking away to have a pout at the back of the vessel.
This was not how she had expected anything to go down. Coming back to earth should have been joyous, a lot less eventful and a non-arrestable offense. Why was Loki here anyway? He sure liked to make fun of her midgardian, mortal, status back on asgard. Maybe he secretly wanted to be human, that might explain a lot. Now she was staring at him critically, which the prince did not seem to like very much if his tightening brows were anything to go by - a change in the tide of battle that made her chuckle awkwardly louder than she would have liked. Iron man and Captain America giving her an eyebrow raised glance, however, was definitely the least of her problems when a storm overhead started up.
"What's the matter?" Steve questioned a panicking Loki staring upwards at the rumble of thunder surrounding them. "Scared of a little lightening?"
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." He responded as if in warning.
Glances were exchanged among the occupants of the airship, Kari shrugging as blue eyes fell on her for a second time before drifting away to join all the staring the ceiling was getting. As if on queue a very loud 'thud' occurred as something big and heavy collided with the roof and an agitated squeal escaped the over imaginative female prisoners lips. This did not sound good; actually this sounded like a horror movie bad which technically was an audience good.
Stark and Steve both reached out to opposite sides of the vessel, one collecting his helmet and the other bracing himself to tug on his hood, readying for imminent trouble. On the other hand the lady spy practically eye rolled at all the commotion, rebalancing the ship and setting it back on its original course. Of course, Iron man being Tony Stark, was the first to assert his dominance and open the hatch at the back of the craft.
"What are you doing?" Steve called over the volume of the hydraulics in action and air pressure stabilising inside the small space.
Stark was not listening however, his long silent, strides towards the door only halted when forcibly stopped. A great hulking figure dropped down from the top of the ship, landing heavily on the ramp way leading in. Kari would have laughed at the trickster's expression of fright if not equally as freaked out by all the noises, confusion and general airsickness she was getting from the goings on. A hammer was thrown, Iron man went flying backwards and without another word Thor had his hands around his brothers throat and hauled him off into the atmosphere as if dropping hundreds of feet in a storm was no big deal. It probably was not to a bunch of crazy gods but that was all beside the point; the point being something else entirely.
"OH MY GOD!" Kari shouted loud enough for everyone to hear whether they wanted to or not. "DID THAT BASTARD JUST LEAVE ME HERE?"
"And now there's that guy." Iron man got to his feet from the crumpling he had previous done on the floor from the hammer blow.
"Another asgardian?" Romanoff called from the cockpit, looking over her chair a split second to try and get a better glance at what was going on behind her.
"That guys a friendly?" Captain America seemed utterly confused about the situation, his attention drifting from face to face trying to find some sense in all the madness surrounding him.
"He's an idiot that's what he is." Kari decided to throw in her two cents, arms folded as she glared at the floor somewhat on the annoyed and dangerous side of livid.
"It doesn't matter, if he frees Loki or kills him, the tesseract is lost." Iron man waved all the talk off in favour of action.
"Stark we need a plan of attack." Steve shouted after the armour wearing billionaire making his way out of the ship.
"I have a plan." He paused, turning to look across the deck at his fellow avenger with a hint of irony. "Attack."
Without another word, Iron man was out the door, stabilisers igniting to power him mid air on the trail of the falling asgardians. The stars and stripes wearing soldier was suddenly running on diesel, darting across the vessel to snag a parachute and beginning to strap himself to it, intent on going after all persons involved in leaping out of the ship.
"I'd sit this one out cap'." Romanoff called from her piloting seat, distracted otherwise with flashing lights and important looking switches to flip.
"I don't see how I can."
"These guys come from legend, they're basically gods."
"There's only one god, ma'am, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." Captain America disapproved, snatching up his shield before taking a running leap out of the airship.
Well this was nice. It seemed like everybody on board, bar the pilots, wanted off the ship but unlike her, actually had that as a viable option. Even Loki got to leave and he was a criminal or something. What was Thor doing here as well anyway? Picking up his brother no doubt and leaving her behind to fend for herself. Actually, maybe that was a good thing; she did not really want to go back to Asgard, not with one-eyed Odin-complex still alive. Well, it had been eight years so maybe he was dead; Odin was a very old looking man after all, anything could have happened. Living on earth again though? She would have to get a job, a new place, new clothes and start paying council tax again. What if she was registered dead or something? That would be really awkward and no doubt long and tedious to clear up. Right, earth was starting to sound like a pain in the butt. Maybe she could still get to Jotunheim again? That would probably involve Loki's help and he seemed pretty close to finding himself behind bars soon if all this malarkey was anything to go by.
"Ugh!" Kari groaned loudly as she slumped into her seat as best she could when so neatly strapped to it. "Whatever…"