Fury gathered the remaining heroes and they met back in the briefing room. A look of numb shock was shown across all their devastated faces. Fury made his way to Steve.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them." He tossed Coulson's Captain America trading cards on the table towards Steve. Steve picked them up, a look of guilt came across his face. "We're dead in the air up here," he announced. "Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming." He looked around regretfully. "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes." Tony gets up and walks off, not wanting to hear anymore. The rest remain silent, looking down in thought.

Thor looked around the meadow he had landed. In front of him he saw Mjölnir and walked over to it. He went to pick it up but stopped. Instead he looked up to the sky and thought over what had happened and what he had to do.

Banner awoke up in an abandoned building, thankfully in human form. He looked around and saw he is in a pile of rubble. He looked up at the open ceiling he crashed in. Finally he looked down at his naked body. To the side a security guard stood there, amazed.

"You fell out of the sky!" He called out.

"Did I hurt anybody?" He queried.

"There's nobody around here to get hurt. You did scare the hell out of some pigeons though." He replied, much to Banners relief.

"Lucky."

"Or just good aim. You were awake when you fell."

"You saw?

"The whole thing, right through the ceiling. Big and green and buck ass nude. Here..." He threw Banner a pair of big pants. Banner thankfully pulled them on.

"I didn't think those would fit you until you shrunk down to a regular size fella."

"Thank you."

"Are you an alien?" The guard wandered.

"What?"

"From outer space, an alien?"

"No."

"Well then, son, you've got a condition."

Barton woke with a shock. He looked around to discover he was strapped down to an examination table. Natasha watched over him as Barton tried to shake off Loki's mind control.

"Clint, you're gonna be alright," she assured him.

"You know that? Is that what you know? I got...I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out."

"We don't have that long."

"Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?"

"You know that I do," she reminded him.

"Why am I back? How did you get him out?" He asked.

"Cognitive recalibration. I hit you really hard in the head," she explained.

"Thanks."

Natasha began to unfasten the restraints keeping Barton to the table.

"Tasha, how many agents?"

"Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for."

"Loki, he got away?"

"Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?

"I didn't need to know. I didn't ask. He's gonna make his play soon though. Today."

"We gotta stop him."

"Yeah? Who's we?"

"I don't know. Whoever's left."

"Well, if I put an arrow in Loki's eye socket, I'd sleep better I suppose."

"Now you sound like you." Natasha sat down next to her partner and friend.

"But you don't. You're a spy, not a soldier. Now you want to wade into a war. Why? What did Loki do to you?"

"He didn't, I just..." She paused. "I've been compromised. I got red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out."

Tony stands alone in the empty detention section. He stared at the empty cell container, remaining silent and unmoving. He finally looked away as Clark entered.

"Was he married?" Clark asked

"No. There was a uh...cellist, I think."

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

"He was an idiot." Clark looked at him in shock.

"Why?"

"For taking on Loki alone."

"He was doing his job. Besides, he wouldn't have had to if I had been there."

"Don't beat yourself up kid, he was out of his league. He should have waited for us. He should have..."

"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony." They both turned to see Captain America walk in.

"Right. How did that work for him?"

"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?" Tony turned around sharply.

"We are not soldiers! I am not marching to Fury's fife!"

"None of us are," Clark shouted, stopping the two from arguing. "Right now we've got to put aside whatever issues we have. The world is in danger, we are the last hope. The second that this fight is over then you two can go back to arguing. But not until we stop Loki. Do it for Coulson, not let his death go to waste." They became silent, thinking over everything that's happened to them. Tony starred at the blood stained wall.

"He made it personal," he stated.

"That's not the point."

"That is the point. That's Loki's point. He hit us all right where we live. Why?" Clark and Steve think this over for a second.

"To tear us apart." They realised.

"He had to conquer his greed, but he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants. He wants to beat us and he wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience.

"Right, I caught his act at Germany."

"Yeah That's just a preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered..." All of sudden Tony realised Loki's plan. "Son of a bitch!"

On top of Stark tower in the heart of New York City Selvig worked around the CMS device that had already been set up upon the rooftop of Tony's tower.

Steve walked into the medical bay, dressed in full uniform. Natasha looked up at him, unprepared.

"Time to go," he ordered.

"Go where?"

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" As he said this Barton walked out of the restroom.

"I can," he answered. Steve looked at Natasha and she nodded her head to confirm Barton's on their side.

"You got a suit?"

"Yeah."

"Then suit up."

A blinding bolt of lightning struck down from above, colliding on MJÖLNIR. The explosion was massive. As the lightning hit the hammer armour began to grow around Thor. As the Lightning faded away Thor was covered completely in armour. Captain America pulled on his helmet and shield. Tony made some last minute fixes to his Iron Man helmet. Black Widow attached a gloved gauntlet with her rounds on her wrist. A blue light charged around her fist signalling it was fully charged and ready. Hawkeye slipped on his quiver of arrows, next to him stood Green Arrow.

"Your not gonna try and kill us are you?" Oliver asked.

"Not unless you keep giving me weird looks." The two turned to face each other. Suddenly both broke out into laughter.

"Nice bow," Oliver complimented.

"Your isn't to bad either."

Victor made some minor adjustments to his circuitry. He wiggled his fingers, testing to make sure everything was in working order. His hand clenched into a fist and a determined smile came over his face. Arhtur stepped out of the shower, although it may not have seemed like much but he was now back at full strength. Finally, Bart did the only thing he could do, eat. He munched on a sandwich he'd found, much to annoyance of a SHIELD agent whose lunch he took.

Clark approached Fury.

"What can I do for you?" Fury asked. Clark held up the jacket he'd given him, it'd been shredded, wripped and burnt during his fight with the Hulk.

"I was wondering if you had a spare?" He asked hopefully. Fury smiled in return.

"I have something better." Clark followed Fury until they reached a locked room.

"It was completed a few hours ago. Just in time it seems." Inside Fury opened another door. Clark's eyes widened in shock at what he saw. Inside was a mannequin, dressed in a full suit made for him. The suit consisted of red boots, blue pants, a yellow belt wrapped around the waist, a long sleeved blue shirt with his family crest on the front in red and yellow and finally a red jacket with his family crest on the front in red. Fury laughed at Clark's look of amazement.

"Suit up."

"Woah Clark, nice suit!" Bart exclaimed as Clark entered the docking bay. The team entered a quinjet, except for Iron Man who started flying towards New York. The quinjet' engine roared to life as Barton piloted the ship out of the Helicarrier and towards Loki.

Loki knelt down, staff in hand. The world around him disappeared, replaced by space.

"What is it that you seek?" The Other demanded, his face covered in its usual black hood.

"The invasion will soon begin," Loki announced.

"Excellent," the Other replied.

"There is one issue though." The Other looked at him in annoyance.

"What?" It demanded.

"The humans have a Kryptonian with them."

"A Kryptonian?! That's impossible, they're extinct."

"Not this one. I'd recognise that symbol anywhere," he spat, as if the very thought of the house of El sickened him. "But there's more. He has power, he's one of the strongest beings I've seen."

"And what do you propose we do about this Kryptonian?" A wicked smile spread across Loki's face as an idea came to mind.

Author Note:

And the final battle is soon to begin. Sorry for the wait but I guarantee the next chapter will come out a lot sooner. Another note, in case your not sure what Clark's suit looks like think the superman suit, without the red undies over the front and without the cape. Instead he has the red jacket from season 10.

I don't plan on adding anymore heroes into the story at this point because there are already so many I have to right about.

As always if you enjoyed this chapter or have any criticism, notes or ideas feel free to review.