A/N: I decided to update quickly cause I had things to do and because I really likes this chapter. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or Supernatural

Warnings: Ummm, Idk. Cursing? Violence? Someone getting stabbed or even shot multiple times, and that person being Gabriel? Read to find out?

Heimdall only looked at Thor as he babbled on, finally cutting in to say, "You need to explain this matter more slowly, or I fear that you might end up confusing me more than I already am." He was trying to be polite, and he added, "Sorry for the disruption."

Thor's jaw slackened as if he was tired, with his eyes darting here and there. "My apologies Heimdall, it's just that there are too many things I do not understand." He paused and stared at the stars. "Are you still not able to see Loki?"

"Loki has hidden himself from me ever since he could bend magic at his will. It still continues on." Heimdall also turned around and faced the stars. "I still cannot see any trace of him. He continues to hide from my eyes."

Thor pressed his mouth in a thin line. "Loki was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D, a secret intelligence force on Midgard . . . "

"Aye, I have heard news that he was imprisoned, how did the shackles hold-"

"He escaped," Thor blurted out. "The shackles father gave me to capture Loki did not work. I do not understand, it was almost exactly like the first time. Except I was there, and he took them off as if they were jewlery and not at all locked. As if they were nothing."

Heimdall's facial expression remained emotionless. "That it strange indeed," he said. "Has he been dwindling with dark magic recently? Have you felt anything off?"

"Well, everyone including myself think he is stronger than before. He has been able to perform many stunts that I had not know him to do before. But I do not know where he has gotten all his power from. Could it be dark magic?"

Heimdall closed his eyes. "I unfortunately would expect it so."

"There is something about Loki," Thor shook his head, "that I know is not right. He is not well. He is not himself. The power he harbors is unfamiliar. He claims that he is another."

Heimdall faced Thor as he continued. "He kept remarking that I was not his brother . . . " Thor gulped and lowered his voice. "And that Frigga was not his mother."

"He still probably resents the family," Heimdall interjected before Thor could say anything else. "Queen Frigga told me of once when Loki was imprisoned, he claimed not to be her son right to her face."

"No, Heimdall, you don't understand," Thor said, and began to pace. "He looked happy and jolly. Nothing of what he used to be. Almost like he was a mere child again, but when he said I was not his brother, that Odin was not his father, and that Frigga was not his mother," he paused, "Loki didn't have any hate in his eyes. He didn't have that anger, it was as if it had just disappeared. That is not possible, right?"

"Nay, I do not know. But that is quite interesting indeed. Maybe his imprisonment deranged him," Heimdall offered. "Solitary imprisonment for a long time damages people . . . but your brother was strong."

Thor was about to answer that yes, Loki was stronger (even more stronger than before) but he suddenly remembered the most important detail he had forgotten to mention.

"His eyes," he said quickly. "His eyes are the color of the tesseract now. A light, oh so very light, blue. Although he does not seem to be under it's influence."

"And his eyes were blue when he was under the influence of the tesseract, no?"

Thor nodded. "They were indeed . . . You do not think he is under their influence again, right? Again, he did not seem to be controlled, but that would not be likely, for the danger is still at bay?"

"The danger is coming, soon. But if there was anything dangerous, I would make sure it would not slip my eye. It is too soon." Heimdall shifted slightly. "If the Chitauri have managed to hide under my gaze, it might explain Loki's erratic behavior. His overwhelming power you described, the way he is off, too. I heard that his appearance was slightly altered, aye?"

"Aye, I say again that his eyes are once again blue, and he changed his hair to a light shade of coppery white. Otherwise, his stature or facial features remain the same." Thor threw his hands up, and in an aggravated voice he said, "I do not understand. Heimdall, could you see the people that Loki killed?"

"Aye," Heimdall nodded. "The ones who lived, I did see them. Once or twice. If I look, I can see. Almost all of them had committed great felonies."

"Why do you think Loki killed all those people then? One of my friends said it was because he felt guilty."

Heimdall sighed. "I do not know my prince. I do not know."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

The last anyone heard of Loki had been in the Helicarrier, where he was imprisoned for a small span of (what? Three days? Four?) maybe a week. The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D had kept their eyes peeled for any suspicious murders that resemble Loki's past situations. But now, after three weeks of nothing not even activity from other lesser threats, they had just about given up. Well, that was until a leader of the brutal organized gang that S.H.I.E.L.D had been looking for, turned up dead in Idaho.
And so, that was how Natasha wound up in Idaho. She was just there on orders, trying to see if Loki was still in the area, because the leader of the gang had done some bad things. In which Loki killed people who did bad things, like murder.

Not to mention the donut shop that was nearby the murder had been emptied out completely, but of course the perpetrator (a.k.a Loki) had paid in full. So, it was obvious it was Loki. He liked sweets apparently.

Twenty other agents were where Natasha was, undercover and waiting. Oh, and Clint was there too. He was holding onto the scepter because out of all of them, he knew the basics on how it worked.

"I told you that Fury should've done shock torture or something. I knew he was the cause of all those tricks." Clint said and took another bite of his hamburger. "I think he turned Thor's hammer invisible just to get him spooked."

Natasha was letting her eyes drift around both she and Clint were in. Even though there were no signs of Loki that didn't mean she wasn't alert. "Hm," she voiced in.

"I wonder why we didn't think of using the scepter before," Clint continued. "If Loki is under the influence, and I tap him, he'd be back to normal, or, well, you know, as normal as he was before. You know, less cocky, less creepy, and of course the jokes would have to stop. And if he isn't, we're screwed."

"Just remember. If he's here, we don't want any attention. Get as close to him as possible and do what he did to you." She lowered her voice. "You can stab him in the chest if you want to, too."

Clint smiled. "I sure will." He wiped his mouth. "I'm going to buy some fries, want some?"

"No, thank you," Natasha replied and looked at a leaf the blew in the wind. [How poetic.]

Clint shrugged and picked up the bag where the scepter was. "I'll be back soon."

"Okay.

It had only been maybe five seconds, before Natasha grew restless. It was pathetic really, but she couldn't just sit around while Loki might be roaming the streets. So, she glanced to where Clint was standing, and decided that since he was in a long line, she could go and take a stroll.

She silently made her way to the door, opened it and walked outside.

She'd only walked two blocks when a someone started to cause a scene, and for some reason it looked a lot like Loki. But that was impossible because Loki wouldn't sell himself out, but again, Loki had been sighted in this town and he was unpredictable.

Natasha slowed her footsteps, because, was that really Loki? It was just too suspicious. But when the tall dirty blond man cursed out "In Father's name where is it?" She immediately jumped behind a building and took out her gun.

Then, she turned on her GPS and alerted the other agents in the area, and when she was done, she peeked and took a look at Loki.

It was strange really, because at that moment he seemed to be fumbling around and looking in his pockets. She watched him for a few seconds, seeing that his jacket was old and faded, and torn.

It took ten seconds for her to decided that Loki might not be distracted forever, so she took that perfect moment to step out of the shadows. Her gun made a loud click, but Loki didn't flinch or even acknowledge the fact that he had heard when he turned around slowly with a wild or a somewhat worried look in his eyes, Natasha was getting ready to shoot.

"Did you see a blade, oh, I don't know, about wee big?" Loki held out his hands and Natasha remained motionless, her arms outstretched. "It's this silver color and, um, sharp. I dropped it. I think it's still in town."

Natasha squinted at him and swiftly touched her ear, hoping that Clint wasn't busy buying fries and that the Agents could get into position. She decided to go along with conversation. "I saw it," she said loudly. "Silver and about what, two feet? Yeah, why do you need it?"

"Well, it's kind like a personal thing," Loki huffed and put his hands on his hips. "Don't you hate it when people take your things?"

"I saw it," she repeated. "What would you do if I told you I had it."

"I guess I would have to kill you," Loki said. Then he smiled, or more like sarcastically frowned. "But you don't have it with you, and you haven't seen it either, cause I have it right here."

And with one swift movement, the blade seemed to have materialized right out of thin air. It was silver (of course) and about one foot and a half, and it was beautiful. Natasha could see the design that was engraved into it. Small swirls and reds jewels.

Again, either Loki was just really fast, or he actually did pull it out of thin air. And if is was the latter, Natasha really didn't want to find out what else he could do.

Natasha didn't falter at the sudden movement. Her arms were still outstretched. "Oh. You meant that blade. I saw another one a few blocks back," she said. "I didn't pick it up though."

"You're an assassin," Loki said suddenly and pat his own dingy jacket. "You were trained to lie, but this is just really bad lying. What are you even doing?"

She was stalling of course, but she didn't say that. Instead, she tried changing the subject. "Did you really eat that whole donut shop?"

Loki smiled. "Oh, yes I did." But very suddenly, just as the smil appeared, it was gone. "Hey, don't try to change the subject! I'm a pretty good liar too, even better than you I'd say. And nothing gets past me, so why are you lying again?"

Natasha shrugged to cover up the small buzz that rang through her pocket, indicating that all the agents were in position, and that Clint was nearby. Then, she dropped her weapon. "No reason, just felt like it," she said with another shrug.

Loki just stared at her. He even looked annoyed. "I think I'm just gonna go . . . " he said and pointed behind him. "Like, right now."

Then he went to turn around, but something stopped him. "Oh I don't think so," Clint said. And suddenly he pushed the scepter to Loki's heart, and honestly? The reaction was terrifying.

All the agents that were scattered on rooftops and in windows and underneath cars all stared in dismay (and quite possibly terror) as Loki quite literal collapsed and appeared to shake and vomit blue stuff. It was not fun to watch.

Natasha sighed and phone for the Avengers as Loki's body started to spasm and spew out more blew smoke. The other agents were pointing their weapons at him because, he was the God of Lies and Mischief, so it could be a joke. (Please let it be a joke, Clint thought because he really didn't want to get beaten up by Thor for accidentally killing Loki and let go by Fury because he'd killed the only source of information)

"Guys," she said after Clint had back away looking around like if he hadn't touched Loki at all with the scepter. "We have a situation here with Loki."

"Did he attack you?" Fury asked, being the first to answer. "What's the status?"

"No," Natasha replied quickly. "Status, complete. We got him . . . " she paused and eyed Loki as he continued to choke. "We got him."

"It sounds like you royally fucked up Nat." Tony voice in. "I can practically hear it."

This time it was Thor who answered. His voice was riddled with worry and small twinges of anger and uncertainty. "Is he hurt? Is Loki hurt?"

Natasha pressed her lips in a tight line and watched as Loki's chest stopped rising and falling, and he stopped moving.

Well fuck.

"Describe hurt," she said hesitantly.

And Tony sighed. "Welp, looks like we're fucked."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Gabriel had known the agents had been surrounding him. And he tried not to laugh when he spotted that winged guy, Clint, carrying a purse. Well, it was a large duffel bag, but to Gabriel it didn't matter.

But when he turned around and was about to make his great 'escape' or exit, (because it was truly an exit) he definitely wasn't expecting one of the Infinity stones to be stabbed directly at his heart. It wasn't stabbed really, but that's what it felt like.

In that instant when it touched his vessel's skin, he felt a piercing heat take over his body. It felt like someone was forcing down water or food or something down his throat and he wasn't pleasant. The sudden intrusion felt disgusting, and he tried to cough it up to no avail.

His vessel and true form were trying to reject the powerful and unknown source, but in doing so, it only made it worse, because he could feel the gem suck his power, and even as it was doing it slowly, it took a lot.

He continued hacking and tried to expel the substance from his body and just as he was almost done, dark spots started to swim in his vision. Well, Gabriel thought. I'm screwed. Weakened and disoriented by the gem and being captured by these humans.

And then, he was pretty everything was consumed in Darkness, but then again, he wasn't sure. (Maybe he'd been dead from the very start?)

He really hated the Avengers now. If they were even real. And yeah, he was technically still awake, but his vessel was out. Yep, this was going to get awkward . . .

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Thor was at his side immediately. "What is wrong with my brother?" He looked at Loki's pale unmoving body. "Oh no, is he dead? Who did this? Barton?!"

The paramedics were all just staring at him and waiting for Thor to move so that they could do their job. And then they glared daggers at Clint, who tried to casually drop the scepter and walk away, but it didn't really work. He was pretty sure he was going to die when he saw Thor booming towards him.

"Thor, I need you to calm down," Natasha said, stopping him halfway and pointed to the paramedics. "They're doing the best they can. He's going to get better." And to make it seem genuine, she added, "You're brother is strong."

"I do not know," Thor said uneasily. "Heimdall fears dark magic, and nothing good ever comes out of it." He shook his head and changed the subject. "I never heard of what you were supposed to do in your mission. Just that the scepter was to be used." He paused. "Did Barton touch Loki with it?"

Clint coughed. "Yeah, I did. It was just a tap, Natasha saw me. I swear I didn't stab him."

Thor narrowed his eyes and looked at Loki. "All of this confuses me. Was he not under the influence of the scepter during the New York City attacks?"

"He was," Clint bluntly. "It just had a different effect on him. But for the rest of us, it was virtually the same."

"But he didn't react like this?" Thor asked worriedly, shooting his fourth glance at Loki. "I have never seen him like this. Is he not breathing?"

Natasha clapped Thor on his shoulder and steered him so that he couldn't see Loki anymore. "Let's discuss that when we get back to the tower okay? I need to talk to Fury too, and I don't want to repeat myself."

Clint looked around. "Don't worry Thor, you're brother is strong. I'm pretty sure the paramedics will be able to help him."

"And what exactly happened?" He asked.

"He started to choke," Clint said too enthusiastically, and then he stopped himself and started over. "Maybe when I touched him with the scepter, his spit went down the wrong tube." He shot a look to Natasha. "It happens all the time to me."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Gabriel was stuck in his vessel. And, according to the doctors, had officially been in a coma for a week, which was boring. He could hear the obnoxious beeping noises and he could feel the doctor's touch as they kept his vitals. It was unpleasant, because they kept prodding and kept touching the place where the scepter had touched him, and that part of his vessel's skin was very sensitive at the moment.

Yeah, sure, he could move in and out of his vessel but that would promptly make the whole room with machines explode, and if the lights turned back on, usually everyone panicked that Loki had stopped breathing for three minutes straight. And Gabriel couldn't really stand Thor's whiny voice again, complaining that he had to wake up.

He could do whatever the hell he wanted. He was an Archangel.

And Gabriel had been weakened and drained, so moving in and out of the astral plane was getting difficult. Not to mention Thor, who was even more annoying that Dean Winchester. That god of Thunder kept visiting him everyday, and Gabriel, at this point, truly wanted to die now.

"Brother, I have made poptarts," Thor said one time. "If you wake now, I shall offer you one. I know you like sweets . . . now."

Gabriel wanted to shut him down so hard that it would be funny, but his vessel couldn't talk. Couldn't do anything. And when he did try to talk in his true form, glass exploded and everyone's brains wanted to melt out of their ears, and even though it was fun seeing Tony curse and complain, he wasn't that cruel.

…. . . . .

Ten days later, after Loki's sudden deteriorating state, he woke up, and he was feeling really better. But unfortunately when he opened his eyes, he found that everyone, as in the Avengers and the eye-patch-guy, was there. He was handcuffed to the bed, and it just annoyed him. The rattling bothered his ears.

"I want to leave peacefully," Gabriel said and rattled the handcuffs rather noisily. "I can escape right now. I don't want any trouble."

The eyepatch guy was staring at him. "You can't leave."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He raised an arm. "Pff, watch me-"

"Because if you do, I'll use this," and then he pulled out the Space stone. "Last time you reacted negatively, didn't you?"

"Fury is right, brother," Thor cut in. "You do not want to put yourself in danger."

Gabriel didn't correct Thor. Instead, he put on tight smile and directed it at the bald guy. "Oh, that incident? Naw, it was really nothing. I just had this horrible allergic reaction to bananas." He wiped his nose on purpose. "I think I'm still feeling the effects."

"So tell me Loki," Fury said, ignoring his comment. He kept sending vague glances to Clint. Which, was not at all suspicious. "Are you still under the influence?"

"Oh, you're still talking to me? Or to Tony. I heard he drinks," Gabriel said.

Clint handed the scepter to Tony.

"Nope," Gabriel responded quickly.

Bruce fidgeting with his glasses.

"Okay then," Fury continued, "why are your eyes blue, and why did you start to choke when Clint tapped you? "

"What is this? Twenty questions?" Gabriel snorted. "My eyes are blue, because my eyes are blue. And how would you like it if someone shoved food down your throat? 'Cause that's how it felt when birdy here tapped me with the . . . Tesseract?" He stopped himself from saying the Space Gem, because if these losers called it the Tesseract. Well, then, they were dumb. And it wasn't like he was afraid of the gem. It just made him feel uncomfortable. That's all.

Clint frowned. "Just answer the damn questions without complaining for once, or I'll shove this up your nose." He pointed at the scepter.

Thor frowned too, but Gabriel feigned shock. "How dare you? I'll do whatever I want. How many times has it been that you guys have 'captured' me? Three? Or four?"

"This is the third time, I think," Tony called out.

"Thanks."

Clint eyed the whole room and and he saw how Fury sent a look to Bruce. "Hm," Fury voice in, and walked over to one side of the room. "Now tell me why you're cooperating with us."

"Because it's painful having to watch as you dumb humans put together the puzzle pieces. Not to mention, sometimes you shove pieces together that don't fit."

"So, what you're saying . . . is that we've got everything wrong?" Bruce asked.

"Bingo," he said, and winked at Natasha who was leaning against the wall. "You get my analogy, don't you Natalia?"

"It's Natasha," Natasha said dangerously, and she looked a Fury. "Show him."

And that's when Fury pulled out Gabriel's fucking Angel blade. He'd forgotten about that.

Gabriel paled, but he covered it up quite well. He smiled even. "Oh, you guys kept it safe for me. Thanks. I'm going to need it soon though." He held out his hand.

"Oh damn, that's a nice looking blade," Tony whistled. "Is it made of silver?"

Fury was holding the blade rather maliciously and Gabriel tried his best not to fidget. "No, in fact it isn't. It's made of this metal that isn't in our system. Not even Thor knows where it's from."

"It is composed of many metals, in fact," Bruce voiced. "But not any metals found here on earth."

"It's an angle blade," Gabriel coughed out loudly as if he was choking again. "Angel. Blade." Another cough. "Angel." Cough. "Blade."

Everyone was staring at him, but only Steve seemed to noticed. He straightened his back. "What did you say?" he asked. "Changeable hay?"

Gabriel mentally slapped his face. "I didn't say anything."

And Fury continued with his pathetic interrogation. "Where did you get it from?"

Gabriel smirked. "Finders keepers losers weepers."

"He's lying," Natasha cut in abruptly. "He told me something completely different when we met." She looked at Gabriel. "Tell the truth or I'll shoot you."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Boohoo, you got me quaking."

Natasha clicked her gun.

Thor closed his eyes. Fury didn't say anything. Clint actually looked excited. Tony looked like he was going to fall asleep any second. Bruce kept pushing up his glasses and Steve was just watching the whole thing in partial silence.

"Fine!" Gabriel said. "Fine! Good Father, you all ruined this beautiful sweatshirt of mine, and I don't want to to ruin it more." He sent a glare to Fury. "Your damn doctors ruining my best pieces of attire."

"You were wearing ratty clothing," Clint said.

"We were trying to resuscitate you," Bruce pointed out.

Gabriel made puppets with his hands. "Blah, blah, blah. I would've lived, you wingbat."

"Get to the point," Fury growled.

"It's mine," Gabriel said in all seriousness.

Everyone was looking at each other, until Bruce decided to speak up. "So, did you steal it? Where did you get it? Where are the materials from?"

Gabriel looked around comically and shrugged (in reality he was eyeing the gem and wondered how long it would take him to destroy the thing). "You think I'd stoop so low? I payed for that whole entire donut shop I ate."

"Does it have a name?" Steve asked. "Because it looked like you called it something before. Right? With the coughing."

"It's an Angel blade," Gabriel responded, putting on his best nasally voice. "Can I have it back now? I don't want to infect you with a deadly virus. A.k.a Ebola. Just throw it to me, and I'll be on my way."

Again, much to Gabriel's dismay, everyone ignored him.

"Why is it called an Angel blade?" Tony asked and continued to stare at it. "It it 'cause you liked the name and it was silver?"

"Pfft, no," Gabriel rolled his eyes. Then he paused. He really didn't want to say why. But Clint was getting all fidgety with the scepter and he kept eyeing Loki's vessel in a non-polite and creepy way. "Why is it called an angel blade?" he asked as he ran his hands down the scepter.

Gabriel vomited a little in his mouth. "Uhhh, because it kills angels and pretty much everything. Not to mention that only angels can have them? Thus the name, Angel blade."

Thor narrowed his eyes. Things were starting to click together and he couldn't help but feel a sick mass in his stomach. "Why do you have it?"

"Finders keepers losers weepers," Gabriel whispered, repeating the phrase again.

Natasha cocked her gun again and Gabriel raised his arms, just for fun.

"You're telling me angels exist?" Tony laughed. "I'm not hearing this incorrectly right? Do you think we're dumb?"

"Yes," Loki said under his breath, but he covered it up with another cough.

"Then how did you get it? Did you kill an almighty angel? Or are you tricking us?" Fury asked. "Are angels even real?"

Gabriel simply smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

For Thor, everything had just clicked. Loki's escape. His sudden alter in appearance. Blue eyes but not seemingly under the influence of the Tesseract. The absolute power. And before anyone could answer or curse at Loki, they all noticed that Thor growled. He was glaring at Loki and it made them all silent.

They all wanted to see why he was in a fighting position. But they were somewhat disappointed when Thor broke into Asgardian.

"You," he said in his voice only could Loki understand, his voice low and dangerous. "I only heard of you in child's stories. What have you done with Loki?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Gabriel replied.

"The Trickster. Many had called themselves the trickster. Loki rarely used that one."

"Yep. But people call me that sometimes," Gabriel replied with an annoyed sigh.

"No, not to Loki. What are you? Another Trickster? Angel? Or something even more powerful?"

Gabriel let some of his true voice slip through, and the only thing the rest of Avengers could hear was Loki talking in Asgardian, was a high pitched ring. "Do you really want to know?"

"I want to know the truth," Thor hissed. "But I fear the truth. "

"Then you don't want to know."

"I do."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "I'm an angel, you bitch." Then he looked around. "Oops? Did I say that out loud?" he said with absolutely no remorse in his voice. "Get garthed losers."

There was silence.

A very long and awkward and confused silence.

"I thought you said you were the trickster?" Tony asked because what was happening again? "Cause Thor said you called yourself the Trickster."

"One of my many names," Gabriel said and looked across the room. He saw that Steve looked like he wanted to throw up.

"You can't be an angel, Loki." Steve said. "You're delusional. Angels are good, and you aren't. . . you're not anything near good."

"Puh-lease. I know killing those who had sinned wasn't the best idea, cause I could've just let them rot in a cave underground or something. But give me a break, Stevie. Angels, aka my brothers, sisters, are all dicks. They ain't good." Gabriel rolled his eyes once again. "I just want my blade back. Come on."

"You have many brothers and sisters?" Bruce looked at Thor questionly. "I thought Thor was your brother. Your only brother."

"Not my brother," Loki sing-songed.

"Step brother?" Bruce tried weakly.

"Not even. Try, drama queen pagan. Can't even call him god, cause he isn't a god."

"So are you saying that you're an angel? Or that you aren't Loki?"

"Try, both."

Thor suddenly snarled. "Get out," he said as a fire blazed through his heart.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "Excuse you?"

"Get out of him. Get out!"

Gabriel put a hand to his chest. "I'm offended. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"My brother would've never done such a thing," Thor said and pointed his hammer at him. "He would've never succumbed to such a thing."

Gabriel winked. "Sure. Leave a suicidal person who's been insecure about themselves for most of their lives in an isolated prison and they'll just about agree to anything to leave. Odin was a genius for sure. I didn't even have to try. Only offered him an offer he couldn't resist."

Thor narrowed his eyes. "What did you do to my brother?"

And then, a horrific feeling crept through everyone.

Gabriel ignored the question. "Man, everyone hated Loki just 'cause he pulled tons of pranks. And I can't believe this douche" -he pointed at Thor- "thought that his brother was dumb enough to publicly display his plot to take over the world. Puh-lease, if it was truly Loki, he'd be doing it all in secret. Destroying it all slowly from within."

"So you aren't Loki?" Steve asked, just to make sure. And as silence fell through the room. "Does that mean you're possessing him? Does that mean he's in there somewhere? What happened to him?"

"I'm not possessing Loki," Not-Loki said. "Just merely using his body to walk on earth."

"What. Happened. To. Loki?" Thor said.

"Well, that's the hard part to explain-"

"Is he alive or dead?" Thor asked weakly.

"I didn't kill him, or take his body by force. By the time I got to him, he was basically a husk." Not-Loki gave Thor a sympathetic look. "Loki isn't here anymore. I guess he's in whatever you guys call heaven. Soooo, Vaca, Valla, or Vile or something?"

"Valhala?"

Not-Loki snapped his fingers. "Yep, that's what it's called."

"He died a warrior's death? Did he combat you?"

"Nope. Well he had battled before, and he did help you in the past, and I sent him there."

"So what you're saying, is that you're an angel in Loki's body, which no longer has Loki in it, because he died?" Steve asked.

"Bingo."

Steve looked sick. And Gabriel was pretty sure Clint looked relieved.

"Oh."

. . . . .

After the encounter, Gabriel got his blade back, the Avengers steered clear from him. (Especially Natasha because she'd done bad things and an angel himself had told her that.) Fury asked him to 'please leave' and to 'just disappear and don't even come back to our world or I'll nuke you,' and 'let's just tell the news you died unexpectedly and no one will care, so just leave now.'' And Thor promptly vanished, probably back to Asgard to tell Odin and Frigga. And to probably cry too.

What a baby.

Gabriel smiled and turned invisible. Of course! he wouldn't be leaving. He had nothing better to do. He decided that maybe he should just hang around and maybe even help the Avengers. He had a small feeling that no one wanted to be around him anymore, but it was okay.

Um, hit me up with reviews? (Reviews help me update faster) Lol, I really like how Gabriel turned out in this chapter. Few more chapters to go. (Sorry for the 'eh' ending. I really didn't know how to end it.)