We were quickly approaching our destination, wherever that was. All crew in the back of the jet were prepared. I assumed they knew where we were headed, but I didn't.

We seemed to land at our destination in a few minutes. Loki climbed out, but the remaining did not follow him. However, my brain sent messages to my muscles, taking over them and forcing them to move and follow Loki's path.

We stepped off onto a large concrete area. It seemed to be high up in a tower as it overlooked New York.

I turned behind me to see the Quinjet taking off and flying away.

Turning back, I observed the view. 'It is quiet the place is it not? I live around here. A shame its about to be gloriously destroyed.'

I had spoken almost without my own thoughts, as if someone else was speaking and I couldn't stop my mouth from moving or my vocal folds projecting words without hesitation. It was as if I had all my senses, but my brain was stuffed with someone else's, taking over any movements in my body, like a puppet on strings. However, what I was doing and saying seemed right and correct, I just hadn't know where I was going or what I was to do. So, someone else had been in my brain, giving me directions and the correct movements. Telling me what to do as I obeyed.

Loki chuckled. 'Yes, but once my army defeat Midgard, all will kneel and be ruled.'

I smiled. 'Beautiful.'

In the corner of my eye, I could see Loki look at me and smile with approval.

I somewhat knew of Loki's plan of bringing the Chitauri army and ruling Midgard, but I didn't fully know his plan, and I was curious to know.

'Selvig has made a device that holds the Tesseract. Once it is activated, a portal to the Chitauri army will open up. They will destroy Midgard and I will rule them.' Loki explained as if he already knew my question.

A rocket sound came to my right. I looked over and up to see Iron Man fly his way over to protect his tower.

I rolled my eyes and informed Loki. 'Here comes company.'

Loki smirked. 'It's alright, I have a plan.'

Stark was hovering above the very top area of his tower. He was making conversation with someone. He lifted a hand and sent a blast firing towards something. A loud boom sounded throughout New York.

Iron Man had been pushed back a little. He looked down at Loki and I, descending to a circular balcony. As he landed and started walking, machines automatically began taking his suit off.

He continued to look our way as he walked across his balcony. He looked at me for a few seconds with worry but seemed to confirm something and almost roll his eyes. Loki and I turned around, continuing to stare back at him. We walked up the stairs and opened a glass door into Starks highest level, the penthouse. The heels on our shows tapped against the concrete floor as we walked.

As Loki entered he started the conversation. 'Please tell me you are going to appeal to my humanity?'

Tony was walking along a ramp and slightly turned to Loki. 'Ah, actually I'm planning to threaten you.'

Loki gave a light chuckle. 'You should've left your armour on for that.'

Stark looked down to the steps ahead of him. 'Yeah.' He began descending the stairs. 'It's seen a little mileage and you've got the uh, little stick of destiny.' Stark pointed to Loki's sceptre as he looked down at it, tilting it to observe it better and smiling at it's power.

Tony walked towards his bar to grab a glass. 'Would you like a drink?'

Loki stopped walking and moved his sceptre to the other hand.

He looked up at Stark and chuckled lightly. 'Stalling me won't change anything.

I continued walking closer to Stark's bar, acting as Loki's guard in a way.

Stark turned around and pointed to Loki. 'No, no, no? Threatening.' He pointed to the glasses against the wall. 'No drink? You sure? I'm having one.'

Loki quickly walked over to the glass wall that over looked New York on his left. 'The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that.' Loki turned on his heels to face Stark. 'What have I to fear?'

Stark took the lid off a glass cubed alcohol bottle, making a pop sound. 'The Avengers.' He looked up at Loki.

Seeing his confused expression as he walked towards Stark, he explained. 'It's what we call ourselves, sorta like a team. "Earth's Mightiest Heroes" type thing.'

Stark poured the liquid content into his glass cup.

Loki smirked. 'Yes I've met them.'

Stark smiled as he looked up at Loki and chuckled. 'Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction. I'll give you that one. But, let's do a headcount here. You're brother, the demigod'. Stark looked up at Loki who turned and began stepping away at his brothers mention, continuing to listen. 'A super solider, a living legend who kinda lives up to the legend; a man with breathtaking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of em.'

As Stark mentioned the man with anger management issues, Loki turned and smiled at Stark. He had turned and stepped back to where he was before.

He smiled and almost whispered. 'That was the plan.'

Stark picked up his glass and took a sip before he began walking towards us. 'Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you.'

Loki gave no expression. 'I have an army.'

'We have a hulk.' Stark quickly implied.

'Oh I thought the beast had wandered off.' Loki moved his sceptre outwards, enacting the motion.

Stark started walking down the steps.

His voice had a tone of anger and talked in a fast pace. 'Yeah, you're missing the point. There's no throne. There is no version of this where you come out on top.' He stopped walking after he was a few steps from the bottom of the stairs. 'Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you, because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it.'

Stark took another sip of his drink as Loki began to approach him.

Loki gave off an evil and sly sense to his expression. 'How will your friends have time for me when they are so busy fighting you?'

He brought the tip of his sceptre to Stark's chest, landing on a metal thing attached to him. The stone fired up but failed to take over Stark's mind when it touched his chest.

Loki looked at Stark's chest and frowned. He tried it again, repeating the fire up and failure.

He moved his head backwards in complete confusion. 'This usually works.'

Stark looked away and explained. 'Well performance issues, not uncommon.' Loki looked up at Stark. '1 out of 5-

Loki grabbed Stark's jaw. He lifted him from the ground and threw him to the side, hitting the hard floor with a thud and a loud slap as he used his hands for a better landing. I began to move closer in forced defence for Loki.

Loki walked over to Stark as he was rising from the floor.

Worry set in to his voice a little. 'Jarvis, anytime now.'

Stark got up, but had no chance to do anything as Loki grabbed his neck again.

Loki's voice had anger in it. 'You will all fall before me.'

Stark started calling louder to someone else as Loki lifted him higher, his voice croaky from lack of freedom in his airways. 'Deploy! Deploy!'

Loki pushed Stark through the glass window, breaking it and sending shards everywhere. The elevator behind us dinged and the doors opened. Out shot a bulky piece of metal that rocketed past me and knocked Loki to the ground. It flew out of the broken glass and shot downwards.

I raced to Loki, stepping on the glass shards as they crunched beneath my gold heels.

Grabbing his right elbow with both hands in a compelled attempt to assist him, he rose from the ground. Just as he stood straight, we whipped our heads towards the glass to see Stark show up in his suit.

He hovered and called out with anger. 'And there's one other person you pissed off! His name was Phil.'

I let go of Loki's arm as he rose the sceptre and aimed it at Stark. Just as the stone was about to power up to fire, Stark lifted his arm and shot a blast from his hand, forcefully knocking both Loki and I from our feet.

The right side of my body hit the ground with a thud as I grunted from the force. I heard Loki react in a similar way a few meters behind me.

I winced in pain from the impact but unavoidably rose to my knees in an instant, crawling over to Loki and carefully rolling him on his back. I put a hand behind his neck and grabbed his left hand to assist in sitting him up.

Explosion's sounded high above us. Loki and I looked out the broken glass and at the roof as if pinpointing the chaos.

I turned to Loki as he chuckled and grinned to the city in a sly way that suggested he knew what was happening. His plan was unfolding, and everyone was about to see it in action.

Loki rose to his feet, and I followed suit. We went up a few steps and past Stark's bar, walking towards the balcony. Loki slowly walked to the circle at the end.

I looked at our surroundings. Chitauri were flying down past us, heading for the streets to create glorious mass destruction as they were destined to do.

I looked over to Loki who had shiny gold armour appearing at his request. His helmet had long pointed horns that had a curve to them.

I walked a little faster and skipped a couple of steps to stand just behind him, giving him space on his soon to be "throne". He had opened his arms in greetings of the victory he could smell coming his way with the wind. He was admiring his kingdom that would soon be his.

But that was cut short when a loud boom sounded to our left. We whipped our heads to see what it was.

It was Thor. I rolled my eyes in disgust of his presence.

Thor yelled at Loki in demand and anger. 'Loki! Turn off the Tesseract, or I'll destroy it!'

Loki turned to Thor and replied. 'You can't. There is no stopping it.' He lifted his sceptre at Thor into threat. 'There is only the war!'

I could only just hear Thor say, 'So be it.'

Loki jumped to fight his enemy, something I would've loved to join in on, but Loki left a voice in my head that told me it was his enemy to fight. As instructed, I obeyed and ran to the edge of the circular landing bay. I jumped in time to grab a Chitauri soldier on their chariot and threw him off. Without remorse, he feel to his death as I replaced him and navigated the Chariot he used to be on.

I flew low to the streets and fired away, destroying cars and potentially killing people. The wind whipped my hair and made me chilled but all movements and skill I was displaying began to feel forced and used as a tool. It felt as though I was doing without feeling emotions or thinking. It felt as though my brain wasn't connected to my muscles, and they had their own mind and different blood running through them, forced to do what the other person commanded.

Explosions and chaos sounded in every direction. People screamed and feared the army and myself. Car alarms went off in loud sirens and people scurried in every which way like ants before it rained.

A few Chitauri were behind me as I led them through the city, destroying and shooting everything and anything in our path. The drivers of the Chitauri like myself, navigating the way while two soldiers fired behind on the trailer that was connected.

We zipped past the towering buildings at out sides and fired blue laser like blasts. After turning a corner and heading straight, close explosions sounded behind me, one after the other. I turned in a quick instant, seeing conflagrations as the Chitauri had been disintegrated. What had shot at the soldiers had me questioning.

I turned back to see a fast approaching building. I veered the Chariot to my left with sudden force, sending the two Chitauri soldiers behind me to the streets as they lost balance at the sudden turn.

Straightening the Chariot's position, I could feel my heighten adrenaline run through my veins. My heart raced and my body rose in temperature. I nearly became a crumpled mess against the buildings facade, or dust and ash as an explosion erupted.

I encountered two very close calls of death. Something I wasn't prepared for. My mind began to feel weak, my body following. My vision became blurred as I felt my eyes water. The wind wasn't the cause for this kind of moisture in my eyes.

I felt a jolt in my mind, almost like a slap. I became aware of my surroundings and the sounds. The wind was loud again, explosions carried through the city all around me.

I blinked the tears away as my vision became clearer.

'Sh-

I barely had time to react as I was headed for a window. It got increasingly large by the second. Putting all my might into my legs, I stood steadily as I could in the Chariot and jumped with all the force that the muscles in my legs allowed. I reached my arms for the ledge of a window.

As the Chariot began descending from lack of a navigator and from the force of me pushing off, it collided into the buildings facade, two windows directly below me. The Chariot had created an explosion, sending a ball of fire towards me. Flames licked my feet, warming them up to the point that my toes felt they would burn.

The glass that my feet dangled at had been smashed, sending shards to graze my exposed ankles. My legs went untouched as the layers of my dress protected them.

After the painful stings and near burns, I focused all my strength into my hands. My body hung in the air like a dead fish. My hands the only thing keeping me from falling to my death. The building was tall, and I was about halfway. If I fell, I was guaranteed to be crushed by the force as I met the bitumen road below me.

Knowing the facts, panic began to settle in more. My heart was beating fast already, and now it was almost too fast. My breathing became short and I was puffing. My palms started sweating. My eyes widened as my hands began slipping. I focused as much strength into my hands as I could, my fingers almost clawing the rough concrete as I started lifting my body ever so slightly.

My hands slipped. I grasped the edge with my fingers, faulting a fall. I sighed in my mind, beginning to tell and believe in myself that I could just get and arm over the edge and onto the ledge.

I felt my chest tighten, along with my throat. I tried to push away the emotion. Now was not the time for tears. My fingers started burning and I could feel the weakness.

At that moment, I was going to try anything. I put all strength in my left fingers. Letting go with my right, I tried to lift myself and reach up and over the ledge, like a grappling hook.

I lifted myself and went to reach my elbow over the edge. I wasn't strong enough or gave an efficient lift. My elbow whacked the corner and pain shot through to my shoulder.

I felt no concrete under my left fingers. I flailed my arms out, trying to reach and grab onto anything. I screamed in an attempt to let anyone know I needed help.

The wind was continuously aggressive at my back. I felt free, too free. I saw the top of the building get smaller. The facade towering taller. My hair whipping my face and surrounding my neck. The skirt and loose material of my dress whipped helplessly in the wind, like I was helpless in saving my fall.

Everything seemed to be slow motion. Me falling to meet the streets below me with such force that crushes my body. The city under attack by Loki and his Chitauri army. Loki's plan unfolding before him as the avengers would be attempting to fight against his army.

I stopped screaming. No one was coming. I felt a pang of sadness, but I had to accept that I wouldn't make it. I shut my eyes, trying to enjoy my last moments.

I felt my freedom. I took in this one and only moment that would be the closest to flying. The best freedom one could have.

My body met something with great force, folding into the crevice of an object. Pain shot through my body. All air was pushed out of my lungs and I couldn't breathe. I lost all senses to the world, followed by the sensation of deathly darkness.

It was time to succumb to my death.

Warmth spread across my body and light became present.

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