When my eyes open I start to smile, impatient to see Loki.

But then I see my surroundings.

And I remember.

And my chest swells with a cocktail of emotions.

Hatred for Thanos, grief for Loki, worry for Thor, a crap-ton of anger, and a shot of hope.

The cocktail is nasty and makes me sick to my stomach. I feel the urge to throw up, and I gag, but nothing comes out. It's as if I am empty and shrivelled. My eyes burn, as do my nostrils as I see the image of Loki painted in my mind.

An image I never want to believe.

I start to shake as I lie on the floor, beholding the horrors replaying in my mind.

"Uh, are you okay?" A voice reaches my ears, making me turn to see who's talking.

A man in a red cloak and a weird outfit stands over me, along with Bruce and another man. I start to hyperventilate.

"Do. I. Look. Fine?" I ask, my breathing speeding up rapidly.

"No, you really don't." He replies cooly, though I think I see a flash of concern in his eyes.

"Y/n, you need to calm down." Bruce says, placing his hand on my shoulder and helping me sit up.

"I'll kill him." I whisper, as fury builds up in me.

"Thanos?"

My eyes reach the cloaked man, "Thanos is going to die a slow, agonizing, bloody death by my hands. An I'm gonna laugh in his stupid fat face!" My voice started out controlled, but rose in volume and pitch as I concluded my statement.

The image of a suffocated Loki burns the backs of my eyelids as I continue to breathe fast. I can feel three sets of eyes on me, as I try to regain my composure as I sit on my floor.

I stand up, my legs wobbly.

I face the ninja-looking guys and nod, "Where are we?"

"This is the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York City. I am Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, and this is Wong." He introduces himself and his friend and then continues, "Now, you were saying about Thanos?"

"Thanos, yeah. Big scary purple dude, wants all the Infinity Stones to wipe out half the universe, ugly as heck, might have killed my fiancé, that's still to be determined though." I input, as Bruce looks at me weird.

"What? That was a perfect description of him. Oh, he also has nasty minion things. They're also ugly as heck. Frankly, I can't wait to kill them, or at least watch them die. Painfully, I might add..."

They look at me like they're scared/confused. I growl, the tightness in my chest hasn't gone away yet.

"He wants the Infinity Stones, and at least we know where two are: here on Earth. I have the Time Stone, and Vision has the Mind Stone. So, we know he's coming here-"

I ignore the doctor's speech, and find my legs moving me away from the small group farther into the house. I shut my eyes and try to find Loki, but either he's too far away, or he really is gone. I frown, a tear welling up in my left eye.

Strange clears his throat, and walks beside me. "Would you like some tea?"

"Sure, for all we know its gonna be the end of half the universe, but yeah, tea'd be nice." I say, wiping the tear from my eye before it has a chance to fall.

A cup magically appears in my hand and fills with liquid. I inhale the calming scent, and sip it, not minding the heat as it flows into my stomach. In fact, the heat is comforting, and I find myself sighing.

"I'm sorry about your fiancé." He says.

My lower lip trembles as I relive that horrible moment, "He could still be alive. He's been known to fake his d-death before." My voice falters at the word 'death', and I'm certain Strange noticed.

I continue, "I believe in him, and I know he'll come out on top. Maybe he's faking and needs it to be as real as possible, and that's why he hasn't told me or contacted me yet..."

Sniffing, I face him and change the subject, "So, what am I supposed to call you? Sorcerer Supremo? Doc? Doctor? Stephano? Stephen? Strange? Doctor Strange? Or Weird Cloak Guy?" I ramble the names off so quick, that I even forget what I said.

"Doctor Strange is fine. As for you, you're Y/n L/n. What do you prefer to be called?"

Bruce must have told him my name, or whatever, I don't really care. "Y/n's fine."

"Nice to re-meet you."

"Oh, yeah! You're that dude who made the portal thing Loki and I fell through when we first met. Can I just say, I am eternally grateful." I say semi-sarcastically.

"Yeah, that was me."

"Well, I seem to be doing a lot of free falling lately." I glance pointedly at the smashed-in stair case.

He chuckles, and I smirk a bit, but it disappears as suddenly as it came.

"I'm sure he's-" Doctor Strange is interrupted by Wong calling him over.

"Enjoy the tea." He says before he walks away.

I watch as they talk before the Doctor creates a portal and sticks his head through it.

"Tony Stark, we need your help," he says before drawing his head back into the Sanctum. Soon after, Tony follows.

I let Bruce and Stephen explain the threat of Thanos to him, all the while sipping the tea.

"Tell me his name again." Tony orders, as he sits on the couch.

"Thanos. He's a plague Tony. He invades planets, he takes what he wants, he wipes out half the population," Bruce says with urgency, moving in front of Tony.

"He sent Loki." He continues, and I can feel my heart quicken at the mention of his name.

"The attack. On New York, that's him."

"This is it. What's our timeline?"

"No telling. He has the Power and Space Stone. That already makes him the strongest creature in the universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony." Bruce continues.

Strange adds, "He could destroy life o a scale hitherto undreamt of."

"Did you seriously just say 'hitherto undreamt of'?" Tony quips.

"Are you serious leaning on the cauldron of the cosmos?" Doctor Strange quips back as his cloak smacks Tony away from the artifact.

Tony looks at him in disbelief, "I'm going to allow that. If Thanos needs all six, why don't we just stick that one down the garbage disposal?"

"No can do." Strange shakes his head.

"We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives." Wong adds.

"And I swore off dairy, but then Ben and Jerry's named a flavour after me, so-"

"Start craving hazelnuts." Strange states.

"It's not bad."

"Hmm, it's a bit chalky."

I clear my throat and they look at me for the first time in awhile.

"Maybe now's not the time to talk about the chalkiness of Tony's ice-cream?" I growl at them.

"And who are you?" Tony says, focusing on me.

I chuckle darkly, "That's not your problem. All you need to know is that Thanos is coming, and we need all the help we can get. So pick up your phone and call him."

His eyes go dark for a second, "Call who."

I'm certain my eyes blaze fire, "You know who. The world needs the First Avenger. Also known as Steve Rogers?"

"We're not exactly on speaking terms..."

"Find a bloody way to contact him," I order.

He takes a phone out of his pocket, "Huh, flip phone, typical Steve."

A commotion distracts us all, and we all run to the door. People are screaming and running from something.

We all run towards the danger.

Hey y'all!

Thanks to everyone who has commented and voted!

I hope you like this chapter!

And, while I acknowledge that Loki is smart and that there is a great possibility he's not dead, the movie showed him die, and we have no idea if he's actually dead. We've gotten some hints and stuff, but for now, at least to me, Loki's dead. Sorry if that bursts your bubble. I don't know. I've gotten so many comments saying "Loki's still alive!!!" and I don't even know. So, I'm sorry(?).

By the way, I won't be updating this anymore.

Just kidding! I just won't be updating for awhile, probably not until it's out on dvd and I buy it.

Sorry folks.

Stay great!