Tsuna's P.O.V. 

Steve, Tony and I head to the Briefing Room and sat down at the table. Everyone, there is stuck in a daze by the tragedy. I was left in a trance. Uncle Phil, my Uncle Phil is dead. Killed by Loki. I just couldn't believe it.

Fury went looking through a bunch of cards, "These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them." Fury throws Coulson's, now bloodied, trading cards on the table in front of Steve. He picks them up and examines each, ignoring the blood which stained his fingers. "We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming. 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 a remarkable group of people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battle we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."

Not wanting to here anymore, Tony got up and walked away. "Well, it's an old fashioned notion." Steve chased after him, leaving me with Fury.

I knew Fury was watching me. I must be a mess, my eyes must be glistening by the tears I refused to let fall, my lips were quivering as I tried to hold in my sobs and I was clenching my trousers with my hands so tight that my knuckles turned white.

"Tsuna," Fury called out. I whipped my head up in shock, Fury hasn't called me by my real name in years, it was always Cielo or brat. "Agent Barton is in the medical bay with your mother. Why don't you go see them?"

I repeated what Fury just told me in my mind. Agent Barton is in the medical bay. Uncle Clint is back! I shot up from my seat and sprinted to the medical bay, not slowing down for a second. Natsu struggled to stay on top of my head, but I didn't care, he could easily catch up running.

Abandoned Building

Bruce wakes up amongst bricks and rubble, he looks around and sees he's crashed through the roof. Much to his chagrin, he's naked.

"You fell out of the sky," the security guard informs. He was standing on a pile of rubble behind Bruce's back.

"Did I hurt anybody?" Bruce asked as he was roused awake. He covered his face in shame, he couldn't bear the thought of the other guy killing more innocent people. 

"There's nobody around here to get hurt. You did scare the hell out of some pigeons though," the security guard discloses.

"Lucky."

"Or just good aim. You were awake when you fell," the guard reveals.

"You saw?" Bruce queries. 

"The whole thing, right through the ceiling. Big and green and buck a** nude. Here..." the guard throws Bruce a pair of trousers which he puts on.? "I didn't think those would fit you until you shrunk down to a regular size fella."

"Thank you," Bruce says, thankful.

"Are you an alien?" The guard interrogates.

"What?"

 "From outer space, an alien?" The guard explains.

"No," Bruce replies.

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

Helicarrier Medical Room

Clint is strapped down to a bed, trying to fully free himself of Loki's mind control with Natasha watching over him. Clint grunts and groans, shaking his head as reality came back to him. His restraints creaking as he clenched his fists and struggles slightly.

"Clint, you're gonna be alright," Natasha reassures.

"You know that? Is that what you know? I got... I got no windows. I gotta flush him out," Clint states, out of breath.

Natasha gets up and pours Clint a glass of water, "You gotta level out. It's gonna take time."

"You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in?" Clint questions, traumatised. "Do you know what it's like to be unmade?"

Natasha throws Clint a knowing look, "You know that I do."

"Why am I back? How did you get him out?" Clint queries, wincing in pain. 

"Cognitive recalibration," Natasha answers before explaining it in more detail, "I hit you really hard in the head."

"Thanks," Clint responds as Natasha unbuckles the restraints, "Tasha, how many agents-?" Clint tried to ask but Natasha interrupts him.

"Don't," Natasha demands, not wanting to him to blame himself for something he had no control over. "Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for," Natasha assures him, trying to ease his suffering. Clint was about to say something else when Tsuna barged in like the devil was after her. She looked like she had gone through hell.

Tsuna's P.O.V. 

"U-Uncle Clint..." I mumbled before sprinting right into his arms, wailing at the top of my lungs. "Waaahh! Uncle Clint!"

Clint smiled sadly and wrapped his arms tightly around my small frame which rocked violently. I vaguely noticed Natsu jumped off my head and sit next to Uncle Clint, looking up at him, which allowed Uncle Clint to tenderly pet my hair. Mum sat on Uncle Clint's other side and rubs my back, it felt so warm, so comforting. These two actions worked to calm me down as my sobs grew too small whimpers and sniffles.

"I'm so sorry Tsuna. I must have scared you bad," Uncle Clint voiced, quietly.

"Ye-Yeah," I sniffed into Clint's chest before looking up and staring right into Uncle Clint's eyes. Clint's heart broke into a million little pieces at how crushed his niece looked. I was definitely an unattractive sight since my eyes were obviously bloodshot, tears were still streaming down my cheeks and snot was dripping down my nose.

"Here, Tsuna," Mum holds up a tissue to my nose, I blew into it hard. Way to unattractive. 

"Uncle Phil's dead," was all I said before placing my head back on his chest.

3rd Person's P.O.V. 

Clint looked to Natasha in bewilderment, he didn't hear about Phil's death.

"I'm sorry," Natasha mouthed and it was genuine so Clint didn't hold it against his friend. He just focused on comforting Tsuna who soon fell asleep in his arms. He laid her on the bed with her head on his lap, he strokes Tsuna's hair lovingly as she slept away her worries.

"She missed you so much," Natasha told him.

"Yeah," Clint chuckles. "Did Fury pitch a fit when she snuck onboard?"

"Definitely," Natasha replies, laughing. "But he still let her stay."

"This kid is a damn miracle worker if she can melt Fury's heart," Clint points out. The two laugh a little longer before sitting in complete silence except for Tsuna's hushed breathing. "Loki, he got away?"

"Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?" Natasha knew the answer but hoped he did.

"I didn't need to know. I didn't ask," Clint reports before warning, "he's gonna make his play soon though. Today."

"We gotta stop him," Natasha states.

"Yeah? Who's we?" Clint questions.

"I don't know. Whoever's left," Natasha replies.

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

"Now you sound like you," Natasha smirks as she sits next to him.

"But you don't," Clint points out. "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..." Natasha pauses, not knowing what to say.

"Natasha," Clint called, softly.

"I've been compromised," Natasha reveals and Clint instantly knew what she was talking about. "I got red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out."

Detention Section 

Tony stares at the empty cell which once contained Loki, not saying anything. Steve walked in and leaned against a railing.

"Was he married?" Steve started.

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

"I'm sorry. He seemed like a good man," Steve gave his condolences.

"He was an idiot," Tony stated without hesitation.

"Why? For believing?" Steve asked, annoyed.

"For taking Loki on alone," Tony corrected.

"He was doing his job," Steve interjected.

"He was out of his league. He should have waited. He should have..." Tony said, trying to find an excuse.

"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony," Steve adds, softly.

"Right. How'd that work out for him?" Tony asks before walking away.

"Is this the first time you lost a soldier?" Steve asks him and met with a furious reply.

Tony turns around sharply and barks, "We are not soldiers! I don't know about you but I'm not marching to Fury's fife."

"Neither am I! He's got the same blood on his hands as Loki does. Right now, we've got to put that behind us and get this done." Steve seethes. Tony looked at the bloodstained wall.

"He made it personal," Tony states, an idea forming in his head.

"That's not the point," Steve told him.

"That is the point. That's Loki's point. He hit us right where we live. Why?" Tony corrected.

"To tear us apart," Steve answered.

"Close. Divide and conquer is great but he knows that 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, we caught his act in Stuttgart," Steve informed him.

"No, that was just preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the sky with his name plastered..." Tony pauses as he realises where Loki is heading. "Son of a bitch!" Tony runs down the steps and quickly tells Steve to get ready and to get Natasha.

Medical Room

Steve walks in, in full uniform. Natasha looks at him in surprise.

"Time to go," he says without telling her anything.

"Go where?" She questions.

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" He asks and, at that moment, Clint walks out of the restroom and looks at Steve.

"I can," Steve looks at Natasha who nods to confirm that Clint can be trusted.

"You got a suit," Clint nods, "then suit up."

"Where are you going?" Tsuna asked, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes.

"Nowhere Tsuna," Steve answered, "why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Cap, I'm young, not stupid," Tsuna deadpans, "I know you're going to fight Loki. I want in."

 "But Tsuna-"

"Just go with it. She's never going to let up," Clint admits.

"Seriously?" Steve questions like he was crazy.

"She's just going to sneak out and follow us," Natasha adds. "If she comes with us at least we can watch over her."

Steve pondered over this decision for a few moments before sighing, "Suit up."

"Yes!" Tsuna threw a victory fist in the air.

"Come on, Tsuna," Natasha leads Tsuna to another room. "You're lucky that there was a suit prepared for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, Fury wanted it brought on-board," Natasha informs, smirking. Now she definitely believes the man is psychic.

Everyone

Thor grabs Mjolnir and thrusts it into the sky, summoning bolts of lightning onto the hammer.

Captain America pulls on his helmet and shield.

Tony welds his Iron Man mask, the light of the blowtorch illuminates the eyes of the mask.

Black Widow attaches a glove gauntlet with some rounds on her wrist.

Hawkeye slips on his quiver of arrows.

Tsuna presses a button on the side of the wall which brought out her suit. It was black leather suit like her mother's except it had patches of orange around her chest, lower back, arms and legs. It had a long orange scarf which had the number 27 written at the ends in white. 

The suit fit snug on her body, after examining the suit she summoned Natsu into her gloves which gleamed in the light. She whipped around and headed to the meet-up, her scarf trailing right behind her.

Quinjet bay

Captain America, Black Widow, Hawkeye and Cielo walk towards the back of a Quinjet where a younger S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent attempts to stop them, "You are not authorized to be here..."

"Son... just don't," Captain advises him.

The Bridge

Fury looks the window of the ship, contemplating. Agent Hill walks up to him, knowing.

"Sir," Hill calls out.

"Agent Hill?" Fury acknowledges. 

"Those cards," she states, "they were in Coulson's locker, not in his jacket." There was no way Coulson would ever carrying his cards on his person in fear of damaging them.

Fury sighed, still examining the cards before admitting, "They needed the push." A loud screeching noise makes him look up and out the window where he saw Iron Man flying out with a Quinjet following behind. "They found it. Get our communications back up, whatever you have to do. I want eyes on everything," Fury orders.

"Yes, sir," Agent Hill nodded before leaving to comply with the orders.

edboy4926 on fanfiction asked me that if the Avengers developed flames then which one would each have. "ArystRosette" on Fanfiction helped me.

Steve - Sky/Rain Flame - Sky Flames are known for harmony, the sky that accepts all. Steve is very kind and understanding which makes him perfect for this flame but Rain Flames are known for peace and tranquillity which fits Cap to a T.

Tony - Lightning/Storm Flame - Lightning Flames are more like electricity than flames and the Iron Man suit is linked to energy and electricity. "Tony is more of a Storm I mean come on he's a Stark he leaves destruction on his wake. He's full of Rage, so full of ideas and those ideals definitely leave damage *cough* Ultron *cough*"

Bruce - Sun Flame - He's a doctor and Sun Flames heal, you couldn't ask for a better combination.

Natasha - Mist Flame - Creates a real illusion which is perfect for Natasha as she's a master spy/assassin. Her job entails that she lie, manipulate and trick her targets. I believe she can be a high ranked mist user. 

Clint - Cloud Flame - It is replication which means an increase of size or multiplies an amount of whatever. Clint can use these for his arrows, no more using only 11 arrows during a war.

Thor - Storm/Lightning Flame - I feel like Thor has the most destructive power and the Storm Flame is known for disintegration and decay. He is also the God of Thunder and can summon bolts of lightning using Mjølnir. "Thor is a Lightning not just because he's the god of Thunder but the Lightning guardian's job is to direct the attacks on himself and take it in stride. I think he fits that job, also remember that Lightning's should always be in the Front Lines of Battle and we all know how Thor is. (For Asgaaaaaard!)"