I swiftly changed into my suit that was not terribly dissimilar to Natasha's. While hers was fully black and adjusted for her curvy body type. Mine was more of a grey and designed for my athletic stature. I had once mildly envied Natasha's curvy body and practically flawless features. I was built more like a sprinter with a modest chest and skinny frame. Of course I never let such differences bother me much. That would be completely immature.

It had been a while since I had last put on the suit and it's familiar textures and creases were welcoming. It was simple in design yet was made from a carbon flexi Kevlar like material that made it very tough to peirce. My skin was already nearly 2 and a half times thicker than a humans due to my mutation thankfully.

Steve, Natasha and I boarded and took off in a Quinjet as soon as possible. This Quinjet was more designed for combat than the transport jet we had taken in earlier. However, we had learned that Loki was seen outside and near the entrance of Museum in Germany. This specific Museum was hosting some manner of a formal gala that was a really just a party for really rich people to show of just how rich they were without saying it out loud. This Museum was also one of the biggest in Germany and I found it entirely strange that he would show up there.

I paced slowly on the Quinjet as I psychologically prepared myself for the encroaching battle I would probably have against a god. At least Steve would be fighting beside me and we would have Natasha as ariel support. She might be able to put up a fight with a god for a little while but she would be more useful operating the armor piercing round machine gun on then Quinjet. I wasn't sure if gods were bullet proof but I wouldn't mind finding out. I knew for a fact I couldn't withstand an armor piercing round.

We were maybe a couple minutes out from Germany when Matasha cleared her throat. I stopped my pacing to look at her as did Steve who was sitting down with his circular shield placed in his lap. The Super Soldier himself was dressed in a red,white, and blue outfit that matches the original one he wore back in the 1940s pretty well. It might have been old fashion but it looked pretty good on him.

" Say Harper? Aren't you uh missing something?" Natasha asked and a wave of bemusement ran over me. I checked my gun holster that of course held my walther in it and made sure my com link was in my ear so that we would have easy communication. I was rarely so careless as to actually forget something. " What do you mean?" I asked back and she gave me a vague look through the small rearview mirror in the cockpit.

" Your wings?" She stated as if it was perfectly obvious. I gave a small look of surprise as I hadn't even realized I had yet to release them. I had kept them so furled up recently that I had nearly forgotten. Steve gave me a curious look as my eyes glanced to him. I didn't like taking them out around people I had recently met. But I had no choice.

" Oh... yeah" I replied back and focused now on releasing them from their confinements. They easily stretched out and released quite a bit of tension out my back that no longer felt so stiff. They looked the same exact way they did from when I last released them. They were silvery metallic color yet were as a light as a feather. The overlapping feathers reached all the way down to my mid calf. My suit was especially designed with opening around the upper back to allow for easy usage.

I looked at Steve for a brief second to see what he thought of the oddices protruding from my back. Yet within his eyes I did not see an ounce of judgement or disgust. Surprisingly, there was a glimmer of awe that coated his blue eyes. As if my wings were somehow the most spectacular thing he had ever seen. " Woah" He said softly and I just barely managed to hear it over the whirring of the quinjet engine. I wasn't even sure if I had heard him right. I looked at him abruptly feeling unusually self conscious about my appearance. "What was that?" I asked as I brushed a loose strand of dark brown hair behind my ear.

Steve cleared his throat and his eyes quickly met mine. He had been staring at my wings. "Uh nothing ma'am,your wings are just.... amazing" He fumbled awkwardly and I rose a thin brow. It was a small compliment but his approval made me feel better. I grinned coyly feeling terribly out of character. "Thanks" I replied looking down and then toward where Natasha was sitting.

I walked to the cockpit where Natasha was as I casually analyzed my nails. My nails themselves could expand into talons and were a permanent silver color. It really just looked like I wore fake silver nails all the time whenever they were retracted. " So where is the god of mischief?" I asked as the quinjet flew low to the city. It was in camouflage mode so no civilians could see it. We were just 30 seconds away from the museum but what caught my attention was outside in the street. There were masses of people dressed in formal wear all kneeling. With my enhanced vision I could see who I suspected to be the god of mischief. He wasn't hard to miss with his dark green robes with golden trim, large golden horned helmet and glowing blue scepter. Yet there were like five of him that surrounded the crowd of people. Yet only one of them was speaking so I supposed he was the real Loki.

" Cap your target is at 4 o'clock" Natasha announced as she flipped a switch opening the exit hatch in the back. Cap was already there and ready to jump the short distance down to where the crowd of terrified people was. " Roger that" He replied and then a second later he disappeared over the edge. I went after him quickly and felt the familiar woosh of air that flowed past my face during flight. My eyes centered quickly upon Loki who suddenly sent a blast of blue energy towards and elderly man yet at the last possible second Steve stepped in front of the elderly man. He managed to deflect the blast off of his shield that hummed softly from the refraction or energy that went right back to Loki himself.

Loki stutter stepped backwards from the blue energy blast. It was my first real look up close at Loki's face. He had a sharp jawline and shoulder length raven black hair that was gelled back. His face was borderline god like as it seem to have no faults aside from his shallow cheeks. His beauty was unearthly. He was tall and his strange horned helm made him seem even taller. He looked at the soldier with almost snake like eyes and then looked to me. He seemed only mildly surprised.

The crowd seemed far more astounded by out sudden arrival. Many of them gaped at me as I hovered slightly above them with soft flaps of my wings. " You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing" Steve began as Loki stood back up straight as did his holographic looking replicas. Loki gave a sinister leer of a smile " If it isn't the soldier and the bird. The man out of time" Loki asked with an obvious british accent.

" He's not the one out of time" I replied as my silver talons extended. I could feel a wave of aggression over me as this man was the same man who had taken Clint away. I wondered if he was near. Suddenly the quinjet came out of camouflage mode and the machine gun at the bottom was presented. " Loki, stand down now and release the scepter" Natasha's voice ordered stiffly as Loki looked up at the quinjet and its machine gun without interest.

Like greased lightning Loki sent a another bright blue blast towards the quinjet in just a fraction of a second. Natasha quickly maneuvered the quinjet around the blue blast that just narrowly missed the underbelly of the jet. Steve automatically flung his shield toward Loki who easily swat it away with his scepter sending it right back towards the captain. I swooped in as the crowd gave a sudden sound of surprise from the fight they were witnessing between a god and a super soldier and a mutant. I was just yard away from him when he sent a blue blast of energy that came down in an executioner ark. I had to pull back and bring my wings in front of me to deflect the blast that shot off into the sky.

I recovered quickly and was left with only a tingly feeling in my wings from the small bit of energy they had absorbed. Cap was fighting against him with the sharp jabs and punches of a boxer. He was a good fighter with his quick and powerful reflexes. Yet he was forced away when Loki hit his shield with his scepter that was charged with blue energy. This sent the soldier flying several yards backyards.

It was my turn now as I met him with a kick to the chest as I descended upon him from above. Yet this guy was like trying to kick over a boulder, he was surprisingly dense. I came down quickly upon him with a series of strikes with my talons unsheathed. They were roughly two inches longs and completely made from adamantium. I knew I wasn't supposed to kill him but I so badly wanted to sink my talons into his neck. I willed my emotions into submission as a good agent never let their internal feelings control them. Then again, I wasn't an agent anymore. At least not entirely.

For the brief time that I sparred with the god I noticed that my skills were a tad rusty but muscle memory quickly came back to me. Our attacks against each other were blurred and had my orders been to kill him his head would have already been relieved from his body. I did however managed to cut the gods face thinly with the edge of one of my talons. But just a second later the god somehow managed to hit me in the gut with the blunt side of his spear all of a sudden. It knocked some air out me and to the floor. Loki stood over me with his reptilian like eyes boring into my own.

His scepter was hovering just inches away from my face. " Kneel" He commanded with a husky british accent. I glared at him " Never" I responded before swiftly moving the point of the scepter away from my face and then grabbing the edge of it and shoving it upwards to ram right into his chin. A fraction of a second later, Steve came out of no where and practically broadsided the god with his shield. The god was knocked off of his feet but somehow still managed to land on his feet and slide back a yard or two as the momentum pushed him further.

He rose his scepter once more until a strange sound hit the air. I narrowed my eyes as I picked up the sound of music playing. This specific song sounded like AC DC's shoot to thrill that seemed to carry on the wind and quickly got louder. The crowd shared our confusion as all head turned to see none other than a man in a robotic red and gold suit appear out of the sky spontaneously. It was Tony Stark, the Iron Man.

He casually swooped in as if crashing a game of four square as he sent a blast of shimmering blast of yellowish white energy right at Loki. Loki was forced back several yard and ended up tripping on a set of stairs. " Make your move, Reindeer Games" Tony claimed casually as he rose both his energy projector hands that simultaneously showcased several different tank missiles that appeared and numerous other hidden weapons. This display of weaponry caused Loki to finally stand down as he eyes the three of us. His armor like green robes and golden helm materializes away leaving him in unassuming green and black asgardian looking clothes.

" Good move" Tony stated as he partially lowered the robotic arms of his suit. I retracted my talons as I eyed Loki who softly brushed his fingers over the thin cut I had given him. " Mr.Stark?" Steve greeted as he too watched the asgardian god.

" Cap?" Tony replied and then I glanced absently up at the red and gold robotic suit. I had never personally met Tony Stark before yet had heard from Natasha a few months ago that he was perfectly annoying and quick witted.

" Thanks for showing up Stark" I stated sarcastically as I approached Loki with a pair of manacles in hand.

The red and gold suit turned to me " Is that how they say thanks where you come from?" Tony's robotic voice asked.