3rd Person's POV

Fury gathers Tony and Steve back into the briefing room everyone there has a look as if in a daze. A look of numb shock is shown on their devastated faces.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them."

Fury throws Coulson's Captain America trading cards on the table towards Steve. Steve picks them up, stained with blood.

"We're dead in the air up here. Lost our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor, and Dyl- Sammie. 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 together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."

Tony gets up and walks off, not wanting to hear it anymore.

"Well, it's an old fashioned notion."

Steve frowns holding the cards, "What about Sammie?"

"Look I'm sorry I lied. It was the only thing I could do. Erskine had only told Howard Stark but apparently she had powers. And if she lost control she would be as bad as Loki the god himself. She had amnesia I took that moment to tell a little white lie. But now she's gone and she's probably dangerous. Now we have Loki and her to deal with. I didn't want any of this to turn out this way."

Steve watches as Fury walks away with his head down. Steve sighs as he pulls out a picture from his pocket. On the picture was him and Sammie, who was now known as Dylann. They had both been in worlds where they didn't belong... but it was up to all of them to save it... whether they belonged or not.

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Barton is strapped down. Natasha watches over him as Barton tries to shake off Loki's mind control.

"Clint, you're gonna be alright."

"You know that? Is that what you know? I got... I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out."

Natasha shakes her head, "We don't have that long, it's gonna take time."

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

"You know that I do."

Clint frowns for a second and silence fills the room. He clears his throat and looks away, "Why am I back? How did you get him out?"

"Cognitive re-calibration... I hit you really hard in the head."

Clint chuckles, "Thanks."

Natasha unfastens the restraints, "Tasha, how many agents?"

Natasha frowns and shakes her head at him.

"Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for."

"Loki, he got away?"

"Yeah and he took Dylann with him. I don't suppose you know where?"

Clint hits the pillow beside him, "I didn't need to know. I didn't ask. He's gonna make his play soon though. Today.... how did he take her? Why?"

Natasha sighs sadly, "I don't know. All I know is we gotta stop him."

Clint scoffs, "Yeah? Who's we?"

"I don't know. Whoever's left."

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

Natasha smiles, "Now you sound like you."

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Tony look at the empty cell container. He stands not saying a word. Steve walks in and stands beside him.

"Was he married?"

Tony shakes his head, "No. There was a uh... cellist, I think."

"I'm sorry. He seemed like a good man."

"He was an idiot."

Steve frowns, "Why? For believing?"

"For taking on Loki alone."

Steve sighs and crosses his arms, "He had Sammie with him."

Tony scoffs, "Oh yeah well she's an idiot too."

"They were doing they're job."

"They were out of their league. They should have waited. They should have..."

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

Tony walks away, "Right. How did that work for Coulson? And Dylann... Loki fucking took..." 

Suddenly, Tony punches the wall and then grips his hair in anger.

"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?"

Tony turns around sharply, "WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS! I am not marching to Fury's fife!"

Steve shakes his head, "Neither am I! He's got the same blood on his hands as Loki does. Right now we've got to put that aside and get this done. Now Loki needs a power source, if we can put together a list..."

"He made it personal." Tony replies looking at the blood-stained wall.

Steve shakes his head, "That's not the point."

"That is the point. He killed Coulson... took Dyl- Sammie... she may have not been my sister but I did care about her... alot. That's Loki's point. He hit us all right where we live. Why?"

Steve frowns, "To tear us apart."

"He had to conquer his greed, but he knows 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."

Steve nods finally catching on, "Right, I caught his act at Stuttengard."

"Yeah. That's just a preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered... Son of a bitch!"

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Cap, Black Widow and Hawkeye walk towards and into the quinjet. A young shield pilot looks and stands in their way.

"You are not authorized to be here..."

Steve holds up his hand, "Son... just don't."

As Hawkeye flies the Quinjet, Natasha sits opposite of Steve on the benches. She looks up at his stone cold face as he stares at a picture. She gets up and sits beside him then notices the picture is of him and Dylann.

"I'm really sorry about lying. We thought it was for the best."

"Well we'll see how that works out..." Steve sighs as he puts the picture away.

"Steve are you going to be able to fight... it if comes down to it... you may have to-"

Steve interrupts, "I've lost her three times now.  I'll figure out a way to fight but don't ask me to take her out. I'm not losing her again."