Mischief

Chapter Ten- Pizza, Coulson and the Chitauri

"How the hell did you get up there?" he enquired, gaining only a shrug in response. He sighed. He wasn't even sure that he was surprised by anything nowadays.

Except maybe Agent Phil Coulson walking in six years after he died.

"What the fuck?" the archer exclaimed, gaping at the very much alive man before him.

"Language," the Captain replied absently, strolling into the room. His eyes landed on Coulson and he froze. "How..." There was a shocked silence.

"I'm sure you're wondering how I'm not dead," Coulson stated, his voice the same as it had been. "But we have no time for explanations. My team and I are here to transport Loki to the Fridge." Stark laughed humourlessly, shaking his head from his spot beside the window.

"No. Not until you explain."

"We thought you were dead," Romanoff said bluntly, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How are you not?" As those words were spoken, there was a loud boom and the bulletproof windows shattered inwards, raining glass shards on them. The ground shook, and the shockwaves blasted them off their feet.

"Ow... is everyone okay?" Hawkeye grunted, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Nat?"

"I'm good," the assassin replied, brushing her flaming hair from her face. "Steve?"

"I'm fine," he answered. "Stark?" He glanced at the billionaire, but the inventor didn't move. Steve frowned. "Stark, get up." Still no response. Coulson pushed himself up and jogged over to Stark, crouching down and rolling him onto his back. His eyes were shut, blood coating the side of his head and one of his arms bent at an awkward angle. The agent leaned down, checking for a pulse and that the man was breathing.

"Well?" Barton asked, pulling the other two Avengers to their feet.

"He's alive. Broken arm, severe concussion, broken ribs," Coulson leaned closer, gently pressing on Stark's chest. "And a possible punctured lung. He was standing closest to the window." Steve swore.

"Barton, Romanoff, alert everyone to the situation. Get us some back up. Coulson, get down there, see what happened, try to diffuse the situation. I'll get Stark to the infirmary," he ordered. Nods were his only response, the three running off in different directions. Crouching down, Steve shook his former friend by the shoulder.

"Stark," he muttered. "Get up. Please. I can't lose you too." For a brief second, he got no answer, his own heavy breathing and racing heart the only sounds to be heard. Then Stark groaned, his clouded eyes fluttering open, brown irises nearly swallowed by his pupils.

"Steve?" the word was slurred, but Steve had never been happier to hear Stark talk. He smiled reassuringly.

"Hey, Tony. I'm gonna need you to stand up. Can you do that for me?"

"Okay Stevie, I'll try. My arm feels-" Stark started to cough violently, his good hand covering his mouth. When he'd calmed down, he dropped his hand onto his chest. It was stained red.

"Okay, Tony. I need you to get up now, okay? Right now!" Steve ordered, a small spark of panic igniting in his chest. Tony blinked slowly at him, his eyes starting to slide shut. "No!" Steve slapped his friend's face, not gently.

"Wha..." Stark's eyes snapped open, clearer than before. "Okay, okay. I'm getting up. Just give me a-" he coughed again, rolling onto his side and waving off Steve's concerns. As his coughing subsided, he took a few deep breaths and grabbed Steve's arm, bracing himself. "Help me up." Steve carefully lifted him off the ground, wincing as Stark cried out in pain. They shuffled from the room, Steve being the only thing keeping the inventor's knees from buckling.

"Come on... nearly there. Nearly there," Steve repeated encouragingly. They were coming up to the infirmary when Stark had another coughing fit. He gripped Steve's shirt, twisting it as his lungs screamed in pain. He sunk to the floor, gasping for air, Steve shouting for help. Blood dribbled down his chin as darkness set in.

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"Watch your guard," Valkyrie reminded Peter, slapping him in the face as he was distracted. He yelped in surprise, backing up.

"I appreciate this and all, but do you have to hit quite so hard?" he whined.

"You're training to be able to protect yourself around superheroes. You need to learn to take it," Falcon frowned. Peter sighed.

"Yeah, but she's an Asgardian!" he protested. "Stronger than your average-"

"We have a situation!" Hawkeye burst through the door, covered in blood and dust. "Bomb went off. Stark's down." Peter's eyes widened.

"Mr Stark? Is he okay?" he gasped.

"No," Romanoff answered curtly. "But that's the least of our worries. We need to contain the situation." She strode out, leaving everyone to scramble for their suits and weapons. Peter slunk off to slip into his Spiderman suit and take up a position on the roof. The sight that greeted him, however, made him wish he had stayed inside.

The Chitauri were here.

A/N: woohoo! Extra long chapter. And don't worry, you'll get some proper Loki action in the next one. We all know he's badass. And you'll see it too. Also, I started watching Agents of Shield yesterday. I have now finished season 2. Fitz is adorable.

Dedicated to getbuckyplums. Her Loki fic is amazing. You should read it. Its called "Young God| L. Laufeyson"

So good.

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