Third person (POV)
"We got a hit, 67% match. Wait... 79%," agent Sitwell yells looking from his computer to Coulson and Fury.
"Location?" Coulson asks.
"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Köningstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."
"Captain," Fury looks at Steve. "You're up."
Steve nods and walks towards his locker room. When he approaches the cabinet, the doors reveal the new Captain America uniform, along with his beloved shield. For a moment, he stands in silence.
In the meantime, in the Stuttgart Museum, the second guards falls from the roof, with an arrow through his chest.
Inside the museum, where an orchestra plays and some fancy dressed people talk, the God of Misschief descends the broad stairway, not losing sight of his target. He makes it down and flips his cane around in his hand. The guard notices too late and Loki clubs his head in. That's when the chaos happens.
Loki runs towards the head doctor, grabs him and flips him on a marble table. He then plunges an optic torture device and plunges it in the doctors eye. He twists in pain. The crowd errupts in panicked screaming and starts running away, the God smiles and watches in amusement.
As the crowd runs out, Loki follows and materializes in his gold armor. The cane turns into his spear and when the police arrives, he uses it to flip their cars over.
"Kneel before me," Loki says, as another Loki appears, blocking the crowd. Loki after Loki appear and the crowd is encircled.
"I said," Loki yells as the other Lokis grin. "KNEEL!"
The crowd is quiet and slowly kneels.
First person POV
"What does this do?" I asks, reaching towards a lovely red button on the control panel.
"Don't," she says as she smacks my hand away.
"I'm starting to regret bringing you with me,"
"Ow, that hurts," I say, looking at her frowning my eyebrows.
Out of the window of the quinjet, I can see a large crowd in front of the museum. The person that stands out the most: the one with the golden horns.
"Here, press this button."
Natasha points at a blue button on the ceiling. I get out of my chair and push it.
"What did I just do?" I ask. She turns a tiny screen at me saying : 'machine gun activated'.
"That's awesome." I laugh as I sit back in the chair.
"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," Nat speaks through the PA.
A blue blast shoots out of the spear and Natasha manages to dodge it just in time.
"I think he doesn't want to," I tell her.
The fight between Steve and Loki continues as a voice, neither Natasha's nor the pilot's, speaks through our headsets.
Oh boy.
"Agent Romanoff. Did you miss me?"
'Shoot to Thrill' plays through the speakers, and a man in a metal suit blasts Loki to the ground, pointing every piece of weaponry he has at the God.
Natasha and me enjoy the scene, subtly headbanging to the guitars of AC/DC.
"Your move, Reindeer Games."
As the quinjet slowly lands, I can see Loki put his hands up in surrender.
"Good move."
...
"Aren't those horns super heavy?" I ask the black haired man in front of me. Loki keeps staring at me with a face as if I'm the smelly cat Phoebe sings about in Friends.
I look back at Tony and Steve talking to each other, glancing to Loki every now and then.
"I once spilled coffee over you. Do you remember that?" I ask him, laughing awkwardly.
"Are you proud of that or something?"
"Well, actually, ..." A loud thunderbolt interrupts me, again. Is that something common in this universe?
Loki bolts forward, looking scared.
"What's the matter. Scared of a little thunder?" Steve asks, looking at Loki.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki responds.
That sounded so British.
I hear a loud crash on the roof. Everyone in the plane looks up, as if they could look through the ceiling. It all goes very quickly than. Both Steve and Tony walk towards the rear hatch, putting on their helmet and Steve taking his shield. Nat speeds up the jet as Tony pushes the button to open the ramp.
"What are you doing?" Steve asks, walking past me and Loki and joining Tony in the back of the plane.
At that moment, a shadowy figure lands on the ramp of the jet.
"Now there's that guy," Tony says, looking at Thor. The god doesn't really pay attention to anything but his brother, whom doesn't look all too happy to see him.
Thor walks forward and hits Tony away, who takes Steve with him as he falls. Perhaps I should get up and help, but I like watching this.
Thor grabs Loki by the neck and jumps out of the plane. Steve and Nat yell something at each other, and Tony walks towards the edge of the ramp. I get up and stand next to him. His head turns my way and he asks: "Are you gonna jump? 'Cause I wouldn't do that, unless you're me."
I don't have time say anything, because Steve joins us too.
"Stark, we need a plan of attack."
"I have a plan, attack." Tony says (with me mouthing the words to this amazing quote) before flying out of the jet.
Steve takes a parachute and gets ready to fly out as Nat yells from the front of the plane.
"I'd sit this one out, Cap. These guys are basically Gods."
"Nat! This guy's ninety-two years old and still working out at the gym, let him jump!" God, what a bad choice of words.
Steve scoffs. "Thanks, I guess."
"Go get him, Blondie!" I yell as he grabs his shield and dives out of the plane, head first.
I slowly look to where Steve grabbed his chute, and than look at Nat, who's looking out the front window. I turn back and walk toward the remaining three parachutes, but before I can reach them, Natasha's already next to me.
"Don't even think about it," she says with a smug smile. I scoff. "Pf, I wasn't planning on thinking about it."
She pushes the button to close the hatch of the plane and than turns back to me.
"Lesson of the day: don't always try to be the hero. Some fights you just gotta sit out."
"But I don't wanna sit things out. I came here to ... uh, unsit things out?"
"You're time will come, let the big boys handle this one." She says sarcastically, smiling.
"You wanna help me land the plane?" She wraps an arm around my shoulder.
"Uh, yes please!"
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