Yeah, it's a longer one!
This chapter has two soldiers and people hitting other people. Sometimes.

John was a bit too preoccupied to notice them coming back.
It hadn't been so bad at first. Sure, he hadn't really known what to do, since he'd never fought aliens before, but at least there weren't very much of them. And yeah, Sherlock probably wouldn't be long. It would all be fine.
Slowly but surely the steady stream of aliens became thicker. The heroes around him didn't become tired as soon as John did.
Still, this even seemed hard for them. John didn't know if this was a regular day for them, but if it was, it was taking longer than they were used to.
At first they had formed a bit of a strategy, and John was able to use his gun the way it was supposed to work. Then the aliens had kept coming, more and more. It seemed like there was no end to the stream of monsters coming for them.
His gun was empty, and he'd started using it as a sort of club, but they had arrows.
And that was how he'd come to be lying here, on the asphalt of an unoccupied road.
Not that any of the roads would be occupied now, he told himself, trying to find some distraction. But this road in particular didn't have as much aliens, because Steve, who had apparently taken a liking to him, was standing in it and defeating every alien that came his way.
You'd think it would help that he was a doctor, but if he was honest, he hadn't come across a lot of people with an arrow in their upper leg.
As a soldier, or generally as a person, he wasn't used to it either.
Oh, he'd seen movies where the hero bravely kept fighting even though he was being pierced with twenty arrows, as if they didn't even notice.
Well, maybe he wasn't a hero, or maybe it was just because he didn't get pierced by arrows on a daily basis, but it bloody well hurt a lot and he was really starting to doubt if he could even stand, never mind fight.
He'd carefully removed the arrow, torn a piece of cloth from his jacket (which bloody well wasn't as easy as it looked either) and used it as a sort of bandage, but my God did it hurt.
It had seemed like the right thing to do, but he was pretty sure that it hurt less with the arrow in it. Maybe he'd just made it worse or something.
So anyway, there he was, lying in the middle of the road, flanked by buildings, clutching his leg. He was staring in the distance, for a bit to check if there were any aliens coming, but mostly to distract himself.
And that was when he noticed.
'There's less aliens.' He stared intently at the stream of aliens in the distance, which wasn't as steady as it used to be. He nodded. 'Yes, I'm fairly sure there's less of them.'
Steve turned around to look at him. 'I think you're right. Wanna try to have a look?'
John knew what he meant, he should try to get up, then he would see it better. He tried to get up, but it wasn't much use.
Steve held out his hand. John grabbed it, and slowly but surely, with a bit of support from the wall, he got up.
He looked at the streets for a while and smiled. Yeah, he had been right, there were less of them.
Wait.
Something else, about a block away. Someone else. Multiple someone elses.
'Is that… Sherlock? Who's he got with him?'
Steve squinted his eyes. 'I think you're right. Clint is there, and apparently Thor came to help him out too.'
Consciously or not, he grabbed onto his shield a bit tighter. 'And I think that's Loki. What's Loki doing with them?'
John hadn't seen Loki before, but he assumed he was the only person in the group he didn't recognize. The one with the blackish cape.
Looked like a villain alright. So why weren't they fighting? He didn't know much about the whole world-saving business, but he was pretty sure you weren't supposed to befriend the villain.
Then again, you probably weren't supposed to get an arrow in your leg either. No one else had gotten an arrow in his leg, that was just him.
He got his gun out. His finger slipped around the trigger. Even though he knew it wouldn't do much without bullets, it still made him feel a bit safer.
'What do we do? They bloody look like they're best friends.' snapped John.
Steve slowly began to move out of the alley. 'Well, I've seen that before. Loki has this staff that allows him to bend others to his will. That's probably what happened.'
John hopped after him, putting as little weight on his leg as possible. 'Okay, we could ambush them. We don't really have any weapons, but I'm sure we'll manage if we surprise them.'
Yeah, he didn't really believe himself either.
Steve nodded, and ran onto the road. He hid behind walls and rubble on his way to Loki.
John stumbled to the edge of the wall he was leaning against, and then realised that he couldn't get any further.
'Steve!' he said urgently, trying to sound as loud as he could without alarming the enemy. Of course Steve couldn't hear him, he was way too far away.
Oh, for God's sake!

'They should be here somewhere. I'm pretty sure they were about here when I left them.' Clint said.
Thor shrugged. 'We will find them.'
He stared into the sky for a bit. 'Not that many aliens anymore.'
Loki pushed one out of the way, changed his mind, and killed him. 'He would tell Moriarty.' he murmured to himself. He didn't like it when he got his hands dirty, but they would be a lot dirtier when Moriarty found out.
Oh well, he was planning to kill him anyway, it didn't matter if it was a few hours earlier.
'For America!'
No one saw who had shouted it, but it wasn't very hard to work out.
Steve jumped Loki, and elbowed him in the head. 'You let these people go, you hear me?' he commanded.
'Sure. They attacked your monsters, but maybe you shouldn't have sent them in the first place!' Every few words were punctuated with another bash on and/or around his head.
'Oh don't be an idiot.' Sherlock sighed. 'Get off the man, we convinced him.'
Loki awkwardly poked Steve with the back of his staff, but he wouldn't budge.
'You would say that, he's tricked you!'
'No, I told you to not be an idiot. We're obviously fine, stop attacking him.'
Even though the words didn't really help, no one felt compelled to help Loki. He had been trying to kill them after all.
It was like standing around a burglary while whispering stop it. No one really cared.
Clint shuddered. 'Trust me Steve, I would know.'
He socked Loki in the jaw. 'I wouldn't do this if he'd tricked me.'
Yeah, there's to revenge.
'Yes, yes, we get it!' shouted Loki urgently.
Steve slowly got off his back. He still held on to his shield though, you never knew with tricksters. Not that he'd encountered a lot of them.
'So you convinced him?'
'Yes!' Thor said happily. 'He's going to help us.'
'Until something better comes along.' Loki carefully touched his jaw. 'We were losing anyway.'