OH MY GOD I'm sorry it took so long to update! I had finals, and then graduation, and then I went on vacation to Washington DC, and I barely had time to even breathe! So I figured I should reward your waiting with a nice, loooong chapter, my longest one yet. I hope you all enjoy it!

Sadly, I don't own the Avengers. BUT ONE DAY!

Anyways, READ ON!

So I cried just a little then I'll dry my eyes, cause I'm not a little girl no more.

The music was fantastic, he had to admit. It was nothing like Loki had ever heard. The Midgardians on the lower level of the concert hall let their fingers travel up and down the necks of the stringed instruments. He had read a bit about Midgard's music when he was a small boy, learned the great composers' names. He remembered a few: Beethoven, Bach, Tchaikovsky. Perhaps, once this pathetic realm was his to command, he would have a personal musician play the songs of Asgard and Midgard alike. That is one sliver of this planet's culture that he is willing to keep alive.

Loki strolled the balcony, overlooking the gala. The building the event was housed in was quite large with smooth, white marble all around. He slicked his onyx hair back, glanced over the banister, and smiled. The humans, in their fine linens and gems, gathered to listen to their superior's speech. They all spoke in a guttural tongue that was unfamiliar to him, but no matter. He clutched his scepter lower on it's shaft, lightly shaking it at the crowd below him. The petty humans.

Loki traveled down the marble steps in time with the strings, his suit jacket flowing out behind him. He had blended well with their society, wearing the respective clothes, acting politely to the few people he had seen in the street earlier. He was glad for his disguise as he strolled up behind an official looking man who he guessed was a guard. Before the man could turn around fully, Loki swung his gold scepter, knocking the man off his feet.

No turning back now.

Gasps filled the room as all the men and women stood completely still. His smile grew wider and more sinister as he lunged at the old man and seized him, the one Barton needed to get the Iridium. He knew that the agency SHIELD would be at location in a matter of minutes, but that was the plan, after all. Get taken in as a prisoner, manipulate the heroes, get what he wanted. He'd done his research on the heroes, knew their weak spots. He assumed that the monster would be their easiest to break. But then he remembered the widow. No, she would be the easiest to crack. He remembered Barton's advice: get to her cherished younger sibling.

People began to shout at him, mutter between themselves in shock, but Loki paid no mind to their squabbling. He flipped the old man down on the stone table with so much force, he was surprised the man didn't "black out", as the humans called it. The crowd shrunk away as the dark haired Asgardian held the man down on the table and more people began to yell and shout in his direction. Yet they made no move to stop him. The cowards.

Loki pulled the machine from the pocket inside his coat, holding it above the old man threateningly. The man below him struggled, but stilled once his gaze landed on the silver instrument held in Loki's pale hand. The man's eyes widened as the machine began to spin and glow an eery blue. Loki let a small smile drift onto his chiseled features, silently thanking the man for widening his eyes. It would make his job much easier.

Zina didn't dare even breathe. Her right leg had already fallen asleep and she was starting to get a crick in her neck due to how awkwardly she had positioned herself in the cargo rack of the Quinjet. Her fiery red hair clung to her sweaty face and her glasses were fogged. Yup, definitely should've changed into something that was not a sweatshirt. She had stayed under this tarp for at least forty minutes and she wasn't sure if it was worth it anymore. She now had eighty bucks less in her Emergency Bribe Fund, thanks to the scrawny young security guard and his unintelligence. She probably could've convinced him to let her on the jet with forty bucks, but she had been dumb and started at eighty. Or she could've just told him that she was acquaintances with The Hulk. Then she would still have all of her money.

So there she lay under a tarp, uncomfortable and eighty bucks poorer. Yet she refused to move a muscle; she had to wait for the right time to make her presence known. She figured that it had been long enough to be pretty far away from the Helicarrier so that Natasha wouldn't turn the whole jet around. Zina couldn't go back now. She was in the middle of the action, or... under a tarp, rather. Either way, there was no way she was not gonna be a part of this whole Avengers thing, whether Fury, or her big sister, for that matter, wanted it or not.

She knew that Captain Steve Rogers sat about two seats away from where she was, and Nat was most likely the copilot of the small jet. She figured that now would be a good time to present herself, considering if she waited any longer, her body might freeze in this position. She curled her right toes inside the neon Nike's she had changed into earlier. (Might as well be prepared to run from super villains.) Well, her whole right leg would be no help to her at all. She quietly breathed a ginger tendril out of her face as she prepared to sit up.

She stilled her movements at once when she heard sudden footsteps getting closer. They were those of heeled boots, and the only person on the jet that she knew had heeled boots was... shitshitshitshit.

There was nothing Zina could do before the heavy object came in contact with her abdomen. She let out a loud "Ughhhh" and threw the tarp off of her face to get more oxygen to replace the wind that was knocked out of her. Th teenager attempted to clamber out of the cargo hold. Unfortunately, she ended up crawling over the steel bars, tumbling over the seats below, and rolling onto the floor of the Quinjet.

Well, that's one way to make a dramatic entrance, thought the young girl.

Zina stared up at her older sister as Natasha cursed rather loudly in Russian. It wasn't often that Zina got the one-up on her sister, so she relished the surprised look on her slim face. That feeling soon vanished as her right side exploded in pins and needles. Her head felt like it had split down the middle, and her sister's yelling didn't help.

"Listen, Nat, I think my brain squeezed out of my ears when you dropped that bag of bricks on me, so I have no idea what you're saying." Zina shut her eyes tightly with a grimace on her face, her head rolling from side to side on the cold floor. Her hazel eyes finally opened and took in the tall, burly blond standing a few feet away. He was in his stars and stripes uniform, which, Zina noticed, accentuated the muscles in his upper body.

Why do we always end up here? the teenager asked herself.

"Oh, hey Steve."she said brightly, despite her pounding head. The super soldier's brows furrowed and his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. He probably flipped his star-spangled lid when all of a sudden - hey, a wild Zina Romanoff appears, sweatshirt twisted and curly hair sticking to her face.

What a lovely image.

Zina noticed her sister seemed to calm herself rather quickly, considering a fifteen year old girl had just spontaneously appeared in a jet headed to apprehend an alien fugitive in Germany. The woman smoothed out her black shirt, stood up straight, and glared down at her sister.

"Vincenzina Fontaine Romanoff. What in God's holy name are you doing here?"

Zina coughed, her eyes squeezed shut. Her right leg was tingling badly from the sudden pressure put on it. "Uhh..." she hesitated, bringing her hand up to wipe her upper lip of sweat. "Sightseeing?" From the look on her sister's face, it was obvious that she wasn't buying it. Zina sighed. "Okay, yeah, that answer was total bullshit." She turned towards Captain Rogers. "Nice outfit, by the way, El Capitan. 'Stars And Stripes Forever', eh?" She sat up from the cold floor, ignoring the slight dizziness in her brain. She turned to her sister, who's death glare had not subsided. "Okay, I snuck on, happy?"

Natasha's pouty lips pursed. "Not particularly, no."

The ginger teen exhaled exasperatedly. "I used $80 from my Emergency Bribe Fund to get on the jet." Zina looked up at her pretty, agent sister, her puppy-dog eyes appearing to big for her head under her large glasses.

"Do you really think that look is gonna work on me, sis?"

Zina promptly turned her gaze to Steve Rogers, who had attempted to creep back into the shadows. The Captain made eye contact with the young girl, which, apparently, was not a super great idea. The big hazel eyes, the pouty face, he didn't know how long he could simply stand there and not offer Zina to get ice cream with him.

Thankfully, Natasha stepped in. "Oh no, you are not going to bring Rogers into this." She stepped in between the teen and the man. "This is between you and me, squirt."

"Ugh." Zina groaned, knowing she'd been cornered. She exhaled heavily, wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans. "I just... I just wanna do something!" The exclamation was unexpected, and she looked up at her older sister, sincerity evident in her eyes. "I don't - I don't want to have to be stuck in some room, being no help at all, left to be babysat while everyone is out saving the world!" Zina let her body fall back onto the ground, sighing audibly. "I mean, the Black Widow is my freaking sister! I'm not a kid anymore, Nat! Okay, so maybe I can't throw a knife or shoot a gun, but I know basic defensive and attack skills, and if that doesn't work, then I'll just talk to them until they're dead." Zina sat up again, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. She looked up at her sister, pleading silently with her.

Natasha gazed down at Zina, her brow flattening. She exhaled heavily, extending a slim arm towards Zina, who still sat on the floor. The girl gladly took the hand, and Natasha hauled her up off the floor. She studied her baby sister for a few moments, sighing. "No."

Zina's frown deepened. "No - what do you mean, no?"

Natasha took a seat in the copilot seat, looking back at her sister. "By 'no', I mean 'no'." She turned towards the view screen, ignoring the pilots questioning gaze. "There's no way I'm letting you in on this mission, or any mission, for that matter."

Zina scoffed. Of course her plan wouldn't work. She didn't even know why she came aboard the jet in the first place. It was a disaster waiting to happen. "Yeah, of course, cause I'm just your kid sister who doesn't know anything and can't take care of herself."

"Vincenzina, we're not doing this right now."

Zina threw herself down in a seat at the very back of the jet, leaning on the door. "We're never going to 'do this right now' 'cause I'm 'just a kid' and I 'don't understand'," she mumbled, crossing her arms angrily. Natasha either didn't hear her or ignored her. Zina didn't really care.

She decided that it was just too damn hot in the aircraft, so she tore her sweatshirt over her head, showing the plain grey t-shirt she wore underneath. She reached down to stuff her jacket under her seat when her hand slammed into something hard. Placing her sweatshirt next to her feet, she extended her arm further under her seat, feeling something square, smooth, and with... pages? Thankful for the shadows that surrounded her as to not draw unwanted attention, she pulled the heavy object out from under her seat.

It was a 10th grade Algebra 2 book. She flipped open the front cover and sure enough, "This book belongs to: Vincenzina Fontaine Romanoff". Hmm. She must've left it on here when her, Phil, and Steve were on their way. Was this still the same day? God, it seems like forever ago I got sucked into this circus.

She placed the math book in her lap, fingering the pages. She tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear, too angry to pay attention to anything. That's also the reason that she didn't notice Steve Rogers until he was seated next to her.

She startled a bit as she realized he was right next to her, but she sighed and turned away. She really wasn't in the mood for his freedom speech at the moment.

Despite her obvious uninterest, the man spoke. "You know... I-I don't know if this helps, or - or means anything, but..." He obviously was not good at this. Zina smiled slightly to herself, happy her face was turned away. "But, I think your sister's like that because she, she just doesn't want you to get hurt. And I... Well, I think she's right."

Zina turned to him, a sarcastic smile on her face. "Yeah, not really helping my mood, Stevie."

Steve's cheeks went a bit pink and he looked away. He was about to continue when the pilot spoke a little too loudly in the small jet. "We're 3.7 miles out of Stuttgart, Germany."

Steve stood up and began to rush over to the view screen. He looked back at the young girl with the fiery red hair as she sulked in the corner, book on her lap.

He just prayed to God that she wouldn't take any drastic measures to prove herself. Although, even if he had only known her for under twenty four hours, he knew that prayer was a bit too far-fetched.

Zina pretended she didn't notice the pilot, her sister, and Steve discussing the current location of Loki. She pretended she didn't hear that he was actively gathering the citizens in the plaza in front of the concert hall. She pretended she didn't care as the jet landed a few blocks away from the situation (although she wasn't quite sure how they could've landed a jet in a busy city without anybody noticing. Fucking SHIELD, man.) She pretended she didn't slip out of the jet after Steve Rogers, clutching the thick math book to her chest. She scurried behind a dumpster and watched as the jet gained altitude surprisingly quickly and quietly for an aircraft. Her eyes followed it as it disappeared into the night. Or rather, behind a tall, old building.

What on Earth was she thinking? First, she snuck onto the jet, now she's sneaking off?!

Zina wasn't even sure what she was doing, but, dammit, she was gonna do it, and do it right.

She decided it was probably best to take a different route than Steve had, considering he literally climbed a storm drain to the roof of a building. She set off in the dark alleyway towards where she knew the Loki situation was taking place.

The night was cold and the alleys she trekked through didn't help to stop the chills that were running up her spine. Thankfully, she was reaching the plaza at a quick rate, so the city lights kept her from total darkness. She jumped a few times, mostly because of the cats that lingered near made a ruckus. At least she told herself it was cats. She wasn't taking any chances, though, and ran the last block to the square, her breath coming out in misty puffs

Out of breath and sweating, despite the cold, Zina held her Algebra book close to her chest as she mingled with the frightened crowd of Germans. People were screaming, trying to run away. Many of them were older than twenty - she was by far the youngest person in the group. She would also stick out like a sore thumb with her bright hair.

Zina was being pushed around and jostled about, no one was really paying attention to her. She was just another frightened citizen. Except, she wasn't. She somehow made her way to the edge of the crowd, towards where she figured was the "front". She was trying to get a visual on Loki, but people were running into her so often, it became difficult to even stand up.

Then she heard it: "Kneel before me!"

After that, it wasn't to difficult to spot the Norse god in question.

Loki stood above everyone else, atop a table, making him seem to tower over the common man. He was dressed in what Zina guessed was traditional Norse armor, including a flowing, rich green cape, and a pretty bizarre looking helmet. He was tall, pale, and his facial features were pointed and sharp. His onyx hair was slicked back and flipped out from under his helmet. The scepter he held was taller than him, the top glowing an unnatural blue. Zina took notice of one particular thing, though.

Damn, he was hot.

His attractiveness did not sway Zina from realizing that he was an evil alien mastermind who was probably planning to kill them all, so, of course, she attempted to run.

She did not get far. After three steps, a figure appeared, blocking her path. Her wide eyes traveled up the intruders body. Leather boots, black trousers, gold and green battle armor. But... But, that's impossible! She looked back at the Loki who had just spoken, and then at the Loki standing in front of her now, sneering down at her.

What. The. Hell.

She realized that the crowd she was encompassed in was surrounded by at least half a dozen Loki's now, their scepters held high. It was at that moment that she really wished that she was back on the Helicarrier, asking Bruce Banner for help on her homework.

Zina gazed back the first Loki she had seen, the real one, she presumed. He was shouting over the screams and terrified yells of the people below him. "I said, KNEEL!"

Everyone in the crowded plaza began to sink to their knees, most likely ruining their expensive gowns and suit pants. Zina realized that she was still standing while everyone was shrinking in fear, so she quickly dropped to her knees. She silently sent a prayer to Coulson, thanking him for not letting her get expensive pants.

Zina looked around her. Men and women alike seemed terrified of Loki, and she didn't blame them. He was down right scary.

Once the group before him was kneeling, Loki smiled and began to speak. "Is not this simpler?" Loki began to wade through the human beings, holding his hands high. "Is this not your natural state?" Zina tried to keep her eyes down, she really truly did, but in the end her hazel eyes clashed with Loki's bright blue ones, the same blue that emanated from his scepter. Although they're eye contact was only a split second, Zina felt Loki's eyes bore into hers, almost as if he was looking into her soul, regarding her deepest, darkest secrets. Almost as if... He knew her.

The moment only lasted two seconds before Loki continued walking through the people and continued his speech. "It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power... for identity."

Almost silent whispers caused Zina to turn her head towards two men, probably in their mid-twenties. They spoke quietly to each other in rough German, and Zina tried to cypher out what they were saying. Her German was a little rusty, but she listened close.

"Dude, what the fuck is he even saying?"

"I don't know man, but he's total bat-shit crazy."

Zina would've snorted out a laugh if the circumstances were different. She turned her attention back to Loki as he continued to talk as though he had already taken over the world. "You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

Suddenly, someone began to stand next to Zina, and she looked up to see the face of an old man with grey, thinning hair, his features hard and stoic. Zina ducked her head down, but she knew it was hard not to notice the bright red curls erupting from her head. Still, she clutched her math book to her heart for dear life.

The old man stood to his full height, not that much taller than Zina herself. He looked at Loki in the eyes and spoke with a strong voice. "Not to men like you."

Loki seemed amused. He chuckled and gazed at the old man as if he were a child, too naive to understand. "There are no men like me."

"There are always men like you."

Loki smiled and raise his scepter, pointing it at the old man next to Zina. The teenager began to panic. Loki wasn't gonna kill this guy, right? Of course he's gonna kill this guy you asshat he's an evil god with daddy issues what did you think? Zina began to breath faster than normal, her heart beat speeding up at an alarming rate.

Loki sneered at the old man. "Look to your elder people, and let him be an example." His scepter seemed to glow brighter and even more artificial as he directed it at the man standing right next to Zina.

A split second. It was a split second decision. Zina wasn't aware of her movements as it was happening and time seemed to slow down as she rose to stand in front of the man and screamed "NO!"

The blood was rushing in her ears as Loki slowly lowered his scepter, smiling once again. He tilted his head to the side like a confused animal. "Another rebel." Then, it seemed as though a revelation had dawned on him. "Ahh. You must be the spider's sister."

What was once determination turned to downright fear in Zina's eyes. 'The spider's sister? Did he mean Natasha? But - But that's impossible, how does he-' Her stream of consciousness was cut short by Loki's words.

"By your stunned silence, I'm going to assume that I am correct in my assumption." He raised his glowing scepter once again towards the old man, but this time, Zina was in the way, her eyes wide under her glasses and her chest rising and falling due to her quick, shallow breaths. "Now humans," Loki addressed the group, power building up in his scepter for the second time, "An elder, and a youth. Consider this a warning."

People think that your life flashes before your eyes in the moment before your death. Although, Zina begs to differ. What flashed before her eyes was something tall, muscly, and red, white, and blue.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany," Captain America walked towards Loki, who had fallen from the backfire of his blast, "and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

Zina didn't know what surprised her more: that she was not, in fact, dead, or the fact that Steve Rogers had just appeared out of thin air. Though the scales were leaning more towards the not dead side.

People began to stand, to run away, to call for help. Zina whipped her hair around, tendrils of crimson hair flying every which-way. The old man had run off, it seemed, as did many people that had once occupied the plaza. She began to walk forward but hit her foot on something. She reached down to grab her Algebra 2 book from the cold ground, clutching it like it was a life-preserver. She turned her attention back to the god and the man a few feet ahead of her.

Loki quickly recovered from being knocked over, sneering at The Captain. "The soldier." He spat the words like they tasted sour. He chuckled as he used his scepter to help him from the ground. "A man out of time."

Steve smirked back at Loki. "I'm not the once who's out of time."

Despite the circumstances, Zina gave Steve a little cheer in her head for making a kick-ass comeback.

Suddenly, a whooshing noise could be heard overhead, and Zina looked up to see the Quinjet she had snuck in and out of about a hundred feet above her head. Zina could tell it was her sister's voice from the first word, and was all of a sudden grateful that she was not an only child.

A huge gun dropped down from the belly of the jet and Agent Romanoff began to speak over the PA. "Loki, drop the weapon and stand down."

A blue, for lack of a better word, fireball was abruptly shot towards the jet, and Zina held her breath as the jet easily maneuvered out of the firing range. Then, everything seemed to happen at once. Steve flung his shield at Loki, knocking the god to the ground for a second time that night. More people began screaming and running away as Captain America ran towards Loki, throwing a punch. Loki blocked it easily, and both men simply looked at each other for a moment. Then, Loki jabbed the blunt end of his scepter at The Captain, to which Steve used his shield to block the attack. But Loki was a bit quicker than Steve, and he jabbed the super soldier in the stomach, sending Steve tumbling backwards and onto the ground.

Zina yelled again for a second time, reaching out towards The Captain. "Steve, no!" All at once, she realized that she was the only person left standing in the plaza, everyone else having run for cover.

Loki seemed to notice this fact too as he looked in her direction, stalking towards her menacingly. Zina seemed to freeze, her teenage mind going completely blank. Her eyes widened, causing her spectacles to slip precariously down her nose. The object in her hands suddenly became very heavy, and she remembered her 900+ page math book clutched, rather tightly, in her small hands. She looked down at it, and then back up at Loki, who drew closer. Realizing it was her best hope, she lifted the thick textbook above her head, ready to strike.

Although, her attack didn't go quite as planned. The sudden noise of Captain America's shield hitting the back of Loki's helmet made Zina startle violently. She dropped the book in front of her, thus causing the heavy reading material to land directly on top of Loki's left foot.

The god yelped like a wounded animal, kicking the book off of his boot. He whipped around to Zina, who was just as surprised as he was. He snarled, "You stupid mortal girl!", and promptly proceeded to backhand the teenage ginger right in the face.

The force of the slap literally knocked Zina off her feet, and she landed on her butt, on the cold, hard ground.

Okay, yeah, now she was angry.

She got up from the ground, determination written all over her face. Her lips pursed and her brows turned down, she grabbed her math book and walked towards where Steve and Loki continued to fight.

Loki currently had Steve on his knees before him, the bottom of his scepter pushing his head down. Zina crept up behind Loki, raising her textbook high.

"Kneel," Loki threatened in a deep voice.

Just then, Zina threw the book down on the back of Loki's head. Hard.

This action also allowed Captain America to twist so the Norse god's scepter was on keeping him down, and he stood up and kicked Loki in the face. "Not today," he promised, a bit out of breath.

Loki recovered quickly from the blow to the back of his head and the kick to his face, and was soon sparing with Steve Rogers once again. Zina stood at the ready, in case her textbook throwing skills came in need three times in one night.

Then, out of nowhere AC/DC began to fill the night. The Captain and Loki ceased their fighting and, along with Zina, looked up into the dark sky to see something, or rather, someone rocketing towards them.

Zina squinted, and then widened her eyes in surprise, not believing what she was seeing. "No way..." She trailed off at Iron Man knocked Loki off his feet, causing him to fly back a couple feet and his his back on stone steps.

Zina grimaced. That had to hurt.

Iron Man landed hard on the ground, knocking a few bricks loose from the plaza floor. He stood, and soon every gun and missile that the suit was equipped with was point directly at Loki, who sat helpless again the steps.

Zina, panting, walked slowly to stand in between Captain America and Iron Man. Steve looked down at her and discreetly grabbed her hand that was not currently holding her math book. He squeezed her hand reassuringly and gave her a small smile. Zina looked up at him. He was breathing heavily, too, and had a cut on his right arm. Dirt was smudged on his face and all over his uniform. Zina guessed that she didn't look much better. In fact, she could already feel a few bruises forming on her knees, butt, and a big one on the side of her face. But she squeezed Steve's hand back, if not for her benefit, then for his. He was probably having a silent freak out moment considering she was even out here. So she squeezed his hand to reassure him that yes, she was still breathing and that no serious damage had come to her.

Iron Man's voice brought them both out of their chick-flick moment. "Make your move, Reindeer Games." Loki slowly raised his hands, his battle armor disappearing, leaving him in his leather under armor. Zina could practically hear the smirk in his voice when Iron Man said, "Good move."

Steve was still panting and looking at Loki as he greeted them both. "Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark."

Stark's head turned slightly towards the teen and the man beside him. "Cap'n. Warrior Princess."

Zina laughed once and then sighed, pushing her hair being her ears. She let a small grin grow on her face as the greeted the two men on either side of her. "Mr. Stark, Captain Rogers." As she gazed at a helpless Loki, a thought suddenly struck her head. She turned towards Stark, gesturing towards the captive god, and asking a small, "May I?"

He held his hand towards Loki. "Be my guest, oh great Warrior Princess."

Zina smiled sweetly as she approached Loki, the Algebra 2 book still clutched in her hands. The god's face scrunched up in disgust, but at Zina's continuous innocent smile, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Finally, Zina reached the foot of the steps and Loki began to speak. "You foolish girl, what are you-" The rest of his sentence was lost in a loud, quite girlish yelp as Zina let gravity take control of the book in her hands, and she dropped it on his foot. The same one she had dropped it on earlier that night, actually.

Her smile was gone, replaced by a sinister glare. "That's or bitch-slapping me, you great big bag of dicks!"

Zina made her way back over to Steve and Stark, breathing heavily. The latter was snickering like a school girl. "Oh my god, Miss Romanoff, that was perfect! Pure gold!"

"Thanks," Zina said as Loki continued to whimper. "Damn, that felt good." She suddenly felt a large, strong hand on her back, leading her towards the just-landed Quinjet. Zina could see her sister standing on the ramp, the most disapproving look on her face. Oh well. Zina will deal with her later. For now, she looked up at Steve, his mask off so Zina could see just how tousled his blond hair was. The super soldier looked down at her, in turn, and smiled. This smile reached his eyes in the greatest way ever. He started chuckling, wrapping his arm around Zina's shoulder. He squeezed her closer to him in a sort of half-hug. "You did good, Zina." He said, leading her towards the jet. "You did good."

Oh god, I'm so so so so soooooo sorry it took so long for this one! Like I mentioned earlier, I had to finish up school and then I went on vacation with my mom. Also, I had major writer's block on this chapter. I'm actually pretty happy with how this one turned out. Hopefully no one was too OCC... anyway, I'm having a bit of trouble with the next chapter, so suggestions are totally welcome! The next chapter is gonna be when Thor, Tony, and Steve are fighting in the forest, and I'm not sure where I want Zina in that situation.

Also: REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Thank you to all of you that have already reviewed, as well! To answer a question I've gotten: No, there won't be any particular pairings in this story, cause it goes along with the actual movie.

Hopefully, I'll have more time to write this, since it's summer. And remember: REVIEW! Love you all!

~Z xx 3