People responded to the trailer fic, so here it is; After Ultron.

Also, I did see Age of Ultron, but that was at the beginning of the month. So if I mess stuff up, I couldn't find a transcript or anything… Well, a full one anyway. So, excuse me on that part. (Also, spoilers… Obviously).

Disclaimer: From this point out I only own the OC's. Not the actors I think would portray them, or any actors in this story what so ever. I also don't own Marvel or Disney… Which sucks.

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Loki stood in the observatory, looking down at the expanding universe. His eyes wandered from one world to the next, sometimes lingering in some realms before moving on. Next to him, Heimdall stood. Ever watchful of the nine realms.

As there were perks to impersonating Odin, there were certain drawbacks as well. One of them was that in reference to Thor, many had called him 'his son'. Loki wasn't sure what was worse; people referring to Thor as 'his brother' or 'his son'. Oh, how he loathed it.

Next to him, Heimdall quirked a brow.

"Something wrong, Heimdall?" He asked.

"Look to Midgard, my king." Ah, yes. There were the perks. "It seems as if the Avengers have found something."

Though he was not eager to glance upon his not-brother and his mortal friends, curiosity killed the cat and he cast his gaze down there. His eyebrow soon raised as well.

Near what looked like a fortress, in the surrounding wood, were the Avengers. He saw the Captain riding an odd vehicle—he remembered seeing some during his attack, but hadn't the foggiest idea on what they were called. Hogs? Choppers? Autocycles?—and Thor not too far behind, flying through the air with Mjölnir in his hand. He saw him land on a watch tower, and watched him punch whatever men were unfortunate enough to be there.

Over the past two years, he had kept careful watch over his not-brother, lest he return to Asgard, suddenly wanting the throne. He saw him and the Captain especially deal with a group known as HYDRA, a basic enemy to S.H.I.E.L.D… Or whatever was left of it apparently. Loki did not miss how much effort the "heroes" were putting into storming the base. What could be there that is so important to them?

"Shit!" the Iron Man said, snapping him out of his thoughts. He heard the Captain call out "Language!" soon after.

Loki wasn't sure what was so amusing about it, but he saw Heimdall smile slightly nonetheless. It was what came next that made Loki a bit concerned.

"Oh,"

"Oh?" He questioned.

"I believe I now understand why the Avengers fight so hard in this battle."

"What it is?"

"In the facility, my king."

So, Loki trailed his gaze over to the facility—glimpsing at the Iron Man as he flew around the base. "Is no one going to comment that Cap just said 'language'?" he asked, receiving a meek "I know!" in response—and found someone who seemed to be rather stressed about the whole ordeal.

Not that he could blame him…

"Can we hold them back?" He asked a guard.

The guard looked at him, incredulous. "They're the Avengers!"

The first man left the room, eventually running into Captain America—whom just knocked him out. He turns back in time to watch Iron Man shooting some men with a few missiles. "Good talk." He says.

"Not really…" One of the men on the ground says.

Iron Man then turned to a hallway.

"There should be an entrance not too far from you." Loki hears a female voice say to Stark. Loki blinks and searches the area around Stark, the voice did not sound like the Spider's and she is nowhere in sight.

Stark removes his helmet and Loki is able to glance at an ear-piece as the man glances around at a bare wall. "I'm not seeing one, Darcy."

"My computer says there is one." The female voice says again. "Then again, my information isn't reliable… Might as well just keep looking, dude."

Darcy… Darcy. The name sounds familiar, from where he's not sure.

Stark glances around. "Five bucks says there's a secret door."

"Dude, you're on."

"Please be a secret door, please be a secret door, please be a secret door…" Stark pushes in one of the bricks, revealing a secret door. "Yay!"

"Dammit. There goes my morning coffee…" He can all but here the smile in this Darcy's voice. Stark chuckles. "Don't make bets you can't win, Lewis."

Lewis. He thinks. Darcy Lewis. The assistant to Thor's woman. Small and all but useless, it was easy for him to overlook her. Why is she communicating with Stark now?

Loki watched as Stark descendant further into the HYDRA base, watched as he was followed by a young girl, watched with revelation as Stark came upon his old scepter and the remnants of the Chitauri warriors, and watched with slight interest as the girl seemed to put Stark in a sort of trance.

He couldn't tell what Stark was seeing, but judging by his facial expression, it wasn't good. Soon, in a blur, a blonde man—who bared similar appearance to the girl—appeared behind her at a speed Loki thought was impossible for Midgardians. The blonde looked at the girl, "Are you just going to let him get away?" He asked in a heavily accented voice. The girl only smiled.

Stark then smirked, summoned an Iron Hand, and marched right up to his old scepter and lifted it off its table.

Heimdall frowned. "For that man's sake, I hope Thor is quick in his return to Asgard with the scepter."

"As do I," Loki lied right through his teeth, not that it was hard for him. "Other forces would seek to gain such a powerful weapon."

He left, nodding his head to Heimdall in response. His thoughts drifted to the Mad Titan and he frowned. Though he held no fond feelings for Stark, Thor, or any of the Avengers; he hoped for their sake that they knew what they were doing.

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Loki returned to the Bifrost, this time as a mere guard, and found Heimdall was absent. No doubt at the pub, Loki thought dryly.

Remembering what the Avengers found at the HYDRA base, Loki decides to glance down on Midgard. He glances down just in time to see the Spider turn to his not-brother.

"Thor, report on the Hulk." She says.

"The gates of Hel are filled with the screams of his victims!" Thor responded. It was only when the Spider glared at the Thunder God and Banner groaned did Loki roll his eyes.

"But not the screams of the dead, of course. No, no… wounded screams… mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and… gout." Thor finished dumbly.

"Just stop, Thor. You're giving me second-hand-shame." The voice of Darcy Lewis said, Loki found himself nodding in agreement with the voice.

The Avengers, minus a rather beaten looking Barton (though he just raised a brow), glanced at the pilot control's in mild surprise. "How do you keep doing this, kid?" Stark asked, annoyance clear as he jabbed at a few random buttons rather roughly. "I set up a new firewall!"

"And I got through you're new fire wall!" Amusement clear in the girl's voice. "You're losing your touch, Stark. I blame old age."

This earned a snigger from Banner and the Captain, smirks from the assassins, and a well-meaning eye roll and smile from Thor as Tony looked at the panel, appalled.

"One more remark like that, and you can say good-bye to your paid vacation time." Stark threatened lightly.

"I don't get paid vacation time!"

"You don't? She doesn't?" Stark turned to Thor, who nodded. "Oh… Well, doesn't that just suck." Stark smirked as the quinjet they were flying landed on the tower he recognized as Stark Tower. Though, Loki supposed, it wasn't called that anymore.

After they landed, Loki noticed Agent Hill approaching the opening quinjet.

"All set up, boss." She said.

"Actually, he's the boss." Stark said, pointing to the Captain. "I just pay for everything and design everything, and make everyone look cooler."

"Careful there, Tony, your modesty is showing!" Darcy Lewis's voice calls out as she jogs toward the quinjet, a tablet in hand.

Ah yes, he remembers her a bit more clearly now. The small, dark-haired assistant to one Jane Foster. The one girl that hovered around her, Thor, and Selvig and the one who never seemed capable of closing her mouth.

"Is it?" Stark makes a show of pretending to cover up. "I'm so embarrassed…" Earning a laugh from Darcy.

"Ah, Lady Darcy!" Thor booms. "Fairest maiden in all of Midgard."

"Don't' let Jane hear you say that…" Darcy teases as Thor crushes her in a one-armed hug. Once released, she rubs her chest. "Easy there, Rolling Thunder. I like my ribs non-broken." Thor laughs fondly at his friend.

Darcy then turns to Agent Hill and hands her the tablet. "I found some information on the Wonder Twins, you might want to check it out."

Agent Hill nodded her thanks and beckoned for Captain America to follow her as Barton was escorted out of the quinjet by the Spider. Which didn't go unnoticed by the young girl. "Clint, you're bleeding." The calm, casual way she said almost made Loki blink. "Plus you have a hole in your stomach-area. Just letting you know."

Clint glanced at Darcy and gave her an odd look. "Where would we be without your guidance, Lewis?"

Darcy shrugged her shoulders, turning back to the quinjet. "Without your morning coffees." This gained small smiles from the two assassins as they left and a few laughs from Stark and Banner.

Darcy looked over Thor's shoulders and smiled. "Hey cool, you guys found the Glow-stick of Doom!" Darcy entered the quinjet and inspected the staff up close. Loki noticed that she frowned as she inspected the jewel in the scepter. "What up with the glowing jewel-thingy? This wouldn't happen to be another Tesseract or Aether, would it?"

Loki raises a brow at her. Though a bit uneducated in her guess, she's not entirely far from the truth.

Thor nodded. "You remember what we told you of the scepter's power, do you not?"

"I remember some parts." Darcy admitted. "To be honest, when you or Jane or Selvig went on some rant about Asgard or the Rainbow Bridge or the Convergence; I kinda just blocked you guys out and imagined I was in Rio or someplace…"

Tony chuckles as he begins to move the scepter. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, even if you are a pain in my programs ass."

"Tony, language!" Darcy chided. "Steve could be nearby."

Banner shook his head and chuckled. "How do you put up with her?"

Thor merely shrugged. "You get used to her after a while."

"I heard that!" Darcy called back as she followed Stark into a certain lab.

Loki was about to leave when he noticed Stark's eyes linger on the gem. The God of Mischief frowned.

Stark set the scepter in a little container and then turned to Thor. "You wouldn't mind if I ran a few tests on this, would ya? Just to check its gamma reading, y'know."

Loki didn't miss how Darcy Lewis, who was fiddling with a computer, seemed to freeze at Stark's words and looked at her boss, listening intently.

Thor contemplated Stark's question for a moment before responding, "I suppose it would do no harm. I will have no need for it for three more days."

Stark smiled at his friend. "Fantastic! Shouldn't take too long, I promise."

Thor began to leave when he seemed to remember Darcy's presence in the lab. "Darcy, you shall stay?"

Darcy glanced between Stark and Thor briefly before sending the Thunder God a tight-lipped smiles. "I'll catch up with you in a second, big guy." Thor smiles at her before exiting. Stark turns back to the scepter just as Darcy stepped behind him.

Stark noticed her and sent the girl an impish smile. "Yes?"

"Why do you need to run test on the glow-stick of doom?" She asked.

"First off; it's glow stick of destiny, we all agreed to that." Darcy rolls her eyes at her boss. "Second; I just want to make sure it poses no gamma threat to Banner or anyone else."

Darcy snorts. "Bull-fucking-shit, Stark. Since when do you care about Banner, or people in general?"

"Hey, I care about people."

"People whose names aren't Tony and Stark, I mean."

Stark glances around to make sure no one but him and Darcy are present in the lab before turning back to Darcy. "What did I hire you to do here exactly?"

"A computer programmer."

"More specifically."

Darcy sighs. "A computer programmer-slash-you're personal protégé-slash-the Avengers' assistant-slash-your guys' personal helper monkey." Loki did in fact blink this time at the all of the girl's titles. Personal helper monkey?

"Right. And you're a pretty good programmer, right?"

"Were you not on the jet when I broke through one of your firewalls, y'know again?"

Stark frowned at the girl but nodded nonetheless. "Honestly, besides myself of course, you're the best programmer I know."

"Ok, what're you getting at?"

"A while ago, I had this idea of one specific A.I. leading the Iron Legion. But I never had the energy to create it, so it was all but scrapped. But now…" Darcy glanced at the scepter.

"But now you think you do." Loki didn't miss the uncertainty in the girl's voice.

"You saw what Loki was able to do with that thing," Stark pointed out.

"Yeah, I saw the footage." Darcy nodded, taking a seat on the nearby counter, next to the scepter. "I saw footage of people running around screaming, freaky aliens flying this way and that, and I saw footage of Reindeer Face standing—or flying—in the middle of it all. Guns a blazing with the Glow-stick of doom in his hands." Though he frowned at being called 'Reindeer Face' Loki found himself following this usually Odd girl's train of thought. "I also saw what Loki was able to do to Barton."

Stark winced at the memory. "Loki did all of that, this thing had nothing to do with all of that—"

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Darcy stated. "My mom and dad used to tell me that and I couldn't think of a better example." Loki noticed a brief shadow that crossed Darcy's face at the mention of her parents. Stark looked at Darcy, what he could almost define as a small amount of pity written on his face. Darcy looked away. "What do I have to do with all of this?"

"Like I said, you're one of the best programmers I know. I couldn't think of anyone better to help me." Stark said.

"You'd get farther with Banner helping you."

"Oh, he'll be helping us to."

"Does he know that?"

"He will. Once I run it by him." Stark paused a moment. "Does this mean…?"

Darcy glanced at him, sighed and let out a dry chuckle as she shrugged. "Hey, my personal motto is 'Hakuna Matata' so why the fuck not?"

Stark nodded and smiled genuinely at the young girl. "You won't regret it kid. I promise!" Stark waltzed over to a nearby desk, pulled out a tablet of sorts from a drawer and handed it to Darcy.

"You'll find everything you need to know about the program on there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find our resident Hulk."

"Make smart choices!" Darcy called out as Stark left.

Loki watched the young mortal start up the tablet. He watched as she kicked her legs in a childish, bored manner as she tapped the screen of her new little toy. He watched her face contort into one of uncertainty after a few more taps as she glanced at the screen.

"The Ultron Program…" She said, casting a sideways glance at his old scepter.