Kagome cringed, shuffling under the heavy stares aimed at her. She shifted, cursing her luck. Because, of course, this sort of thing just had to happen to her, of all people. Fate couldn't have chosen some other poor sucker to mess with. After all, why would it? It already had a perfectly good toy to use for some obscure purpose by throwing it into yet another highly improbable and dangerous situation such as the one she currently found herself in.

And here she thought time travel was the weirdest thing that could ever happen to her.

Why don't you just throw in a homicidal Norse God while you're at it? Kagome thought to herself sarcastically. Oh, wait, there he is!

Said Norse God had his eyes glued to her chest, an amused smirk on his face. Usually, she would have accused him of being a pervert, if not for the fact that everyone's eyes seemed to be glued there, and that she knew exactly why her chest was garnering so much attention.

There, in the middle of her chest, was a very inappropriate design, given the circumstances. It comprised of a very familiar face, proudly encircled by the words Loki's Army.

This was not going to end well for her, judging by the glee on Loki's face and the cold hostility on Captain America's.

She was never going to the movies again.

AN: Drabble story, because why not? I should first warn everyone reading this that I am not the most reliable author. Writing Fanfiction is a hobby that I do when I want to, and I don't always want to. RL comes first, as always. I decided to write this because—okay, this was actually written a long time ago. Like, two years ago. This chapter, that is. But anyway, I decided to post this because I like light hearted things, and also I'm trying get back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Loki's Army.