A/N: Here it goes! The title for this story is inspired by the song of the same name by Luke Bryan. The prologue may seem a little weird at the beginning, but if you stick around it will make sense in later chapters and what it may mean. If there are mistakes of grammar or spelling, please let me know! If you don't care about those types of mistakes, we all win.

The plot is already decided, and the last chapter I wrote before anything else so don't worry if there seems to be no action at the beginning, it's coming, I promise.

All Avengers are in this. As well as some of my own characters. With that said,

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel.

Prologue: Where The Rest Go

God doesn't chase the devil. Not because of some sordid love God has for Lucifer- his fallen angel. His fallen son. No, he does not chase because he cannot change the devil's ways, does not think Lucifer worth of change.

God doesn't chase the devil because God sees the need for an underdog, one who would push mortals to their knees asking forgiveness for their sins committed because of his son. Sins no mortal could willingly strike from their past. God doesn't chase the devil, because he has NEED of a targeted evil so that people see the good in its place.

God doesn't chase the devil.

This does not mean the devil does not seek God…

This does not mean she doesn't seek them both. For their warring ways, their half-truths and outright lies in the face of impassive cruelty for their actions they clash like brutish swords against shields.

She does not know who to seek, God or the devil, to rest the thirst she has.

She only knows it as a thirst for the knowledge of power, or the knowledge to stop those with too much power in the world. It isn't clear.

The murky depths of her morals are what others use to their advantage.

She is one small star amongst billions that flesh and blood humans habituated with their sky do not pick the right star. The impossible star blending with the rest.

She believes her existence impossible.

Stars are natural- she is manufactured.

Who is to say God is merciful when weapons such as herself have been used for decades, and she, an unnatural being created for such desolation in order for one man to claim power over the rest, tried and failed at disposing of those weapons?

God is not merciful… perhaps she'll learn the humans, for all their destruction, are.

Perhaps one band of humans with powers greater than hers can help bring down that one band.

Perhaps Earth's Mightiest Heroes will believe in a manufactured star?

It felt like dry rain, cold and crisp beneath her fingers. No, rain was pure, clean. Wet. Dryness was dirty, dangerous like the desert, sharp.

Her fingers stilled in their movements against the fabric under her. it was too dry, it hurts. No, she needed water, been deprived of it, held dry and dirty for too long not to let it control her, make her crave water more than lungs did air. Every pore on her body searched for it, just to stop the pain of skin taught against bone, dry and stagnant.

She needed fluidity, like oceans need the banks and cliffs which contain them. She felt dampness, against her cheek dripping past her ears and into her mouth.

Salt.

Tears.

She needed it, wishing more and more, unknowingly clenching the fabric under calloused hands.

"I think she's awake."

More water. She needs water.

"Water."

"Water?"

Movement to her left, a hand ardently cupping the back of her neck was too constant a pressure for her not to jerk away.

"Woah, Miss, not here to hurt you." Soothing and strong, a voice that commanded respect but kindness. A trick.

"Do not touch her. Leave her be, Rogers."

The second voice she knew like her own eye colour, eyes snapping open as if that action alone would present the man's visage before her. Or his name could command the same, "Loki?" She bit, inhaling the dry air, winching as it hit the back of her bruised throat. She tasted instead of smelled expensive cologne in the air, new bed sheets, the dim light and the man hovering above her was not the Asgardian she was finding herself hoping for.

She pulled her eyes from where she didn't recall settling them, away from the blond haired man at her elbow holding a glass of water. She had zoned out not from pain, for the dull ache setting into her bones could not be ignored now, but from realizing she didn't know where she stood, what her relation to them was or even where she was.

She only knew who her company was. Rogers, the man out of time.

Loki, prince of Asgard and the destroyer of New York.

Sights and sounds suddenly came full tilt into her awareness, immediate things first. The smell of water from her left, of metallic blood still coating her clothing and faint hints of iodine and alcohol, fresh bandages. There was sound from beyond the lone door across the room, feet shuffling, voices? The lights above, small circles sporadic against the peach coloured ceiling began losing their luster as dawn broke and sunlight filtered through the large windows at the foot of the bed, of the blurred city skyline. Her watering eyes held the outside world's attention too long, she knew.

She could not lock eyes with either man.

She understood where she was.

"I can't be here," Her tone made no sense to Steve, almost scared one moment but her eyes remained resilient. His cautionary glance to Loki went unnoticed by both other parties, for the god was looking on their guest with contemplation and a little disbelief at her words.

The girl blinked at Steve, still awkwardly leaning over her with the glass of water.

The door whooshed open, a voice so pompous and recognizable that the girl didn't bother to look over at the billionaire, deciding to look between Steve Rogers and New York.

"I know I have an effect on women who I don't know the names of, but usually they don't end up in my bed this fast."

She noticed he had an annoying mannerism of itching his beard when after a few silent moments she glanced over. He was handsome, but not in a way that lessened her glare up at him, trying to intimidate her way into convincing him she need not be there.

She had hoped to wake somewhere else.

Yet the man was preoccupied. "Enough, Stark." Loki had rolled his eyes, settling back into the cushions of the chair he had been occupying for some time waiting for their "guest" to wake up. Honestly, he was still a little annoyed he'd been on guard duty for so long. Not that Asgardians needed much sleep, but it was a nice feeling drifting into the unknown if only to escape darker thoughts reality brought.

"I'm trying to be nice, Rudolph." Stark looked away, eyes laser pointed on the smirking Trickster to which the girl gave an amusing smirk, looking devilish on her tired face.

"You disobey a god?" She ground out, question seemingly harsh because of her voice, which had broken and sounded lie glass breaking over rock. She rose herself to lean on her elbows, hiding a wince s fabric became too rough for her personal liking.

Loki refrained from rolling his eyes, knowing her game well enough. Get the attention away from her and hope her captors begin to fight so she can escape. Knowing Stark, that wouldn't work well.

Tony blinked down, "Uh, yes. I do."

Through her teeth, while adjusting her position, said, "At least someone will,"

Loki rose a questioning if not amused brow but let it slide for reasons beyond Stark and Rogers.

"Rogers, if you would," The god gestured a slender hand to the water glass, knowing even though her eyes weren't tracking it overtly, she was watching.

"Do you two know each other in the biblical sense?" Tony led, hoping that would get a rise out of the girl to which SHEILD hadn't provided a name when they unceremoniously dropped her off on his doorstep, or Loki whom seemed to know, as per usual, more than they did about the situation. More than they did about the girl if his intrusive glances were anything to go by.

Loki tilted his head to the side, obviously confused.

"No," She deadpanned between gulps, glad that the super-soldier had resigned to sitting in the chair beside Loki to give her space. As gentlemanly as they say, were her thoughts. How much dare she give away?

She knew what had happened, and in the end did not hide this from them, instead deciding that shock would break the two men out of the ensuing argument about Bibles and how Loki had not heard of such a book of tales. "SHIELD brought me here." Her statement rebounded in the dead silence, and Tony raised both eyebrows.

"So, enemy or ally?"

"Why not both?" It came too quick to her lips, she knew. Damn, so much for playing it cool and collected.

Tony nodded, impressed that this girl, whoever she was, put on a mask of indifference that rivaled Natasha.

SHIELD had given the orders that the Avengers needed to protect this girl. Either that meant protect her from outsiders, maybe Doom as he was their biggest problem at the moment, or protect the public from her.

Either way, Tony Stark was not pleased with SHEILD or Fury and their need to drop impromptu missions and demands on the Avengers.

Not even the perfect Captain America liked his vacations plans getting squashed.

Loki made a sound in the back of his throat, apparently not pleased that Tony was staring the girl down.

"Right," Tony stood but made no other moves. "JARVIS?"

"Sir?"

Her eyes didn't seem shocked a disembodied voice was answering. Perhaps she was an agent of SHIELD? No, Fury would have mentioned. Actually, when Tony further thought about it, he wouldn't have. Idiotic pirates and their secrets having secrets.

"Inform the rest of the Scooby gang our guest is awake. Send them up."

"As you wish."

Steve leaned over and little, "Would you like more water?"

She nodded and blindly handed him the cup, eyes tracking Loki.

"So, what's your name?"

"SHIELD didn't tell you?"

"No."

Her snarky grin got a little wider. "Then who's to say I will?"

Perhaps no one had disobeyed Tony Stark much either, for his face was priceless and comical, and she decided that there could have been worst places for SHIELD to drop her off.

A/N: Reviews would be nice! They allow me to see if and where I went wrong, and I rely on you all for feedback if you could!

Hope you enjoyed! -G