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Chapter 12- Butterfly Effect

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A/n: I meant to upload this yesterday but I didn't have the time before I had to shut my phone off and go to bed. But I saw Infinity War yesterday and I'll be posting my thoughts and storyline ideas after this.

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(Y/n) groaned, sitting up and removing a piece of glass that had embedded itself in her arm. Throwing it to the side she looked to Fury, who had his gun raised.

"I didn't do this Sir Fury," (Y/n) assured, "This explosion originated from someone else somewhere else."

Fury pressed his earpiece, "Hill?"

"Turn up that engine! Number 3 engine is down! Can we get a run in? Talk to me...We lose one more engine, we won't be. Somebody's got to get inside and patch that engine."

"Stark! You copy that?" Fury yelled into his comm.

"I'm on it!"

"Coulson! Initiate official lock down in the detention section then get to the armory! Move out!"

"This was Loki's plan," (Y/n) looked at her bloodied arm with a frown, "He means to bring down your defenses."

A small look of panic crossed over Fury's face before he began to speaker again.

"Then use your ancient power and deal with it."

(Y/n) opened her mouth to correct Fury before deciding against it. She ran from the room, trying to remember the way to Loki's cell. In all this panic her trained mind was blanking.

ROAR!

Mr Banner must have lost control then. She paused in the middle of the hallway, thinking over her options. Help repair the large ship, watch Loki, or help stop the Hulk.

The ship shaking violently again gave her her answer. (Y/n) ran a hand over her face, knowing that whatever choice she made, in this case, fixing the ship, there would be consequences for not picking one or the other. Mine as well pick the one that would help the most people at the moment.

"Why do I feel as though I'll live to regret this?" (Y/n) asked herself as she approached the broken engine.

"Mr. America?" She called, spotting Steve stuck behind a small section of metal as Loki's agents were shooting at him began to shoot at her instead.

(Y/n) raised her hands, creating a shimmering shield around her body. Frowning at the irksome agents she waved her hands, sending them off balance and off of the ship. Fury stated that they were going to be over water, it was a better chance of survival for them.

"What do I need to do?" (Y/n) asked.

"I removed most of the shrapnel, but there's some lodged in the control area. I'm stuck here and Capsicle is waiting for my word."

"I understand," (Y/n) jumped onto the place nearest the turbine, spotting the large shrapnel Tony was talking about.

Wrapping her hands around what she could she placed her boot against the wall next to the control, pushing and pulling at the same time in an effort to remove the damage. With a loud shroom! The metal slid out of the panel. (Y/n) stumbled back, grabbing onto the railing next to her to keep her balance.

"It's out Tony," (Y/n) stated.

"Cap, pull the lever!"

Steve pulled down the large red leve, temporarily slowing down the turbines long enough for Tony to slip out before she was shredded.

(Y/n) let out a small breath of relief, looking over. She spotted a SHIELD ship leaving the bay, the doors slowly closing.

Even through the distance (Y/n) could see Loki inside, and she knew he was looking at her as well.

"Loki got out," (Y/n) mumbled, "Damn! Of course this was his plan. Weaken the large so only the small remain. It's Asgardian battle strategy."

"Agent Coulson is down. Paramedics are here."

Anxiety bloomed in (Y/n)'s stomach as she knew what was going to happen. This was the consequence of not watching Loki. If she had gone there, perhaps Coulson would be well, but then again, they may be in the water instead of above it.

"They called it."

(Y/n) let out a breath, closing her eyes for a few moments. Coulson was the first SHIELD agent she met on earth, And while their start wasn't well, she considered him a friend. Not only that, but this was the first person Loki had killed in his current state. Maybe...Maybe his mind truly was gone.

No. She couldn't think like that. Not when she had seen his true ind fighting against it's cage less than an hour earlier. Her Loki was still there, and she would get him back. No matter what it took. They would have their future together.

Everyone sat or stood around their meeting table after being ushered there by Fury, everyone being her, Tony and Steve, everyone else was gone.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them," Fury threw Phil's trading cards down on the table, they were stained with his blood, "We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Maybe I had that coming."

Fury paused, and (Y/n) stood up from her seat, too anxious to keep sitting.

"Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number though, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called The Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes."

"Heroes exist Sir Fury, but that doesn't mean that they work well together," (Y/n) stated before following Tony, who had left the room.

(Y/n) found Tony standing over the empty cell container. She walked up next to him, trying to find encouraging words.

"Was Son of Coul married?"

"No. There was a uh...cellist, I think."

"He seemed like a good person," Steve came up on Tony's other side.

"He was an idiot."

"For believing?"

"For facing Loki alone."

"I never believed that Loki would kill someone," (Y/n) whispered, "But then again this isn't the Loki I know."

"Still holding onto that hope?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"Hope is all we have," (Y/n) mumbled, "This Loki...He wants to be worshipped. He wants the recognition he didn't get on Asgard. He wants parades and festivals and he wants his name to be known...That's it! Tony, your tower with your name on it."

Realization flashed in Tony and Steve's eyes as they thought about (Y/n)'s words and how much sense they made.

"Son of a bitch," Tony said simply, "We've got to get Natasha and a pilot and get to New York."

"I'll go get her," (Y/n) offered.

As she walked down the hall she began to think over just how far gone Loki could be. He had killed for the first time, but moments before he had been fighting. Like she had said to Tony, there was still hope.

"Natasha? We must leave," (Y/n) peeked her head into the room Nat was in with Clint.

"Go where?"

"Where are we going?"

"We'll explain on the way. Do you know someone able to fly a ship?"

"I can," Clint exited the bathroom, pausing and becoming defensive.

"I understand your hesitation Clint, but I'm on your side," (Y/n) assured.

"It's true lint, we wouldn't be in the air if it weren't for her," Nat added.

Clint nodded hesitantly, watching (Y/n) carefully as he walked past her. She knew it would be a journey to trust when it came to him.

She knew the group must have looked dramatic and incredible as they walked towards a jet. All of them were suited up and obviously ready for battle. They approached the nearest jet, being stopped by a young pilot.

"You are not authorized to be here-"

"Son, just don't."

Tony took off ahead of the jet, being lighter and faster.

"Before we all most likely die, does anyone want to say something encouraging?" Tony asked.

"On Asgard before we go into battle we ask that the Allfathers that came before stay with us in our battle. Now, more than ever, we need that blessing."

All was silent, though (Y/n) knew that they agreed with her words.