I found myself in what appeared to be a shuttle. In the passenger seat was a slumped over Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, on the console. I flinched, remembering the torture that I had undergone in the hands of the Chitauri. This mortal reminded me of how I was before they got their hands on me. . . Well . . . Before I fell in. My skin had long healed since the infliction that I had to be put under.

Not until Thanos came around.

I briefly closed my eyes tossing the memory back.

With a wave of magic I made a long wooden tree branch appear then I poked it at Steve's shoulder.

"Peggy. . ." Steve said. "I am not ready to go."

Steve turned his head on the console with a frown on his face as he slept.  I then noticed he was in boxers, white shirt, white matching socks, and his brown hair was messy. I briefly pinched the bridge of my nose muttering over the fact that I was ALONE IN A SPACESHIP WITH THE MAN OUT OF TIME. Not my best day. I turned the stick into a electrical rod, hit  a button, then tapped on his shoulder. I electrocuted him. And he still didn't wake up.

I rolled an eye.

"Damn mortals and their long sleep." I said,annoyed.

I made the rod vanish. And then the shuttle fell sideways followed by  a hard blast to the wall. Steve awoke throwing his arms in the air and lifting his head up off the panel. I saw a couple buttons that indicated the side view shields were not up. I turned them on sliding my fingers up The shuttle rocked back and forth. I pressed several buttons, any button in fact, when aimed in the direction of our attack.

"You!" Steve shouted as though it were a sharp dagger.

Words are more like weapons.

In fact I know how to use them to my advantage.

"Yes, it is me," I said, as the shuttle shook from side to side. "No surprise there."

"You should be in Asgard!" Steve said, the obvious.

"You should be in bed not sitting in a chair with a pair of boxers reading 'Thor's fanboy' all over!" I said.

Steve immediately covered his boxers.

"Where are we?" Steve asked, as his face grew red.

"Somewhere far, far away from Earth," I said, then catch a look of the stars.  ". . . I take that back." I closed my eyes then reopened them just to be sure. "We are not in our universe!" I pressed apparently the right button where a power so source struck the eagle like starship. "Ah ha! I am doing something right."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE  ARE NOT IN OUR UNIVERSE?" Steve shouted.

"The star constellation is all different," I said. "There should be a crown in the star constellation, the shape of a sword, the shape of a bear, and a chair too." I pointed at the screen. "All I see here is horses, goats, deer, moose, lions,tigers, and mountain lions."

On the screen appeared large brown human like beings with large ridged foreheads.

Then the being spoke.

". . . I did not understand a word you said," I replied. "Speak  English."

The brown being furrowed his eyebrows and spoke again, this time in the same language.

"Wait!" Steve said. "That is a Klingon!"

"Kling. . .On?" I repeated.

"Yes." Steve said.

I smiled.

"You mean cling on?"  I asked, raising a brow.

"Stop twisting my words," Steve said. "He is speaking in Klingonese. . . I haven't seen all of Star Trek but I do know the older movies deal with these alien beings as the antagonists." He turned his attention to the screen. "I can speak their language. Perhaps we are speaking another language that is not English but  I don't know how that is possible."

"Do it." I said.

Steve Rogers then faced the screen and spoke in their language.

The Klingon's eyes grew wide, his eyes full of fear, and a scream fell out of his mouth.

"Steve, what are you telling him?" I asked.

Steve rubbed his forehead as the Klingon barked an order.

"I told him I have a criminal who killed a thousand people with me," Steve said. "And it sounds like he is requesting back up."

I frowned at the mortal.

"Do you want some clothes?" I asked. "Your legs must be shivering."

"I am fine, Loki." Steve said.

"I can dress you up in a juggler outfit." I suggested.

"No, Loki!" Steve argued back.

"Or I could dress you up as a wizard." I said.

"Loki, no means no!" Steve said.

"Ah, so you want to be dressed up as my brother?" I asked.

"No, Loki!" Steve said.

"Naked in a suit of armor, why that. . ."  I grinned. "Hold onto that thought."

In a wave of magic Steve is inside a metal suite of armor that gives me a good reflection of myself. I shaved off a little hair on my chin using a razor  and some shaving cream. This suit of armor is a lot like Tony Stark's Iron Man suit. Steve was paralyzed unable to decide what to do first: pee in the suit or try to move. I guess he wanted to pee in a very cold suit. I couldn't blame him for doing it.

"Ah, much better." I said.

And then the ship trembled from side to side unexpected throwing me off guard.

I landed flat on the floor.

I helped myself up to see the inside of a gigantic larger Klingon shuttle bay ahead.