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NATASHA watches the skies as Brooklyn flies the Quinjet, Fury speaks over their headsets, his voice annoyed, and almost slightly angry.

Fury voice, asks curiously, "Is he saying anything?" Brooklyn's blue eyes glanced back at the God, shaking her head at Natasha, continuing to maneuver the jet's controls.

Natasha leans back in her seat as she answers, "Not a word."

Fury voice continues irritatedly, "Just get him here. We're low on time." He demands to the agents, the line clicks off.

"Gotcha." Brooklyn murmured to herself and Natasha, the red-head sending a tight but soft smile her way.

Loki's hands were cuffed, strapped, sitting in his seat, on the right of the jet, his eyes wandering like a kid in an aquarium. Steve, Sarah and Tony watch from a distance, Steve and Tony have their helmets off and Sarah is fiddling with her gloves that aren't killing her circulation.

Steve turns to back and whispers to the Stark's, "I don't like it."

Tony, still watching Loki, answers just as low, "What, Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"

Steve explains his meaning, whispering, "I don't remember it being ever that easy. This guy packs a wallop." Glances back at Loki.

Tony being himself, "Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow." Steve looks at him as Tony turns his head to look at him, "What's your thing, pilates?" Sarah turns her head to him and gives him a deadpanned look.

Steve asks, "What?" The genuine confusion in his voice almost made the man laugh.

Sarah sighed and gave a glare at her father. "It's like calisthenics." She pauses, watching the word render in the blonde's mind. "Gymnastics exercises." She muttered softly, and Steve finally nodded in understanding.

"You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle." Tony shrugged.

Steve looks at Tony with narrow eyes, almost glaring. Not letting the words get to him, he says tensely, "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

Tony replies back, "Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."

"Dad." Sarah muttered, and Tony looked down at his daughter, his eyes softening in the slightest as he looked the girl. "I'm just saying, Sarah, that man never—"

Before Tony could utter yet another word, thunder and lightning boomed around the jet, almost striking it.

Steve saw as Loki looked out the window intently, almost expecting. "What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?"

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki said, eyes still on the cloud filled sky.

Brooklyn, looked at him, widening her eyes in realisation. "Stark, take my place—" She said quickly, and Sarah rushed to her spot, taking the co-pilots seat, helping Natasha maneuver the Quinjet.

Suddenly, a blinding light then hit the jet. Well, not a light.

A prince and a princess.

Thor — the God of Thunder. And Nora — Goddess of Earth.

Tony placed his helmet on and opened up the ramp, ready to fly out and deal with the uninvited guests, only for the siblings to drop in, surveying the people inside the jet.

When their eyes landed on the familiar brunette from his last visit to Midgard, they stopped for a brief moment.

Tony walked in front of Brooklyn, wrongly assuming she was Thor and Nora's target, and held his hands up, readying a repulsor blast.