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✯𝓬H𝖆𝒑𝒕Ⓔ𝐑 ᵀ𝐖ƎภⓉ𝘠 𝑻🅆𝐎✯

"How on earth did he get me to Louisiana so quickly? Why Louisiana?"

All of the questions were quickly squashed, as they were largely overshadowed by the task at hand; Getting to Pierce.

While I drove towards the red circle, through the rural highway that was accompanied by cows and sugar cane fields, I recapped everything Pierce had told me.

Power. Destiny. Honor. Only one of those things were accurate.

He didn't seem to understand that I wasn't doing this for power. As good as it sounded to watch a god crumple at my feet with his heart in my hand, I wasn't doing it for myself. I was doing it for Dad.

I was doing this for his honor.

And I didn't care what happened after, I didn't care who helped me, and I don't care about anyone but Loki.

I cared about watching the life drain from his face after stabbing him through the heart, just like he did to my Dad.

Teach him and all the other gods who love to slaughter the innocent for fun a very important lesson. Eventually, you're going to kill someone very special to someone very powerful, and you will be trampled under their feet before you can even meaninglessly plead for mercy.

Using the map Pierce gave me, I drove the road directed, and then through a dead end road.

Tall oak trees with moss hanging on them like tinsel shading the bright half moon on the dead end road. Even though October was months ago, I felt the same feeling I had on the 31st.

Crickets filled the empty sound immediately after I stepped out of the car, swinging my bag over my shoulder, along with my sword.

An empty field hid behind two or three trees, and I could see a large, white, private airplane alongside a black SUV.

I looked down to find my pockets, wanting to stick my hand in them, when I caught a glimpse of my mended pants.

My wound was probably already healed by now, due to the craft enhanced soldier drug that's been in my body since I was born. Or at least that's what we assume.

But just because the wound is gone doesn't mean I never bled.

"Glad to see you made it," Pierce greeted, shaking my hand as soon as he saw me creep out from behind the trees.

I snickered. "Barely."

"Like I said, not all of them were on our side," He recalled, gesturing for me to go first on the steps to the plane.

We both sat down on fancy tan plane seats next to a round bar, right across from each other.

My mind could barely comprehend that Alexander Pierce, THE Undersecretary of SHIELD and the World Security Council was helping me.

Which led to many more questions. But to put it simply, why?

"You know, Meredith, you have a higher clearance than the Avengers?" He said, taking a sip from his champagne glass that had just been poured for him, setting it on the table.

"I know," I said, casually. I've been doing this for 13 years, so except for Natasha, I've been at this game longer than any of them. I better be a higher clearance than them. "But, I think you mean had. I quit."

"Well, don't count yourself out yet. If you complete this mission, I think I have other opportunities for you that are less restrictive," Pierce mentioned.

"Hm, well, that depends on what happens up there," I said, playing with the hilt of my sword.

"You'll figure out a way. But... I think you're onto me by now, aren't you?" Pierce said, resting his finger on his jawline.