Stuck in Avengers!

Museum

A/N: I wrote a 3,000 word version of this that took me over two hours to write, and Wattpad deleted it when I tried to insert an image. So if this chapter sucks, it's because I had to write it all over again. I'd just like to say that I'm RATHER FUCKING UPSET

Cyril:

I landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. Clint's arrow was still clutched in my hand, and bits of dried blood flaked off between my fingers. Reaching out, I gripped the cold metal conference table and hauled myself to my feet. Nobody was around, so I took the liberty to pull my mask off and examine the damage. A small hole had been punctured on either side of my suit, but there was no trace of an injury ever happening. With a wave of my hand, I watched as the fabric mended itself.
"Hello? I'm back!" I called out, and footsteps thudded in the hallway.

"Morey, when were you given permission to leave base without any warning? I don't recall giving the okay for you to do that," Fury accused, his arms crossed crossly over his chest.
"I made contact with Loki. Granted, it was accidental contact, but I know where he is going right now, and I got one of Clint's arrows as I present for Natasha. Here you go, Natasha," I said animatedly, handing her the slightly darker than normal arrow. Nat gingerly took it, and stared at it with a puzzled expression.

"Is this blood?" she asked, and I whistled and looked in another direction.

"Cyril, where is Loki going right now?" Steve inquired, trying to divert the conversation back to the task at hand.
"He's going to some sort of art museum for a special event. He needs the eye of some dude to get into some place," I explained. "Don't know the dude, don't know the place. But I would be happy to go to the museum myself and keep an eye on him," I offered, and Fury pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Morey, go with agent Romanoff. You need to give the coordinates for the museum. Steve, you'll be meeting Morey at the museum to apprehend Loki. Natasha, you'll be flying one of the planes." Fury ordered, and I gave an over the top salute.
"Sir yes sir!" I shouted, and was flipped off in return.

-At the Museum 11h00-

I was on my own in the gallery, and was in the process of cradling a champagne flute close to me when I caught sight of Loki. He stood at the top of the stairs and began to descend. His scepter had been manipulated to look like a glowing cane, and I clicked on my com.

"I have Loki in sight. What are my orders?" I asked Romanoff.

"Just keep an eye on him for now. What's he doing right now?" Natasha questioned.

"Walking down the stairs," I observed, and as a man who most likely worked for the museum walked up to Loki, Loki spun the scepter and clocked the man in the jaw with it. "Holy shlit he just wacked some guy with his cane," I whispered, and downed my drink in a gulp. People started to scream as Loki singled out a particular man and slammed him down on some sort of marble artifact.
"Cyril, stop him!" Nat ordered, and I surged forward, making my way through the crowd. Loki had already touched his eye device to the man's face, and I struggled to get past the throng of panicking people. Suddenly, an arrow hit the woman in front of me, and she went down. I froze. Hawkeye was clearly good at multitasking. I do happen to have a healing factor, though... Disregarding my safety, I lunged forward as the man stopped jerking. I have to say, I didn't feel much guilt about not saving him. After all, he wasn't my target. When I reached out for Loki, he glanced at me and let a small smirk slip my way. My fingers ended up closing around nothing. Falling to the floor, I raised myself to my knees and teleported outside to the front of the crowd. Loki appeared a few seconds after me in full armour, scaring the heebie jeebies out of the gallery group. They ran another way, only to be blocked again. Repeat process two more times. There were four Loki's, and I was fairly certain the one at the front was the real one.

"Kneel before me," the clones announced, and when the crowd still tittered with confusion and fear, the Loki at the front slammed his scepter into the ground. "I said...KNEEL!" he roared, startling the crowd into submission. Slowly, we all lowered to the ground. The concrete gritted against my bare knees, and I eased into the more comfortable position of crossed legs. Loki didn't notice me. He started walking forward, and the kneeling people parted like the red sea.

"Is this not simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity that you crave subjugation," he turned and began to walk back to his place at the front. "The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power. For identity. You were made to be ruled," he reached the top of the steps and turned back to us, opening his arms. "In the end, you will always kneel," he finished with a grin.

"Not to men like you!" the old man from the movie stood with a face of sadness and defiance.

"There are no men like me," Loki chuckled.

"There are always men like you," the man accused.

"People, lay your eyes on your elder. Let his words be a lesson to you all," Loki warned as he pointed the scepter at the man. As it began to glow blue, the old man shielded his face. A blast sounded off, and something dropped in front of the man just as the blast made it over. Steve's shield made the blast ricochet back into Loki, knocking him backward against the steps. He was right next to me, and to give a little payback, I reached over and set my hand on his thigh.

"Hello friend I am here," I said monotonously, staring him dead in the eye. After giving me a shocked look, he glared and I fell back to avoid being smashed in the face by the scepter. We both jumped to our feet, and Steve stood by me. Loki sized the two of us up before seemingly backing away in surrender. I stared at him, confused, and was suddenly on the ground fifteen feet away. The wind whooshed out of me, and I lay there, trying to suck in air like a old/broken accordion. Not pretty. Reaching up, I clicked on my com which had been turned off in all the commotion.

"Natasha where are you," I croaked while staggering to my feet. Steve and Loki were busy duking it out. I watched as Steve was knocked downward, and Loki placed the scepter at his helmet.
"Kneel," he hissed, and Steve gritted his teeth.
"Not today!" he grunted, and roundhouse kicked Loki in the head.
"Holy balls," I whispered, just as Natasha responded back to me.

"I'm overhead. Help subdue Loki then get him into the plane," she barked, and I nodded, sprinting over to the men. Suddenly, my com screeched and started blaring rock music.

"What the shit?! Who is this!?" I exclaimed.

"Hey Romanoff, miss me? And by the way sweetie, should you really be wondering who this was?" A voice teased through my com. Steve narrowly avoided a blast from the scepter and was hiding behind his shield when I plowed into Loki. As we fell, the scepter clattered from his hand and his helmet clanged against the ground. I held him down, and fixed my face in a pout.

"Stark, what you just heard was what seems to be our newest recruit, Cyril Morey," Natasha informed him. Tony landed next to Steve and held up his arm which began to glow white.

"Your move, reindeer games," he said, and I looked at Loki.

"I think he's talking about you," I whispered shouted. He rolled his eyes and gave up.