Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Aiding the enemy

It wasn't what sherlock said that startled him as much as who.
"JOHN! DOCTOR BANNER! GET IN HERE!" Sherlock yelled before speaking quietly to Tony. "Keep Thor out of here. He won't want to see this." He added.
"What is- oh my god..." John started to ask franticly, stopping in his tracks and cutting himself off in shock at what he saw. John took a small step back.
"Is that?" Bruce asked, takeing a small, unsure step forward.
"Loki." Sherlock stated firmly. Yes, that loki. He was lying on the floor, out cold, blood running down the back of his neck. The walls had words scratched into the wall with a knife, probubly the same knife stabbed into the wall after the words. They read: 'here's your case, you might want to help him. X marks the spot!' Moriarty was not going to make it this time.
"John, Bruce, save him. If he's been being controlled it will be by a chip in the back of the head. The 'x' on the back of his neck will be where it is. The scar Is old. The chip is still in there. Get. It. Out." Sherlock ordered, takeing control.
"You want us to save him!? The most dangerous man in the universe!?" John yelled, pissed and confused.
"Yes. Looking at the age of he initial scar, how old does that look?" Sherlock asked quickly, John cautiously stepped forward and looked at the scar, his eyes widening.
"It- it looks like it's been there for years. It could have been there as long as Loki's first attack. You don't think...?" John gulped, worried.
"I don't think, I know. Moriarty seems to have been in control the entire time. It was all Moriarty. Get. The chip. Out." Sherlock confirmed. John nodded and put on his soldier face, rolling the god over on his stomach and moving his hair out of the way. He was still out cold  so he and Bruce didn't bother with drugs. They were about to cut into Loki's neck to remove the chip when Thor's voice boomed from outside.
"I DEMAND TO SEE MY BROTHER!" Thor yelled, lighting flashing outside. Sherlock took this one before anyone else could, running out of his room.
"Thor! Listen to me. Your brother needs surgery. John and Bruce are doctors and they are going to save him. He is out cold right now. You can see him after they save his life." Sherlock stated firmly, trying to calm the thunder god. Thor lowered his hammer slightly.
"My brother is in there! I must get to him. He is an evil man. I hate to do it, but he must be brought to Asgard!" Thor stated firmly in his overly loud voice.
"Acctualy, he's not evil. The scar on the back of his neck is as old as his first attack. There is a chip there, it's been controlling him. Thor, your brother didn't mean to do a single thing he has done. He is not a bad man." Sherlock explained, stepping back a little when Thor's grip on his hammer loosened. He was wide eyed and his face had fallen, his lips parting just slightly in pure shock. His brother was good.
"Save. My. Brother." Thor growled in a deep voice. His jaw was now clenched and his grip on his hammer was tighter than it needed to be, by a long shot.
"We will. But you have to stay out of the way. We will let you know when you can see him. I promise. Just go sit in the living room with everyone else. Stark, your with us. We need you to figure out what the chip is. Everyone else, living room. Now." Sherlock stated, first talking to Thor, then Tony, then the entire group before walking back into the room with Tony following. The two doctors had cut into the gods neck with a scalpel that was in an advanced med kit that was in every room. They were holding open the wound and looking at the chip. It was still connected.
"I think I can disconnect this without killing him. But we have to be precise." Bruce stated before looking to John and giving a quick nod to continue.

An hour later, the chip was out of the gods head, the two doctors starting to stitch him up. Thor had begun to get antsy again, pacing back and forth outside the door, mumbling things under his breath. Of corse the god of Thunder is impatient. It was only another ten muinets before loki had been bandaged up and set on sherlocks bed. Bruce brought in an IV drip and placed it in the gods arm, figuring he would give him a dose of morphine once he woke up.
"Alright Thor. You can come in. He's still asleep, so be gentle and don't wake him up. Hell either not remember anything of what happened or he will be pretty confused as to why he's in avengers tower. Don't let him get up and call us when he wakes up." Sherlock stated, explaining very carefully before moving aside to let the god in. Thor stepped quietly into the room, eyes instantly landing on the resting loki in sherlocks bed, compleatly egnoring the wrighting on the wall and running to his brother. He moved the hair out of his brothers face gently and looked sorrowfuly at him.  His brother wasn't an evil man. This was something Thor had come to belive over the past few years. He had belived that his brother was evil, deranged. He had honestly thought they would never again be brothers. He would kill whoever did this. If not, he would ensure that they never moved a muscle again in their lives. He. Was. Pissed.
"Who has done such a horrible thing? Who turned my brother againsed himself and those he loves?" Thor questioned in a deep growl.
"You can't go after him, Thor. Not yet. Your brother has a clue that will help us save lives. And we need it. So after we have saved those lives, found Moriarty, and played his little game, then you can put him in a meat grinder for all I care." Sherlock stated, spitting out the last little bit. "But we save lives first." He finnished softly. The god of Thunder seemed to deflate, but he nodded, knowing sherlock was right.
"I mustn't let my anger best me. But I shall not make such promises when I do get to throw that man into one of your 'meat grinders'" Thor stated, almost growling again after that.
"And I won't stop you. Stay with your brother. He'll be freaked out when he wakes up. And probubly very sore. Call us in when he wakes up." Sherlock stated, patting Thor on the sholder and takeing one last glance at loki before walking out the door, leaving it open.

"How's he taking it?" Clint asked, leaning againsed the arm of the couch.
"He's not going to kill Moriarty until there are no civilian lives at stake. When we get there, I gave him permission to throw Moriarty into a meat grinder. God knows he deserves it." Sherlock explained, expecting to get scolded for giving the very litteral Thor permission to throw a man into a meat grinder.
"Anybody going to try and stop him? Cause I think the meat grinder is totaly fair." Tony stated very seriously. Everyone looked around, their eyes eventually landing on Steve.
"What? Just because I'm the 'perfect soldier' doesn't mean I don't know what Moriarty has comeing. Hell, Thor could light him on fire if he wants. He's going to spend eternity burning in it anyway." Steve stated in total honesty.
"Good to know your with us cap." Tony smiled, patting the super soldier on the head, cause ing Steve to turtle his neck and swat Tony's hand away.
"I would help push the douchbag in." Natasha smirked. Thank everything in the universe that Natasha was with the good guys. She would be one hell of a bad guy.
"I, for once, would turn into the Hulk just to push him through." Bruce stated, cause ing everyone to smile. They would have continues thinking of ways to kill the evil genius, if Thor hadn't yelled at the top of his lungs that loki had woken up.