Sherlock meets the Avengers- A crossing of fandoms

Clue from an unlikely sorce

Loki let out a small groan. He was sore everywhere and his neck was killing him. But his head was the real problem.
"Ugh... my head..." Loki groaned, reaching a hand to his forehead and sitting up, wincing from the shot of pain in his neck. Then it hit him. Moriarty. The chip. Wait, he could control his own body. "Wait, I-I'm in control! I can move on my own!" Loki laughed, until his eyes focused on the room. "Where am I...???"
"Loki?" Thor asked in an almost soft voice. Loki's eyes widened in fear.
"Thor!? Don't hurt me! Let me explain! Did he get you to!? Oh no...." Loki gulped, backing up in the bed and holding his hands out with his palms face if his brother in a surrendering and defensive manner.
"Oh thank Odin your awake!" Thor smiled, beaming. He jumped at his brother, causing him to yelp and hold his arms around his head. Loki was expecting to get punched, not a hug.
"B-brother?" Loki questioned, relaxing slightly.
"I'm so glad your ok. MY FRIENDS! LOKI HAS AWOKEN!" Thor boomed, cause ing everyone to come running.
"No no no! please! I won't hurt anyone! Just don't hurt me! Let me explain!" Loki yelped, seeing the avengers and a few others walking into the large room.
"Hey hey hey. Calm down. We aren't going to hurt you, Loki. We know you were being controlled. Bruce and I took the chip out of your head. Moriarty dumped you here pretty beat up. You need to lie down." John stated calmly. He knew how to deal with freaked out patients. He walked over slowly and innocently, lightly guiding the hesitant god back down, laying him down.
"Y-you were at the pool. He made me put you in that bomb coat. I am so sorry. I-" Loki got cut off, he was blabbering and it was driving everyone crazy.
"Hey, it's ok. It wasn't you. You need to stay calm Ok? I know this is strange but I don't want you to hurt yourself or reopen your stitches. I'm going to give you some morphine. It will ease the pain in your neck and anywhere else." John explained. He figured sticking him with a needle right now would do more harm then good, so he used a needle hole in the IV bag and added some morphine to that. Loki must have known what an IV drip was, because he didn't ask.
"Loki, my name is Sherlock Holmes. I am helping with your case, John here is my coligue. I have been told that you somehow have a clue to a case that I have to solve to save a life. I don't know how you have it but we need it." Sherlock stated, useing a soft tone of voice that very few people had ever heard him use.
"I think I recall Moriarty telling me directly. Something about going back to where my end began." Loki gulped. He didn't want to fail anyone again.
"He means where he first kidnaped you and put that chip in your neck. But bringing you could be giving you back to Moriarty. Loki. Use your magic to show us the exact location you were kidnaped as well as where they put that chip in your neck if you were awake." Sherlock stated, firm and sure.
"I can try. My magic is weak at the moment, a result of my body trying to recover. But I shall do my best." Loki stated, shakily getting up. Thor moved to help his brother, but loki waved him off and stood tall. He mumbled a few incoherent words in a strange language under his breath and opened his eyes. They were burning a bright green and we're incredibly piercing. He waved his hands around a little and then stretched them out as thought he was holding a large round pane of glass. He muttered one more word in a strange toung in an almost yell and a round portal the size of his hands space opened up, showing a field with trees on the edges. There was a sighn on the road on one side of the field.
"Can you get us a closer look at the road sighn there? Please?" Sherlock asked. Loki nodded and he closed his hands almost entirely, bringing them towards eachother over the sighn before spreading them out to the original placement. It was now zoomed in on the sighn. God that was cool. Sherlock read the sighn and his eyes widened. So close. To close.
"That's... that's the field by my home that my brother and I used to play in as children..." Sherlock gulped, stepping back a little.
"You had a childhood?" John laughed, seeing sherlocks face and stopping. "Whats wrong?"
"To far Moriarty. Mycroft almost died in that field right in front of me. An old mine had stuck out of the dirt. He barely saw it before he put his foot down. We threw a rock at it later. It was live. The place was an old mine field. From after the first world War.  The mines were all covered by dirt and grass. He's playing with my emotions." Sherlock explained. Everyone was silent. Sherlock simply cleared his throught.
"Were you awake when they put the chip in your neck?" Sherlock asked, looking at loki. He shook his head and closed the window of magic. He let out a sigh and blinked a few times, the glow in his eyes fading.
"I have never liked that spell." Loki stated, sitting down.
"Ok. We should probubly split up here. The mines will still be live. I don't want loki out of here in case it's a trap. So we'll leave some people here with Loki. That way we have people out looking and people here protecting loki from Moriarty's people. John and Tony,  your with me. I want as few people in a mine field as possible and Tony can scan for mines so nobody blows up. Everyone else, stay here and we will be in contact. Maybe give loki a cat scan to see if something else is wrong." Sherlock stated, figuring he needed to have some control. Everyone simply nodded. Sherlock walked over to the nightstand and pulled out two guns and some amo, placing them in the back of his pants and throwing the extra magazines in his pockets wile John and Tony got themselves ready as well. He was about to leave when he spotted the knife that was still in the wall. He pulled it out and threw it into the other wall.
"We'll take the quin jet. It will only take an hour to get there in the quin jet." Tony stated, leading the detectives into the elevator and clicking the button for the roof. He had the bracelets that alowed the suit to come to him on his wrists. He probubly had a suit on the quin jet. John had put on some of his army cevlar under his clothes, knowing it wouldn't do much againsed a mine. Sherlock was just in his useual clothes with some extra fire power.

Sherlock never thought he would be nervous about a place. He doesn't even get antsy by that hospital he jumped off.  But thinking of going back to that field, the place he hasn't gone since he was ten, just gives him shivers. He hid it well though. Not even John noticed he was worried. They all started looking the second they got out there, only looking away from the ground when they knew they weren't going to blow themselves up. Sherlock was perfectly fine, until he almost fell into the crater. He saw the rim of a hole when he was looking down, watching where he stepped. He looked forward slowly, seeing a large hole. It was the hole. The one from the mine sherlock and Mycroft had thrown a rock at after he almost stepped on it. He could still feel the dirt raining down on his head. Sherlocks eyes widened and he took a couple hurried steps backwards. He scrunched his eyes shut, and when he opened them, he was just a kid again.

"Mycroft! Wait up!" Sherlock laughed, smileing like a hyena.
"This is tag, Sherlock! I'm not supposed to wait up!" Mycroft laughed back. They had just run out of the forest and into the field. Sherlock ended up here with his big brother quite oftin.
"Oh, come on! I'm your little brother! Your supposed to go easy on me!" Sherlock wined through his laughter. He felt so free.
"Not going to happen, little bro- WOAH!" Mycroft yelped, his foot not touching the ground just yet. Sherlock furrowed his brows and ran over.
"What is it, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked, watching as his big brother moved his foot away from where he was going to set it before placing it on the ground.
"I think that's a mine!" Mycroft stated, pointing at the ground. Sherlock stared innocently at it before backing up.
"Ya, it is! You almost stepped on it. Is it live?" Sherlock asked.
"I don't know. I hope not. Hey, let's get realy far away and throw a rock at the button." Mycroft said, looking for rocks and dragging his brother away from the explosive. Sherlock helped gather rocks as well. Once they finaly started to throw them, they had gone through almost all of them before sherlock finaly hit it. The mine blew up, makeing a loud boom and sending dirt fifty feet in the air. The mud and dirt rained down on the screaming brothers, getting stuck in their hair and on their clothes. After the dirt was on the ground again, the brothers started outright sobbing.
"You almost died, Mycroft! You almost blew up!" Sherlock sobbed, grabbing onto his brother and burying his face in his chest.

"Sherlock? Are you ok? You've been stareing at that hole blankly for five muinets now. Your pale! Sherlock, your white as a ghost! What's wrong!?" John asked, getting in front of sherlock and holding his sholders. The detective shook his head to clear it and stared at the doctor. Looking away after a moment.
"That's the hole from the mine that almost blew up my brother." Sherlock gulped rubbing his face and lowering his head.
"Oh my god...Are you alright? Do you need to wait in the quin jet?" John asked, squeezing sherlocks sholder.
"No. I'm fine. It's just a hole. Besides, Moriarty probubly left something only I could find." Sherlock stated firmly, pushing past John and looking down at the hole. He scowled at his cowardice and slid down the side. That was a big mine. Dead center of the hole, there was a note. That is way to easy.

Hello sherlock! Guess what? I want to prove that I'm your biggest fan.
So, I'm gonna take you down memory lane!
Quite the child hood. Why don't we have some fun.
Your case is rather family involved. Guess who just got kidnapped!?
Your mother and father are so sweet. To bad.
I'm guessing you know where to look for clues?
Find them, and the civilian lives.
Enjoy, you know who it is.
-Moriarty!