"(Y/n)."
(Y/n)'s surroundings changed. She was in the Asgard throne room, Loki in front of her.
"(Y/n) you must leave Thor, so that you may come home." Loki begged.
"I can not leave Thor. He must return home. Odin must allow him to return home."
"Fa...
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Chapter 12- Butterfly Effect
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A/n: I meant to upload this yesterday but I didn't have the time before I had to shut my phone off and go to bed. But I saw Infinity War yesterday and I'll be posting my thoughts and storyline ideas after this.
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(Y/n) groaned, sitting up and removing a piece of glass that had embedded itself in her arm. Throwing it to the side she looked to Fury, who had his gun raised.
"I didn't do this Sir Fury," (Y/n) assured, "This explosion originated from someone else somewhere else."
Fury pressed his earpiece, "Hill?"
"Turn up that engine! Number 3 engine is down! Can we get a run in? Talk to me...We lose one more engine, we won't be. Somebody's got to get inside and patch that engine."
"Stark! You copy that?" Fury yelled into his comm.
"I'm on it!"
"Coulson! Initiate official lock down in the detention section then get to the armory! Move out!"
"This was Loki's plan," (Y/n) looked at her bloodied arm with a frown, "He means to bring down your defenses."
A small look of panic crossed over Fury's face before he began to speaker again.
"Then use your ancient power and deal with it."
(Y/n) opened her mouth to correct Fury before deciding against it. She ran from the room, trying to remember the way to Loki's cell. In all this panic her trained mind was blanking.
ROAR!
Mr Banner must have lost control then. She paused in the middle of the hallway, thinking over her options. Help repair the large ship, watch Loki, or help stop the Hulk.
The ship shaking violently again gave her her answer. (Y/n) ran a hand over her face, knowing that whatever choice she made, in this case, fixing the ship, there would be consequences for not picking one or the other. Mine as well pick the one that would help the most people at the moment.
"Why do I feel as though I'll live to regret this?" (Y/n) asked herself as she approached the broken engine.
"Mr. America?" She called, spotting Steve stuck behind a small section of metal as Loki's agents were shooting at him began to shoot at her instead.
(Y/n) raised her hands, creating a shimmering shield around her body. Frowning at the irksome agents she waved her hands, sending them off balance and off of the ship. Fury stated that they were going to be over water, it was a better chance of survival for them.
