The Young Avengers: Not Kids Anymore [2]

14

April 16th, 2018
-14 days since Peter vanished-

Emma was sitting in the cockpit, with Natasha, although the pilot seemed to be more focused on getting us to the location that Emma gave them -- well Loki gave them. Emma tapped her fingers on her head, she could hear Loki say things.

"So what is in fact the plan?"

Emma rolls her eyes, ignoring the God.

"Come on now, I have a right to know too."

Emma stands up and walks a bit away from the cockpit. She leans her back against the wall in the hall that Steve and Tony ran off in.

"I am going to figure out what this watch does," Emma holds onto it, "And use its power to stop Thanos. Plain and simple."

"Oh why do I have a feeling that is not going to end well."

Emma glances at a window to see Loki's reflection. Its not weird anymore to see the God of Mischief in the reflections anymore. Much like it isn't weird for Emma to hear a voice in her head when no one else did.

"If you don't like it then get out of my head." Emma said.

Emma sees the smirk on Loki's face.

"Mortal, you know I'd love to. I really would."

Emma crosses her arms on her chest as she looks out the window. The blackness and coldness of space just seemed endless.

"I know a lot of people are now counting on me," Emma said, "Peter, Strange, Wanda, Vision, Quill, everyone including you."

Loki's reflection looks his gaze elsewhere. Emma frowns at him and turns her gaze across the room.

"When I alerted to Thor that you first contacted me," She starts, "He was shocked. He told me- us that he witnessed you be killed by Thanos' hand. And yet- here we are talking."

"As much as he threatens, Thanos cannot kill a god like myself."

Emma looks at the reflection, "You faked it? Your death?"

"It was the only way to escape."

Emma frowns, "But you left your brother to die? Did you not care?"

Emma stares at Loki. His expression pained with anger and frustration. Emma sighs and glances away.

"I knew that oaf would survive. He always does."

Emma glanced back at Loki. His expression changed. It seemed of pride, pride of his brother. Emma wasn't quite sure.

"And you're alive. Completely alive. On that planet?" Emma spoke.

"Why of course I am."

Emma smirks, "Good. Because I don't want this to be some weird thing like Star Wars and you suddenly become my Ben Kenobi."