Cat Got Your Tongue?

Chapter 5

"I don't like it." Steve announced quietly to the cockpit. 

"Nice of you to share your opinion with the group." Tony's cocky attitude was just about to make me loose my temper.

"Tony." I warned but he took no notice. 

"Would you like to elaborate, Grandpa?" He smirked. I sighed to show my annoyance.

"No one put up that much of a fight and talk so big, only to be taken down my him." Steve said, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at Tony, who scoffed and began defending himself but I cut him off.

"Excuse m-"

"I had a similar feeling, but don't worry. I can contact his brother to come and get him, take him home and our problem will be solved."

"What about you? You look rather spry for an older fellow, what's your thing, pilaties, yoga?" Tony continued to try get under Steves skin.

"Tony!" I snapped a little more forcefully. He shut up right away and walked back over to watch Loki. "I'm sorry about him, it's easier to ignor him then retaliate. It's what I do."

"Hey?!" Tony whined but was ignored.

"It's ok." Steve said and calmed my nerves slightly but they were ruffled up again when thunder sounded.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha mumbled to herself.

"Looks like we don't have to contact anyone." I answered but received puzzled looks form everyone accept Loki. Loki shuddered at the thought and looked down remorsefully.

"What's wrong? Scared of a little lightning?" Steve interrogated him but he didn't know what was coming.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows." He said sadly. Seconds later the jet rumbled and struck, causing the dash board to flash and cry with warnings. Tony assembled his suit and opened the door to address our threat.

"Tony I wouldn't do that if I were you." I tried yelling over the wind. Thor landed on the back side of the jet and pushed Tony over, only to grab Loki by the throat and fly out of the plain. Tony stood back up and readied to fly after him but was stopped by Steve.

"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" He yelled to we could hear him.

"I have a plan: attack!" He barely spared one glance back at us before following the two gods. Steve grabbed a parachute and secured it round his waist.

"You might wanna sit this one out Captain." Natasha tried to excuse him.

"I don't see how I can." He told us.

"These people are dangerous, they come from legend. Their practically Gods." I tried now.

"There's only one God ma'am. And he sure as hell doesn't look like that." He said before jumping out the quin jet.

"Ugh for fuck sake." I transferred the pilot controls to Nat and stood up. "Hold that for me." I said before teleporting down the the ground. I hand cuffed Loki and left him up on the rock. "You know, your nothing like your brother." I said before teleporting down to the men who happened to be fighting. I tapped into their minds and changed the scene. Wonderland. I thought. Pushing hallucinations and wonderland into their mind I joined them at the scene. I pulled out a chair and sat down at the tea table. 

Thor, Steve and Tony stood and watched me poor a cup of tea and butter a scone. Tony sighed and sat down across from me, poring him self a cup.

"There are times and places for you to use your little tricks Cheshire. And this is not one of them." Tony said, taking a sip and watching the other two men sit down.

"Cheshire!" Thor boomed. "It's so lovely to see you!" His English accent matched mine perfectly.

"Hello mate, you alright?" I answered, embracing the Englishness.

"Well I'm quite fine thank you, and you?" He asked me.

"Yeah, just lovely. Now darling, if you care to tell me, why is your brother threatening their planet?" I asked biting my scone.

"He heard about the experimentation on the tesseract and couldn't help himself. You know what he's like." Thor said leaning back in his chair. I had the head of the table, like always, but Thor sat a couple seats down form me.

"Christ almighty, why can't we be left alone for five minutes, really?" I mumbled to myself.

"You know this guy too?" Steve asked, bewildered. 

"Yes Steve. Now anyway, we need to get the God of Mischief and get him home." I said, standing up. I clapped my hands twice before the scene returned to normal, making the men fall to the ground when the chairs disappeared.

"You know I hate when you do that!" Tony grumbled but it was ignored.

Sorry petal, not edited. Couldn't be arsed. Fun fact: I actually am English. From a little town called Newcastle in the North East. Don't actually have a propped English accent though, it's Geordie. Google it. But just to let you know, I'm one hundred percent a toon lass!!! TOON TOON BLACK N WHITE ARMY!!!

-Amy X