Chapter 31

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 When you came out of the visions, you bandaged the wound and cleaned up all traces of the blood as fast as you could, before someone decided to check on you. You were glad it was winter and you could hide the new wound under sleeves without question. You had to be careful not to rouse the team's suspicions. They would stop you if they found out what you were up to. You didn't blame them that they would stop you, but that didn't mean you would let them do it. So you let them see you moping and mourning around the tower while you plotted and planned, and made sure you showed up for meals. You couldn't risk giving them a reason to come looking for you. They were concerned and kept trying to reassure you, of course, but you showed up enough that they thought you were doing ok while waiting for news.

The rest of the time you spent sneaking around the tower collecting supplies in bits and pieces. It was two days of work collecting the supplies, then hiding your backpack full of them in the bushes by the Bifrost circle. At the end of the second day you sent a text to Fury, warning him that you would need his help for Plan Z soon and not to tell the team. They wouldn't understand. He wouldn't betray your secret, since he was the one who had set Plan Z in the first place.

The entire third day you spent fretting and waiting for the signals that the time had come. You knew it was time when you saw a pair of jets following a shape that looked remarkably like Ironman fly past the windows.

You slipped down to the Bifrost circle to wait for Thor to return. You needed his help to get to Asgard. You collected your bag of supplies and slung it on your back, settling in to wait.

It wasn't long before the Bifrost opened and Thor stepped through. Alone. You bit back tears that he was alone. You had known it was coming and you didn't have time for them. You had to hurry before the others came down to investigate. They would have seen the Bifrost open.

You stepped out in front of Thor, drawing his attention to you. "Lady Y/N," he greeted you. His tone and expression were both filled with nothing but pain and sorrow. He opened his mouth to start to explain, but saw your expression and stopped. "You saw," he accused. You nodded and watched him look you over, taking in your combat boots, the bag on your back, and the dagger strapped to your side. "You can't save him from justice, or Father's verdict," Thor told you softly.

"Don't get in my way, Thor," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. He would hear you. You had also known you had to get to him before he made it back in the tower and put his comm device back in his ear. Everyone wore them all of the time since they found out the devices worked against your powers. Thor didn't wear his to Asgard where they didn't work anyway.

"I can't help you. I promised Loki-"

"Thor. Don't make me hurt you. I'm going to get him back. He doesn't deserve that punishment and you damn well know it," you told him firmly.

"No, Lady,"

You sighed and steeled your concentration and focus, pooling your power. "I'm sorry," you whispered. You did feel really bad for this, for hurting and betraying him, but there weren't any better options. Not when he refused to help. "Tell me how to get to Loki when I get to Asgard," you threw your powers of persuasion behind the words, drowning Thor in your power. You'd learned a lot more over about how your powers worked over the last couple of years. Thor fought and he fought hard, but even his Asgardian resistance couldn't hold you at bay for long and he told you exactly how to get from the Bifrost to the dungeons and the best way to get there seen by as few people as possible. You saw him fighting the compulsions as his words slowed.

"Sleep," you ordered the second he stopped talking. He would have stopped you if you didn't knock him out before he could; and you had to hurry, the others would be here at any moment since Thor hadn't come inside yet. Thor dropped like a stone. "Sorry," you murmured again.

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