The Final Initiative

41.

      A/N: I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS.

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"If it's all the same to you... I'll have that drink now"

      Jessi frowned down at the cut and bruised Demi-god who barely had enough strength left to sit up right as he laid surrounded on the stairs of her living room. Her teeth were grit together in frustration as she contemplated using his own scepter to slice him up like salami. Thor stood to her left, with Natasha behind her, and her Father on her right. She carried the scepter tight in her hands, not wanting to let it go since deactivating the portal with it. Her fear was that it'd end up in the wrong hands again.

      "All right. Get him on his feet" Tony was the first to break away from the group, allowing for Thor to come forward and yank Loki up from the ground "We can all stand posing up a storm later. By the way, feel free to clean up" he added, spinning back to Jessi when he realized that she was still holding the scepter "hey kid, let me get that for you" her grip tightening momentarily. He noticed her reaction and rolled his eyes "Come on, give it here, Jes. What do you think I'm gonna do? Mind control you into cleaning your room?" At that familiar comment, she smiled, and handed over the scepter gently "now, go sit down and relax, where I can see you. We got a lot of people coming up here"

      "Okay" she agreed, and went to go sit at one of the bar chairs that wasn't destroyed. She made sure to make eye contact with Loki, and stick her tongue out at him. Tony watched her go sit down, then returned his attention back to the scepter. Jessi hopped up on the chair, clearing off the shattered glass before resting her elbow on the bar table. She sat back and gazed at the Avengers who were all around her. Captain America was talking into the communication link in his ear. Thor was by the stairs attaching the thick cuffs to Loki's wrist.

      "Want a drink, little Stark?" Clint asked. He was behind the bar and preparing himself and Natasha an alcoholic drink, using one of the drink bottles that wasn't destroyed from the confrontation inside of her tower. Clint shook the bottle a bit in his hands.

      Jessi turned slightly on the cushion of the chair to face the Hawk, slouching her shoulders "give me a scotch, I'm starving" she said, having heard her dad say that one time at a party.

      "Um, if you're starving, make yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch because that's a no on the scotch!" Tony called from across the room, not looking up from his work, but being able to hear in full detail. Jessi covered her mouth and laughed quietly to Clint.

"Crunch" the hulk muttered to himself as he stomped by beside the bar.

"Who's gonna take the uhh, magic wand?" Natasha asked, standing near Tony.

"STRIKE team's coming to secure it" Captain Rogers informed.

"So, tiniest Stark" Thor stood beside Jessi, his brother's hand restraints tight in his fingers "How did your first battle go? You know, I had my first battle when I was just about your age" Jessi's face brightened up as he began to tell of his Asguardian story. She leaned forward and listened intently "I road the back of a bilgesnipe across the field-" he motioned with his free hand "towards the foe, and-"

"This again" Loki rolled his eyes back.

"Be quiet!" Thor snapped back.

Just then, the side elevator door slid open swiftly and revealed a number of unfamiliar men dressed in black suits. They must be that STRIKE team that the Captain was talking about earlier. The man in front wearing the tight black t-shirt certainly looked to be quite intimidating.