The Disgraced Avenger (An Avengers Fanfic) [Completed] #1

Back at SHIELD *

There was one word to describe the situation at SHIELD; Frantic.

Fury, clothed in his normal, and rather intimidating leather black, was standing over the crew of the helicarrier. Top priority had become to find Trickery's daughter. Even to the point of re-launching the helicarrier. With such a powerful asset in Loki's hands, he practically had the Tesseract back in his hands.

Bruce, with bags carved underneath his eyes, paced back and forth. With every pass, worries increased that he might succumb to the Hulk. He'd taken a small amount of sedatives that had the same effect on the Hulk as painkillers did to broken nerves.  He ran another hand through his salt and pepper hair. No one would admit the presence of tears upon his face.

The slow murmur of conversation rose and fell as the crew worked. Bruce had received an alert from his (non-Stark, much to Tony's distaste) phone, and had left to attend to it. It would probably be another energy surge alert. Most likely a dud.

Natasha sat, her face appeared emotionless. However, only those who knew her well, could see the worry behind the façade. Her hands clenched and unclenched often. Sometimes she would use a shaky hand to tuck her hair away from her face. When that wasn't enough, she would walk between the workers. Noting how their progress went. Even the Galaga man stopped playing with his new obsession of Pac Man to focus or perhaps it was the glare Nat sent him.

Clint was thumbing through his arrows. Sometimes he would pull them out and inspect them. If the inspection failed he would clean them. Natasha knew from previous experience that it was a sign of worry. Only Clint knew truly was Loki was capable of. Capable of manipulation to its highest extent. He was the god of Mischief and Trickery. But would he discard that for his daughter? Loki was wrapped up so much in his own lies that it was hard to tell.

Thor was constantly beaming off to Asgard every few hours. Receiving updates from Heidmall, usually that nothing had changed. He nodded goodbye to his Midgardian friends and allies, then was off, his red cape sweeping behind him.

Tony stood against the wall. Occasionally shaking and whispering to himself when no one was looking. When eyes would drift towards to him, he would make sarcastic remarks. Mostly about Becky forgetting to take his phone. Clint facepalmed at one point, saying that she was kidnapped. How was she going to grab the phone? Tony sniffed and replied that it would've made the whose process easier. And that's what she should've thought about.

Steve, alike the others, was worried for Becky. However it was a tactical worry, what could Loki do with her? Was she under his control? Where was she? Was she safe? Occasionally he would take breaks to release his worry in the gym. He always returned quickly though, knowing the Bridge was where the info would come first.

He wouldn't realise how wrong he was.

"I think I found her!" Bruce cried, entering the Bridge.

"I have a location!" Thor cried entering through the another door.

All the Avengers stood, at the ready.

"You first," Bruce said and gestured Thor forwards.

"She is in a place called the Caribbean, South of our position,"

"I got a more specific place. There was an energy surge that matches Becky's when she summons the energy to teleport. The place is called the Leeward Antilles, there was no other energy response to it, so I'm assuming her teleport was interrupted,"

"You said that she described the island as cold, there was no sand, only pebbles. I might not know much about the Caribbean, but that doesn't sound like it." Steve said, his brow creasing in thought.

"Loki could be causing an illusion, he probably would've known that she would find a way to contact us eventually. He probably manipulated the area a bit to throw us off," Natasha said strategically.

"Makes sense," Bruce muttered, retreating to his thoughts.

Nick turned to the crew present, "Re-direct all locations and search plots to Leeward Antilles,"

Agent Hills relayed the command to the crew.

"Why aren't we flying towards the Caribbean?" Bruce whispered to Nastasha.

"What if Loki teleports somewhere else? It may be far away for us in this current position, but it'll be even further in the Caribbean," she replied.

"Sir, we have a location," an agent reported.

"Set a jet for the location, Avengers, you're up,"

As everyone exited, Natasha stopped Bruce.

"You should stay here," Natasha said gently to Bruce, before he could object she said, "don't worry, we'll get her back. I promise,"

Defeated. Bruce fell back into his chair.

Stay safe, Becky, we're coming for you.

Question of the Day: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

Me: I'd like to go to New Zealand, it's looks like somewhere that I'd like to live. Peaceful, cold, rolling hills etc.

Update: I went to New Zealand, and it was exactly how I imagined, Piction is beautiful, it's the climate of Canada with some of Australia's nature.

HULK SMASH!