"Now, Now put the gun down there's no need for violence." He stepped towards me and kicked me back, it was an unexpected blow I didn't fall and I went to shoot him once i'd steadied myself but he grabbed my shooting arm and twisted. I gasped in pain. "Just like your father. I guess I'm going to have to do this earlier than expected." A golden glow appeared around him and a scepter was in his hands. A blue object was shining near the end. He pointed it at my heart. "Stop, please." "Begging for your sanity, how human of you." He touched the spear to my chest and I could feel cold seeping through me. Then calmly I returned my gun to its holster and went to my room as if it was the only thing I could do. After Isabella is taken from her foster parents by the infamous Loki seventeen years after the first war in New York she is used by him as his personal slave to take down the Avengers.