AN: Just so you guys know, the only reason this is getting updated so fast is because I've already posted chapter 5 on Wattpad and I just wanted to get it caught up on here. After around chapter 5 or 6, I wouldn't expect updates to come that fast. :P

The inside of the TARDIS was noticeably calmer than it was the last time they traveled. Yes, though it was still very bumpy and rough, nobody was seriously thrown around. "Where has it taken us?" Loki asked.

"Uh, a year ago, somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. I'm getting massive energy readings though, and... Oh. That's odd." The tapped a small screen hanging off the large column in the center of the TARDIS. "These readings are picking up coordinates from Earth. That is VERY far away. I think sexy is sick..."

"Sexy?"

"TARDIS. Same difference. Right after this, I'll have to move her somewhere to rest. I don't think she's ever done this before." He patted her control board. "Sorry, darling."

The Doctor poked his head out the TARDIS, then quickly pulled it back in and shut it. "Disgusting. Well, I was right. It was in fact a member of the Saurischia. This particular branch is the Chitauri. They call themselves the 'universe's immune system'-More like the 'universe's big red rash.' I can't stand these things."

Though it didn't show, Loki's heart hammered in his chest. A Chitauri warship from one year ago, with random Earth coordinates close by... Now Loki knew why the orbs looked so familiar, and why he had traces of them on himself. He had seen them before, while they prepared for battle on the warship. Chances were that they were currently on the ship while it floated right outside the portal he opened up with the Tesseract, hence the Earth coordinates. TARDIS wasn't messing up, she simply picked up energy traces from the Tesseract. He had to get the Doctor out fast or he was going to be in trouble.

The Doctor held up the piece of psychic paper to Loki. "Let's hope we don't need this," he said as he shoved it in a pocket inside his dark peacoat. "I wonder what's going on around here..."

They both exited the TARDIS cautiously. The room they stepped into was small and dimly lit, with many weapons lined along the wall. On once side of the room was a large window giving a clear view of the vast depths of space, and the other was a massive door with a large, valve-like handle. "Now, just because we have the paper doesn't mean we can strut around wherever we want. We'll still have to be careful."

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Do we really have to do this? I mean, being up here is extremely unnerving." Loki tried to look fearful. However, much like when they first met only a few hours ago, the Doctor saw right through him.

"Come on, a big boy like you can handle it. I-" the Doctor cut himself off as he walked to one side of the room. He peered out the massive window and chuckled. "Ha ha! That's why she's picking up Earth coordinates! Lookie there, Loki! A massive portal, bringing two points in space at the same time together to one open door. But... It's opened from Earth's side." The Doctor pressed a finger to chin. "That's odd. It's only 2012. Humans don't have that technology yet. They're close, but there's definitely something odd going on down there." He scoffed loudly, then clapped his hands together. "What are we doing here? I think we should be over there." He pointed out the window.

Loki walked over to the Doctor. He was gesturing to the streets of New York. His view was slightly obscured by the many Chitauri warriors flying in. "I don't want to go," Loki said quietly. The Doctor threw him a strange glance, but the Jotun was distracted by the sight of the portal.

"My, my, that's an awfully strange pouty-face you're wearing there. Come on, we're going down there." They both walked back to the TARDIS. However, as soon as they were in, Loki rushed over to the control board and sat on it.

"Come on. Can't we go somewhere else?" Loki asked while swinging his legs.

The Doctor walked over to him with his arms folded across his chest. "When I first picked you up, you were desperate to get to Midgard. Now, you're acting childish and sitting on the control board, which makes it unusable to me. What's up?"

"I don't want to go anymore. Not with these lizard things running around."

"You are a horrible liar."

Instead of the expected reaction of confusion, Loki belted out a strangely cold laugh. The Doctor recoiled in surprise. "You're the first to think so. You must think you're so damn special because you can see through a few little white lies." He mimicked the Doctor and folded his arms across his chest. "We're not going to Midgard, not during this time period."

"You weren't in that jail because you attacked anything on Asgard, were you?" the Doctor asked. "And seriously, what's up with the sudden butthurt attitude?"

Loki threw his hands up in the air and slid off the control board. "My own worst trait is failing me! What's the point?! Here, have at it!"

"It's fine. I'll drop you off on Midgard a year from now. I don't think I want to know," the Doctor said as he walked over to the control board. "There's something I need to do there, anyway."

The TARDIS took off with a loud whoosh. Loki didn't have time to be properly surprised by the Doctor's response before they landed in New York. "I need your help for a minute. There's something in one of those rooms over there. The third one on the right. It looks like a big green box. Could you get it for me?"

"Erm... Sure. Thanks for dropping me off," Loki said as he walked over to the room, still slightly confused. The Doctor silently followed him. When Loki stepped into the room he called out, "Doctor, there is no green box."

"I know," the Doctor said from right behind him. Loki whipped around in surprise, but had no time to say anything before the Doctor slammed the door in his face and locked it. "I'll be back in half an hour."

"What?! Doctor, let me out this instant! I demand you release me!" Loki shouted from within the room as he began banging on the door.

The Doctor ignored Loki's cries and exited the TARDIS. Yes, he had taken the TARDIS to New York, but it was still 2012, on the very same date the Chitauri war ship had been hovering right outside the portal. The room he had parked it in had a large nook on the left side of the room facing the windows, not very well hidden, but a decent enough place to hide the TARDIS. He apparently landed in what seemed to be a well-furnished building. There were large windows giving a clear view of New York. Right outside the windows was a large balcony, and on it there was a tall, brooding man. "What do we have here?" the Doctor asked himself as he got closer to the window. The man didn't turn around, so the Doctor got really close to the window.

It wasn't until the man turned to his side a little bit that the Doctor could see his face. "Oh my..." he murmured. The man, dressed in dark green armour and dark black leather, completed with an exaggerated green cape, was none other than Loki himself. He looked very proud, and certainly much healthier than he did when he was locked in the box on Asgard.

This Loki, though still pale and a bit clammy, was nothing like the one he had locked up in his TARDIS. He was... Well, not very healthy, but his ribs weren't visible through his clothing, nor was his slick hair so long and messy it fell past his shoulders. Despite all of the glory the Loki outside shielded himself with, distress and horrors unimaginable were still written on his face, hidden under a thin veil. Whatever cursed Loki now still cursed him, even after all that time he spent locked away.

When Loki almost turned around completely, the Doctor jumped and ran back from the window. He couldn't risk having Loki see him, not yet. He hid in the same, small nook with the TARDIS and watched the events unfold in front of him. It was about then he noticed someone else was also entering the building. He crammed himself in the small place, the view of both him and the phone booth obscured only by a few thin, decorative curtains. While he was shuffling about to make himself comfortable, he saw Loki walk in on his side. One wrong move, one sharp breath, one tiny mistake, and Loki could pull back the curtains and see him.

"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity," Loki darkly crooned.

"Uh, actually, I'm planning to threaten you," the other man said. The Doctor could not place this man's voice, but he was sure it would come to him eventually.

"Heh, you should've left your armour on for that."

"Yeah, it's seen some mileage and you've got the 'glowstick of destiny.' Would you like a drink?"

Loki chuckled lightly. "Stalling me won't change anything."

"No no, threatening. No drink? You sure? I'm havin' one."

"The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?" Loki asked.

"The Avengers." Silence. "That's what we call ourselves. We're sort of like a team. 'Earth's mightiest heroes' type of thing."

"Yes... I've met them."

"Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one. But let's do a head count here: your brother, the demi god-"

The Doctor could hear a faint grunt escape Loki. Brother? That's very interesting...

The other man continued, "A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins and you, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them."

After the list off, the Doctor let out a small "ooh." He knew who he was dealing with now, it was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gang. When Torchwood was still in business, he remembered going through a few files about S.H.I.E.L.D. and their alien encounters. The two used to work closely together, but for whatever reason, the organizations split. The Doctor tried to have as little to do with both of them as he could. Yes, he eventually had Torchwood shut down... Mostly. The parts that worried him, anyway. S.H.I.E.L.D. never did anything to earn a seriously big blip on his evil radar, so he let them be, for the most part. Chances were, S.H.I.E.L.D. probably didn't know that Torchwood was now an extremely small group of people.

"That was the plan," Loki replied.

"Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you." This man sounded very confident of himself. The Doctor liked that.

"I have an army."

"We have a Hulk."

A Hulk?

"I thought the beast had wandered off..."

"You're missing the point. There's no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top." The other man was now clearly agitated. "Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us but it's all on you, because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it."

Powerful, cheesy, extremely dramatic... The Doctor smiled. Nice. These Avengers are doing my job well. However, as cool as they seemed, the Doctor had something a bit more important on his hands. He had to find out what it was they were all going on about. What was it that Loki planned to do? Bring an army?

The Doctor stood up and tried to get back in the TARDIS. He felt he came a few days or so too late to find out what was the reasoning behind all of this. However, he stopped himself immediately the minute he heard loud engines whirring.

"And there's one other person you pissed off. His name was Phil Coulson." He heard a loud blast, followed by Loki's cry of pain and the slamming of something large against the floor. The Doctor didn't dare move again until he heard Loki get up and leave the room. His hand was on the TARDIS door when he was interrupted.

"Doctor?" a strangely proper voice asked. He hesitated, then poke his head out the curtains to see who spoke. The room was completely empty. "Oh, you told me you'd be here tomorrow."

"Who's there?"

"No one, sir. Good luck, though."

"Oooh-kay, that was odd," the Doctor murmured.

When he was back in the TARDIS, he heard Loki had apparently given up on beating the door. He actually pitied him a bit. The Doctor walked up to the room he had locked the Jotun in.

"Loki?"

"Go away."

"I'm sorry. I had to go do something personal." When he heard no reply, he continued, "I have one more errand to run, then I promise you I'll take you to Earth next year, okay?"

"... Fine."

The Doctor walked back over to the control board. He was going to a nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. base yesterday to see what was going on with the Avengers. When the engines began whooshing, he held on to the board for his dear life.

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The S.H.I.E.L.D. base was sleek and perfectly clean. They must have janitors working their poor arses off to keep it this clean, the Doctor thought with a small smile on his face. He strutted through the hall, ignoring the strange glances other agents continuously threw him. Finally, as he expected, two agents stopped him, one male and one female. "Sir, we need to see your identification," the female stated loudly. He suspected it was his lack of proper uniform that kept people looking at him so suspiciously.

The Doctor pulled out his piece of psychic paper and held it to their faces. "Torchwood Specialist, I'm here to ask about the Avengers' role in what is suspected to be extraterrestrial activity."

The two agents looked at each other, then returned their attention back to the Doctor. "Sorry, sir. We'll escort you to the communications center. You'll be able to contact Nick Fury from there, he knows more about the Avengers Initiative." The woman, whose name tag read Clara, leaned over. "Which we know nothing about," she whispered.

The man, George, let out a nervous chuckle. "We don't get many folks from Torchwood here anymore. I thought we would be seeing some more after we collected the Tesseract, but you'd be the first."

"The Tesseract?" The Doctor stopped walking for a second to let it soak in. "What on earth are humans doing with something as powerful as the Tesseract?! That's going to lead up to weapons of mass destruction and horrible wars and..." He trailed off. "Oh dear."

The trio walked into a large room with many panels. There were people typing away at holographic computer screens, completely oblivious to their entry. "George, get Fury on the phone," Clara ordered.

Within the minute, the Doctor was holding a phone up to his ears, waiting for Fury to answer. After a few rings, he finally heard the other man pick up. "Who the hell is thi-"

"The Doctor of Torchwood, I'm calling to ask about both the Avengers and the Tesseract," the Doctor interrupted. "I need to confirm if there is, in fact, extraterrestrial involvement in the Avengers Initiative. Nothing serious, you're not in trouble, we just need to get it on file."

There was an audible huff on the other side of the line. "Your people need to keep your noses out of our business."

"I promise, just answer a few questions, then we'll leave you be."

"Fine. Ask away."

"Alright. Don't feel inclined to answer anything you feel uncomfortable with; I'll just hack into all of your files and get what I need anyway." He heard Fury huff again, but said nothing about it. "So, what exactly are the Avengers, um, avenging?"

"They're our response team to a very recent alien attack. There was a man who came to Earth by using the Tesseract as a portal. He attempted to steal the Tesseract so he could create another portal. We currently have him in custody."

"Who is this man?"

"He says he's Loki of Asgard. He has a brother, Thor, but he is a friendly."

Oh. Oh. Thor was definitely a name he knew. Of course, he'd heard rumors about the golden boy of Asgard, but he had never actually wanted to meet him. But Thor's Aesir and Loki's Jotun..."Right. Do you have any idea why Loki is doing this?"

"Not really. Earlier, Thor mentioned something about it being revenge on him. Are you done asking me questions yet?"

"Just one more. What do you plan to do with the Tesseract?"

"That's classified," Fury answered firmly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Alright. I guess I have no other choice... I'm hacking into your systems."

"Good luck," Fury sarcastically snarled. He swore on the other end, then promptly hung up.

"Hmph. Touchy." The Doctor snapped the phone shut and handed it to George. George was giving him a cautious look, and had one hand on the gun on his belt. "Hey hey, George-ey buddy, I was just joking about the hacking. I was simply trying to get on his nerves. Thanks for putting up with me. You should recieve no more interference from Torchwood in the near future. If you do... Take it up with the head honcho." He winked at the agent.

"Should I escort you to the exit?" George asked, now obviously relieved.

The Doctor smiled. "Nah, I can get there myself. Thanks, anyway." With a wave, he left the room. He kept his sonic screwdriver in hand for whenever he needed it, which would be as soon as he found some remote screen of some sort. He found a small screen displaying the internal temperature of some emergency bunkers below the base. What they were doing in an above ground part of the building, he had no idea, but they would work.

Luckily for the Doctor, the whirring of his screwdriver didn't attract any unwanted attention. This hall remained unusually quiet, not that the Doctor was complaining. Though the information he wanted to access was harder to get to than usual, he eventually managed to pull up some strange files. "Phase 2...?"

What he read next angered him. Of course, typical human stuff! You have an unlimited source of energy, energy you desperately need, and instead of using it to power things you make weapons! So predictable!

He stormed back to the TARDIS. He would have to lie to Loki one last time. When he entered the TARDIS, he immediately walked back to the room Loki was in. "Loki? Still with me?"

"Yes. Let me out now, will you?"

"Sorry... This is becoming far more complicated than I previously thought."

"Take me back to the box."

"... What?"

"My box. My prison. If you're going to leave me locked up here in this room, I might as well be back in that torturous little-"

"No. I'm not taking you back. I promise, I only have one more errand to run."

"Why can't you go ahead and drop me off in the promised time period?"

"Look, I'll explain later, but I seriously need to get this done now."

Without waiting for a reply, the Doctor headed straight back over to the control board and set his coordinates for the same S.H.I.E.L.D. base, but a few days later. He would need to know the progress of this "Phase 2", and if the events that were to take place soon would change anything.

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The base was bustling with activity, busy as ever. Much like his last visit, the Doctor kept receiving many strange glances, but like last time, he simply ignored them. He kept wandering around the base until he found a familiar face.

"Ah, Miss Clara! Just the person I've been looking for," the Doctor said as he held out a hand.

"I thought you said no more interference from Torchwood," she retorted, but accepted his hand shake anyway.

"Sorry about that. I just need to know the current status of the Tesseract. Again, you're not in trouble, we just want to keep tabs on it, and make sure nothing bad happens."

"Then you'll be pleased to hear that it was returned to Asgard, galaxies away from here," Clara replied.

The Doctor let a smile of relief spread wide across his face. "Oh, good. Well, this should be the last you hear of me." He winked, then left. He thought he saw Clara wave, but he ignored it. He had something special in mind.

When he returned to the TARDIS, he went straight back to Loki's room, same as before, though he wasn't expecting Loki to slap him as hard as he did when he unlocked the door. "What took you so long? You swore to me that you would be done within the hour!" Loki demanded.

"Oi! That was completely unecessary. You seem to have forgotten that I had errands to run. I promise we are leaving for 2013 New York right now."

At this point, Loki wasn't quite sure he wanted to be in New York anymore. Sure, he had demanded it earlier, but he was internally conflicted. He would've argued for some other place, but he didn't want to risk being locked in another room while the Doctor ran more "errands." There was one more thing he desperately needed from the Doctor, though. "Does this TARDIS have a bathing room?"

"Yeah. Down the same hall, same side, just a few more doors down. I'm confident in your abilities to find it." The Doctor let out a wheezy chuckle.

"Okay. What about any blades?"

"What do you need those for?"

"Erm... You'll see."

The Doctor wasn't quite sure he wanted to tell Loki he did in fact have blades, which ever kind he wanted. "You mean, like, a knife or a razor? Why am I even asking, I'm not going to give you one."

Loki rolled his eyes. "A knife. I promise, I have no wish to harm you. If I did, then I would have no means of transport, since I do not know how to work this TARDIS." Loki seemed honest enough.

Reluctantly, the Doctor gave him one of his smooth kitchen knives. "Sorry if you were expecting anything fancy."

"No, this will suffice. Thanks. Wait, one more thing, Doctor: Are you experienced in the medical field?"

"Well... I'm no physician..."

"Ugh, nevermind, it's probably nothing."

Instead of asking anymore about the strange request, he simply let Loki be while he went and checked the TARDIS for any signs of sickness, just in case. He figured it would be best to wait until Loki was done before he left. Until then, he seriously thought about everything he had investigated since he found the Jotun.

So, he wanted vengeance on a man that's not even related to him, which ultimately led to an attempt to dominate the world. There's got to be something else to that story, some far more important variables in what was obviously a very complex equation. But... What?

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