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Sharon had never formally met Loki. She had read about him in the papers, been in the blast zone of New York when it all went to hell, but she had been undercover at the time. A face in the crowd. (The part that Sharon played best.) She had fallen into step with Loki on the street. Wondering how the hell he managed to walk around unperturbed. The world was filled with strange things, and the people of this city had been through a lot—she doubted they forgot what had happened in New York all those years ago… but maybe Loki’s face had faded for some of them.

It took him a moment to finally address her. (He had allowed her to follow him a lot further than she would have first thought.) She offered him a smile, warm and like honey before pulling an accent out of her back pocket. “Well now, my name is Jennie, but what’s your name, sugar? And how the hell did ya manage to get so tall?”

There were a few holes still left in the team, emotional and physical, Thor was still not back with them, but there was something to be said about how many of them had resurfaced. There were other cracks in the team, Tony had gotten married. Steve had a layer of exhaustion that had always been familiar — but this time he had been looking at her, a question in his eyes. Was she staying or was she leaving? Was her attendance temporary? He was tired of getting left. And Natasha understood that. (She couldn’t promise that she’d never leave again, but she understood his frustration.)

Others had shown up in her absence. People who she thought would never grace this side of the universe again, and yet, here they were. “Loki.” It had been years since his name had crossed her lips. And just about as long since she had seen him in person. The last she had seen him, Thor was taking him back to Asgard, gagged. Personally, she would have stitched his mouth shut by hand. But Natasha always favored the stories written by humans than the reality given to them by the Asgardians. “New Year, new you?” She questioned, watching him at a natural distance. Much like the one she had with him when he had been trapped in the cage. The same distant look on her face while she tried to puzzle him out. “Or are you still stuck in 2012 and bent on domination?”

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The sentiment was one that she had heard before, and while it probably helped other people, it wasn’t the advice that Rachel needed. Or wanted to hear. She closed her eyes at the idea of leaving because she knew that she had no obligation to stay here — she knew that if she had chosen to leave the second that she found herself stranded here… she could have. She would have hurt everyone around her — or at the very least, she would have hurt Kitty. For being there and then choosing to leave her and forcibly break that connection again.

She doubted that was what this man meant. He was probably talking about where she stood now, but Rachel’s mind was too far wrapped around the people of this place to separate her thoughts from what was looming in her heart. (She had always been too emotional. Always felt things too deeply.) “I know.” Because she did. But her voice was soft, and her gaze didn’t pull up from the ground while she thought about what had been said. “I’m not tied by obligation to do anything.” Finally, she looked up, inhaling deeply as she sorted her own thoughts. “But the idea of being needed — and wanted… it’s not so bad.”

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Having known Loki for quite some time, she had seen him transform through the years. She wasn’t sure what had happened, Zee wasn’t privileged with all the information of the Asgardians, but there was an unmistakable shift in Loki that even a fool could have noticed. But still, he was earthbound again, a place which he had often described with great disgust, but still, Zatanna was intrigued. Why was he there? Why was he staying? 

“Sounds like you have something pressing on your mind, Loki,” Zatanna said simply, stirring her tea as she watched him. “But I agree, though you know me... I’ve never been one for fate or destiny, or whatever plan bullshit that is out there.” Zatanna wanted nothing to do with anything she couldn’t control. The idea that everything she did was predestined? Bullshit. There was a reason that crystal balls were often foggy, a reason that the phrase butterfly effect existed. A single changed action could change the entire future. And if there was an option to give up her free will in order to have a pathed out future — she never would. 

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Daisy was watching the fight intently, two heroes going at it and --- her heart sank. This was what the accords warned against. The very reason they were formed. Heroes did damage beyond measure when they were in their right mind, and when they fought each other? Daisy’s lips parted in awe, trying to track the fight with her eyes but the camera simply couldn’t keep up with the movements. Her desire to follow the fight was still burning inside her when the voice cut through her thoughts. Sacracm dripping with every word, and Daisy’s hands became fists, tight at her side as she looked at the person who spoke. 

Fuck. She recognized him. Loki. The God of Mischief. SHIELD had a few files dedicated to him, and after she became close to Coulson, she had combed through them, trying to find some sort of motivation for him. Some reason to believe that he was simply misguided. She hadn’t found any evidence, but she still hoped. Because hate... there was already so much of it in her heart. So much bitterness and it could only take up so much room. “Two heroes going head to head? Yeah. Pretty tragic,” Daisy said, unable to mask her frustration. “Maybe pretend to be upset by it.”

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There was one thing that was reliable in times like these — people would twist the message and use it to their advantage to gain something. And as far as the anti-mutant protesters went, they were met in the middle by looters and petty criminals who were screaming about mutants and claiming to support the cause as if it were an excuse to do more harm. Seeing a particularly sketchy man heading towards a group of looters, Rogue figured she couldn’t take them all at once, but maybe she could scare one of them straight. 

Walking up behind them, she grabbed them by the collar and pulled him towards her in a quick motion. “Now, I’m gonna give ya one chance t’ tell me a real good story, and if I like it, maybe I won’t kick ya ass for using the strife of my people t’ pad ya pockets.”

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"No - no." Zatanna held up her hand and shook her head adamantly. "You were here too, Loki. You're not pinning all the blame on me." It didn't matter that she knew her body was changing — or that her magic had been weird as of late, she wasn't going to let herself take the sole blame. "All I did was say ezeerf! Which should have just stopped them. Not turn them into ice." She looked at the shards that remained, melting into the ground in front of them. "And you touched him. I'm sure you were trying to be funny but I really think he could have survived if you hadn't tapped him... so..." She side-eyed Loki. "Equal parts, I'd say."