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[Bobbi is tired of being launched from one part of spacetime to another, that's all she's got to say to this situation.

Seriously, there's no reason for this nonsense. She's not being haunted by vengeful ghosts (who are seriously the epitome of the Nice Guy syndrome, what gives?) and she's not in any recent trouble. She's pretty sure, anyway.

So...why the sudden appearance in a heavily forested area? The sound of waves crashing makes her think island, but it's hard to believe they're on Earth when the sky is purple and the leaves on the trees are blue.

Seriously.

H u f f.]

What gives?

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...then again, I guess I could have tried for "somewhere where nothing is trying to kill us."

[ Lesson learned. Loki carefully hops over the alien, careful not to get any extraterrestrial cooties on his boots. He shades his eyes and looks to the sky, which is full of, well, epic badness. ]

Looks like there is an invasion going on.

[ Huh. ]

[She just arches an eyebrow at him, very much trying to be not amused but somewhat amused despite herself.

And sighs.]

You don't say.

[She glances around, frowning, and then points down the street--past a lot of aliens.]

Stark Tower should be this way. Even if Iron Man isn't there, it'll serve as a good vantage point.

[ Loki smiles at her -- and then the air around him shimmers until he is a perfect mockery of the alien Mockingbird had just knocked out. If Bobbi looks down, she will find herself similarly changed, peach skin turned grey. Loki waves his hand down the street. ]

Let us go mingle with our fellows, then.

[She is admittedly surprised by this, having been prepared to have to fight for every inch of the way to their destination.

Instead...

Well, she just shrugs (a weird gesture on the alien) and loots the body of the other, taking his odd gun.]

I like this plan better. [That's about as close to "good job" as she's willing to give Loki.

AND ONWARDS DOWN THE STREET as the battle rages around them.]

[ He throws her a grin, which is downright creepy considering the face he is wearing at the moment, and strides on down the street, occasionally chatting the aliens they pass. ]

Nice shot! -- Oh, yes, rawr, weak Earthlings. Grr, argh, destroy. -- Fancy blaster belt you got there. Very slimming!

[dear god loki you're going to blow their cover so badly--

Thankfully, the aliens seem more focused on causing as much destruction as possible than worrying about them. Judging by the occasional flash of armor she sees, she suspects the Avengers are, in fact, on it.

(She sees an arrow once too, but just sets her teeth and keeps walking. If this is an alternate universe Clint, they don't want to meet anyway.)

And finally, finally, they make it to Stark Tower. She sighs, uses her authorization code, and--]

Authorization code does not exist.

[.......]

Well, that's vaguely ominous.

[ Though Loki could quite possibly subvert even Tony's security system, he is no longer paying attention to Bobbi. He is looking up into the sky again, but this time his gaze is focused. ]

That jerk is wearing my helmet.

[ Which only gives him a terrible feeling about all of this. Damn it, how many universes did he have to end up in where he was doing stupid shit like killing everyone? ]

[She reluctantly pulls her eyes from where she was hacking Tony's systems (and Stark systems are such a pain to hack--

and blinks.

...]

So he is. Black hair, love of green, horned helmet, check, check, check.

[And she arches an eyebrow at Loki, but doesn't actually look too bothered or angry.]

Feel the need to bring any alien armies to earth lately?

-- there might have been an interdimensional parasite, but that got fixed!

[ Okay, so maybe that was not the best defense in the world, but he was a bit distracted. He quickly waves his hands in front of him. ]

Ignore that. Let's get in the door.

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[...she's not going to forget about that, mister.

But for now she just huffs, returning to her work at hacking, since apparently she's not an avenger in this universe.

or doesn't exist.

Either way, after a moment longer, she manages to get the door open, grabbing his arm and dragging him in.]

Let's go greet your alternate, big bad self, shall we?

We should probably not be aliens for that.

[ Loki lets the illusions drop, trying not to feel disturbed, and certainly not to look it. He remembers the one universe, his own skeleton presiding over that of his brother and mother's --

No. Stop thinking about it. Thinking about it was the way to angst. Angst was the way to whining. Whining was the way to the dark side. ]

Up we go!

[ He quickly made his way to the elevator, false cheer in his voice. ]

[She very clearly senses the falseness of that cheer, giving him a skeptical look, but otherwise remaining silent about that. But she holds onto the alien gun, despite the fact that it hardly fits her current appearance, bracing it on her shoulder in a practiced movement.

Yes, this will work.]

Up we go.

[skeptical looks and all.

AND SO UP THEY GO-- but by the time they get there, Loki and Tony have had their brawl, from the looks of it; the glass is shattered, the penthouse deserted.]

Looks like we missed the party.

[even as she looks around, though, she's keeping a close eye on Loki. He doesn't seem to be taking this universe well, and for some reason, she thinks it's because his alternate self is wreaking havoc--again. It doesn't make much sense at face value, but when she takes into account his reaction when she called him a villain...

...]

So? I expect you won't spill your guts, but it's worth asking. What's wrong?

Wrong?

[ Loki pastes on a completely fake smile, even if inwardly he is cursing overly observant humans. ]

Oh, nothing aside from the being trapped in another dimension thing. And, believe me, I've been in a lot worse dimensions.

[ Except that he can see this dimension going the exact same way. He sees Mjolnir soar through the air, causing his gut to twist. He has no idea who he is rooting for: his brother or his other self. ]

[...yeah she's onto you.

But at the same time, she's not sure why she cares. If Loki is plotting, well--Loki is always plotting. But somehow...this feels more like identity issues than plotting issues.

Hm.]

I'm sure. [She steps out onto the ridiculous terrace, looking out over the city.]

The Avengers clearly have this under control, so why are we even here? [She just props her chin on her hand, leaning out over the railing.

....and it's just a mutter to herself--]

Looking good, Captain America.

It is doubtful anyone would bring me to another dimension to help.

[ Loki goes to rest his elbows on the railing, leaning to peek over himself. The chaos of the battle was an entertaining distraction, at least. ]

Figures that stick-in-the-mud would be around.

[ Pause. ]

I have to approve of that outfit, though. Specially around the backside.

["...is that part of your issue, little boy? That you weren't brought here to help?"

The words are at the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she doesn't speak them. Because still, she doesn't know why she even cares.]

This is my life now. Admiring Captain America's backside with the God of Mischief.

[ah well. She tilts her head, nodding.]

You're right though. It's very flattering.

[scanning now for other avengers.......]

Hey, if he is going to show it off, might as well admire it.

[ Loki squints off into the distance, catching sight of the Hulk and a flash of red he is pretty sure is Iron Man.

His curiosity turns back towards Mockingbird, another avoidance of dealing with the issues at hand. ]

I am surprised you have not hopped off the building and started after aliens yourself.

[pshhhh. She just flicks her hair over her shoulder, tilting her head at him.]

The building didn't accept my access codes, normal and emergency. That means that either I'm not an Avenger in this parallel world, or I don't exist at all.

If another costumed hero shows up in the middle of a battle like this, I wouldn't trust Iron Man to not take potshots at me, just in case.

[shrug. it's really just pure, cold pragmatism. She does want to save people, but here she doesn't have much of a choice.]

Or you just have a different access code.

[ Though he does not truly mind she has not gone off fighting aliens. That would leave him in the awkward position of feeling like he might need to join her.

Being a Young Avenger had had unexpected effects on him. It's obvious even in the way he refers to Hawkeye when he spots him on the roof of a building. ]

That must be Hawkguy over there. Hard to tell when he is not wearing enough purple.

[she hasn't survived this long by not being cautious, loki. It's never just a different access code.

But her eyes flick to the man he's indicating taking in the stance, the costume, the bow.

... ... ...

And she shakes her head, sighing and arching an eyebrow at him.]

One way to test your hypothesis.

[And she neatly jumps onto the railing, springing off of it to take off an alien on one of those neat flying cars--which she then lets crash as she flips onto another building, right in Hawkeye's not-unimpressive-view. There's no universe in which Bobbi exists that Hawkeye would not react to seeing her, of that she's certain--

But in this case, he doesn't--she knows he sees him, she knows, but he just returns back to his job after a look. And she props her hands on her hips, huffing.

Rude, universe. Rude.]

I suppose you are right.

[ Loki has teleported down to the roof with her, looking down over the edge at the smoldering remains of the alien's car.

-- and then he is quickly ducking out of the way of an arrow that goes whizzing over his head. ]

I should have worn blue today --

[...oh. That's a problem. She swings her pole to intercept the next arrow heading towards him, scoffing faintly.]

And now to cement my status as rogue hero not on the side of the good guys...

[But she just grabs his collar, dragging him with her as she jumps off the building--and lands on the top of a food cart, neatly rolling to take the impact. Sorry, Loki.]

[ Loki, on the other hand, crashes ungracefully to the ground. Luckily, he is pretty durable. His mouth definitely has not been injured, because as he pulls himself to his feet it starts flapping again. ]

You did technically just rescue a Young Avenger, you know.

[ Even if the fat she rescued him is super, super weird and he has no idea what to make of it right now. People actually sticking up for him is something he expected of no one but Thor. ]

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[Oh. Bobbi just snorts, letting go of his collar as it's clear he's getting back up with no help from her.]

Let's not test them on technicalities, shall we?

[Especially since it seems their ruckus has attracted company in the form of a bright red and gold suit.

...and she just whistles, murmuring to herself--]

Looking good, Stark.

Hey, Stark! Pose!

[ When the metal-clad man hesitates in the air, hand out but not yet charged, Loki snaps a picture of him with his Starkphone. ]

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