Mockingbird | Loki | 043

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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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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.

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[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.]

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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 --

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[...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.]

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[ 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.

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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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[and bobbi just

facepalms

why. loki why. thankfully, Stark seems effectively halted by these weird actions. and they can hear his metallic voice through the faceplate-- 'weirdass cosplayers'--before he's off again.

She just sighs, not having looked forward to taking on Iron Man.]

Come along, trouble. The last thing we need is to be high profile.

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I win.

[ Loki announces it to the air before tucking his phone away. He starts to follow Bobbi, trusting her knowledge of New York. ]

We should likely get away from this entire city, unless you feel like hitting up the Avengers afterwards.

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[And she's just...strolling. Honestly, the aliens don't bother her at all; she takes out a few with her polearm, and then a few more with a gun she picks up.

Easy as pie.]

No thanks. I didn't think you'd like that either, considering your brother is a part of said Avengers, and he'll definitely recognize you.

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[ An occasional bolt of power from Loki rids them of any aliens he just feels the need to smite. It is good stress relief, really. ]

Guess meeting your alternate dimensional ex-husband would be even more awkward. That does leave us without allies who might be able to help us get back to our own dimension, however.

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[Huh. It's surprisingly nice to be on the same side of magic for once.

But she isn't going to say so, not wanting to inflate his head. Though her shoulders do stiffen a bit at his comment, and she swings her pole a bit harder than necessary into the head of an alien.

Thwack!.]

...He doesn't even know who I am, so I fail to see how that would be awkward.

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...because of course you do not feel awkwardness.

[ Loki manages to say it without too much sarcasm. ]

We could go bother another superhero group. I could make a few interdimensonal calls. Or we could go to the local library and google it.

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[...wow sassface. See if she saves your butt again. (she will).

But she just rolls her eyes.]

Can't you do that from your phone? If we have to, we can stick around the bug the Avengers after their big fight against aliens brought to Earth by your alternate self and ask them if they'd like to help us find a way to cross dimensions ourselves.

If you think they'd be feeling amenable to the idea.

[she rather thinks not.]

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[ Loki shrugs his shoulders, seriously considering the idea. ]

I am a shapeshifter. I ollie over to another shape and we go back and talk to them. Cap and Thor will think getting us home is an Extremely Honorable Thing To Do. Stark and Banner piss themselves with excitement over getting to do science-y stuff regarding other dimensions.

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[... hm.]

You going to be able to hold it together? Even with your brother and possibly your alternate self there?

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Please. I am the god of illusions and trickery. I might be worried about myself, but...

[ He looks up at the alien filled sky. ]

...to be honest, this plan looks so poorly thought out I am kind of embarrassed.

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[... she just tilts her head, looking at the tiny hole for the aliens to come through, and then all of the dead aliens, and nods.]

So probably not his true endgame, then? Hm.

[She rolls her shoulders a bit, before nodding once, certainly.]

Let's go then, less evil Loki. Hopefully the Avengers will have finished their clean-up by the time we get there.

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[ Less evil Loki. He feels a strange flash of pride at that, one that should not exist. Why did he care how evil or good someone thought he was (aside from Thor, the eternal exception to everything in Loki's life)? Damn it. He personally wanted to blame the Young Avengers and their odd acceptance of him into their fold. ]

Probably not.

[ And, hopefully, another him would not rat him out even if he figured it out. As he walked, his clothing changed until he was wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking like an older teen. His hair got shorter and turned a brown with a hint of red. ]

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[Well, she definitely wouldn't have recognized him if he hadn't transformed in front of her face. She nods approvingly, before pausing and tilting her head.

That's a familiar bow outside of a restaurant.

...A schawarma restaurant.]

Well then. Looks like we're interrupting their victory meal.

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Don't the Avengers give out an ID card you can show off? Signed by Captain America and all that so you are official?

[ Loki looks in the window, where he can see the beaten up group gathered around two tables pushed together, stuffing their faces with schawarma. ]

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Sorry, I must have left that in my other jumpsuit when I stopped being an Avenger.

[seriously, Loki.

Keep up.

But she just rolls her eyes and shoves open the door, walking in fearlessly despite six trigger-happy superheroes staring at her.]

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[ Loki would have kept that card for every moment he might need to prove himself to authorities or get a 10% off discount.

Then again, this is probably why no one ever gave him an Avengers ID card. ]

Hello, fabulous do-gooders. Forgive our interruption of your consumption of delicious Arabic snack food, but we need your help.

[ There is silence at the table as the Avengers stare at the two. Finally, Clint speaks up, eyes on Mockingbird. ]

Didn't I see you during the fight?

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[She just puts a hand on her hip, meeting Clint's eyes with a hint of a challenge. She's never been one to back down, after all.]

We got caught up in it, beat a few aliens. That wasn't part of the plan.

[Bruce looks to more or less be falling asleep, and Steve looks exhausted too, but he puts on his Cap face--though before he can speak, Tony's interrupting.]

C'mon, we just saved the world, what more do you want from us?

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Your little alien extravaganza seems to have opened more than one dimensional hole, but if you would rather not deal with that, it's your prerogative.

[ Loki has no proof the alien invasion had anything to do with Bobbi and his arrival (in fact, he is pretty sure it has nothing to do with it at all) but it has the intended effect of making the Avengers start to look a little more alive. Steve especially looks concerned. ]

What are you talking about?