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rose-gold-romantic · 6 years ago

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Whatever It Takes: Chapter Nine

A Loki x Reader based in the Tesseract fic universe! Avengers: Infinity War follow-up fic. Next in the Tesseract fic series. Links to Tesseract, Lokasenna, What Heroes Do, and Fidelity. Also to my AU Feel You.

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Just a forewarning, this one has a major POV shift from the past entries, since Reader was Dusted at the end of Fidelity! Keeping with my recent trend in fic titles, it’s named after a track on the official soundtrack. I also constantly watch this Video, and recommend it to hype you up!

When we arrived back at the Avengers Compound, Tony was already hard at work assembling the Quantum Tunnel that we would need for our “Time Heist”. Bruce and Rocket quickly went to work helping, and its assembly did not take long after they had began.

Thor and I came to take a look at it, and Tony was dragging a cart full of material through the room to the Tunnel.

“Drifting left.” Tony warned, walking around Thor and I. “On the side there, Lebowski. How’s it going, Ratchet?”

“It’s Rocket.” The raccoon insisted as he tightened down some bolts. “Take it easy, you’re only a genius on Earth, pal.”

“Well we’re trying to test this sucker out today, so I want to finish.” Tony prodded in return. “You almost done?”

“Yeah.” Rocket sighed. “Woulda been done earlier if jolly green giant hadn’t ditched to go work on ant-guy’s suit.”

“I hope this works.” I mumbled, not intending anyone to hear me.

“Me too.” Tony agreed.

A few hours later, Barton walked onto the Tunnel’s platform in his Quantum Suit. Most of us had gathered around to watch, but Thor had chosen to remain uninvolved for the time being.

“Clint, now you’re gonna feel a little discombobulated from the chronoshift.” Bruce warned, prepping the tunnel to activate. “Don’t worry about it.”

Clint nodded, taking his place.

“Alright, Clint.” Bruce said, “We’re going in three… two… one!”

A helmet that resembled Scott’s popped into place on Clint’s head, and he promptly disappeared through the tunnel. In a matter of seconds, Clint rematerialized on the glass platform, breathing heavily and laying face down.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Natasha said as she ran to him, assisting him in sitting up. “You okay?”

Barten held up a baseball glove with a small smile. “Yea, it worked. It worked.”

“Now all that’s left is to figure out where and when to get the stones.” Tony laughed.

“Let’s figure that out now.” Steve said, “Everyone, to the conference room.”

We all made our way to the conference room, my brother included. We all took our seats, and the screens above the table showed the images and information that they had about each of the infinity stones. Tony, Steve, and Bruce stood at the front of the table, taking the lead in organizing and planning.

“Okay, so the ‘how’ works. Now we gotta figure out the when and the where.” Steve said. “Almost all of us have had an encounter with at least one of the six infinity stones.”

“Well I’d substitute the word encounter for damn well near been killed by one of the six infinity stones.” Tony proposed sarcastically.

“I haven’t!” Scott pointed out, “I don’t even know what the hell you’re all talking about!”

“Regardless, we only have enough Pym Particles for one round trip each, and these stones have been in a lot of different places throughout history.” Bruce said, gesturing to the images of the stones.

“Our history.” Tony clarified. “So, not a lot of convenient spots to just drop in.”

“Which means we have to pick our targets.” Clint added.

“Correct.” Tony confirmed.

“Let’s start with the Aether.” Steve said. “Thor, Loki, what do you know?”

Thor did not rise from his spot in the corner, sunglasses shading his closed eyes.

“Is he asleep?” Natasha asked.

“No.” Rhodey said rolling his eyes. “I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

I groaned, nudging Thor to wake him, and reminded him of what we had to do.

“Where to start? Umm... The Aether, first, is not a stone, someone called it a stone before. It's more of a... and angry sludge thing, so... someones gonna need to amend that. Here's an interesting story though, many years ago...My grandfather had to hide the stones from the Dark Elves…” Thor wiggled his hands around, and I audibly sighed, closing my eyes. “Wooooh, scary beings. So Jane,” He gestured to the screen as her photo appeared, “Oh, there she is. That's Jane... She's... an old flame of mine... She... she stuck her hand inside a rock this one time... and then the Aether stuck itself inside her... And, she became very, very sick. So I had to take her to Asgard, which is where I'm from. And we had to try and fix her. We were dating at the time, you see. I got to introduce her to my Mother... who's dead…” Thor trailed off, his broken emotions pushing their way through again, “and oh you know, Jane and I aren't even dating anymore, these things happen though you know, nothing last forever,” Tony and I attempted to direct him back to his chair, and he brushed us both off, insisting that he finish his ranting. “I'm not done yet, the only thing permanent in life is impermanence.”

Tony and I finally managed to stop Thor’s continued rambling, Tony suggesting some breakfast for him.

“Awesome.” Tony said, “Eggs?”

“No, I’d like a Bloody Mary, thank you.” Thor grinned, causing me to roll my eyes.

“What I believe my brother meant to say is that the Aether is a volatile stone. It is not always in stone form, as he sort of explained, and in 2013 during my captivity in Odin’s dungeons, his girlfriend Jane Foster became the Aether’s host body, similar to the way that (Y/N) and Danvers host the Space Stone’s power. Jane was kept in Asgard to help her during that time, so it would be best to retrieve the Aether from that time and place since Jane poses no great threat.”

“Perfect.” Tony said, “Thor, Rocket, you guys can get on that. What about the purple one?”

“Can we move into the lounge?” Thor mumbled, “These chairs aren’t very comfortable.”

“Quill said he stole the power stone from Morag.” Rocket said as we all moved to the sofas and chairs.

“Is that a person?” Scott asked, beginning to eat the take-out that Natasha had ordered.

“Morag’s a planet.” Rocket clarified. “Quill was a person.”

“A planet?” Scott asked, excited. “Like in outer space?”

“Oh, look. It’s like a little puppy, all happy and everything.” Rocket said, mocking Lang. “Do you wanna go to space? You wanna go to space, puppy? I’ll take you to space.”

After the meal had been finished, Natasha began writing down notes for our plan.

“Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir.” Nebula said.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked, writing on her notepad.

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence.” Nebula continued. “It’s where… Thanos murdered my sister.”

Natasha wrote down what Nebula had said, and the room remained quiet for a moment.

“Not it.” Scott said, intimidated by Nebula’s description.

“What about the other three?” Steve asked. “When is the best point to grab those?”

“Are we even going to be able to get the Time stone?” Tony asked, “It took a lot to get Strange to give it up five years ago, and that was when people were being attacked right in front of him.”

“I’m not sure.” Steve trailed off.

One by one, people left to get some sleep. Eventually, only Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and myself remained to brainstorm.

“That Time Stone guy…” Natasha began.

“Doctor Strange.” Bruce answered.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?” She asked.

“Neurostuff meets rabbit from a hat.” Tony replied. “Nice place in the village, though.”

“Yeah. Sullivan Street.” Bruce said, “Hmm… Bleeker.”

“Wait, Strange lived in New York?” I asked, sitting upright.

“No, he lived in Toronto.” Tony quipped.

“If we pick the right year, there are three stones in New York.” I said, “Two of them in my posession.”

“Shut the front door!” Bruce exclaimed, sitting up.

“But who goes to get which ones?” Tony asaked, “How do we divvy up the teams?”

“Bruce, you should get the time stone.” I said, “You’ll have the easiest time getting across New York during the battle. Tony and Scott should retrieve the Tesseract. Steve can grab the scepter from the shield agents, and I’ll help him with that if needed. If it turns out that he doesn’t need me, I’ll come assist you and Scott.”

“Do we really have it all planned out now?” Natasha asked, smiling. “We can do this in the morning?”

“It would appear so.” I said, allowing myself a smile.

“Rest up, guys.” Tony said, walking to his room in the Compound. “We’ve got a big day coming up.”

As I walked to my room that night, I couldn’t help smiling. We were so close, so ready to reach out and take what we had been working so hard to achieve. In the morning we would be able to rectify and resolve the past five years of struggle.

My dreams intensified my joy, for the first time in years they might be a possibility. Even in the five years since the snap, my mind had never lost a bit of (Y/N). I could envision her perfectly, from the way her hair fell in her face when she was reading, to the way she would smirk before giving a smart remark. I dreamed of reuniting with her, and for the first time in years, I slept soundly.

In the morning, we all gathered and prepared to complete our mission. We all dressed in our Quantum suits, walking up to the Tunnel platform.

“Alright. We have a plan. Six stones, three teams. One shot.” Steve said as Bruce finished prepping the Tunnel for our trip. “Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends… We lost family… We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, but it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win.”

Tony shot Steve a knowing look, smiling.

“Whatever it takes.” Steve continued. “Good luck.”

“He’s pretty good at that.” Rocket observed.

“Right?” Scott agreed, smiling.

“All right. You heard the man.” Tony said. “Stroke those keys, jolly green.”

“Tractors engaged.” Bruce said.

Rocket gestured to the shrunk Benatar that rested in Clint’s hand. “You promise to bring that back in one piece, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Clint nodded, “Ok. I’ll do my best.”

“As far as promises go, that was pretty lame.” Rocket grumbled.

Natasha smiled to each of us as we stood in our positions. “See you in a minute.”

The countdown began, and we were all sucked into the Quantum tunnel.

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