I grabbed one of the chairs and slammed it down on the last person. That was the Asgardian training showing through. 
Letting out a breath I shifted back into the business woman I was impersonating first. 
                          
I went to each to each person's computer and took all the files I would need, putting them on a flashdrive. When I was done, I wiped everything from the devices so they wouldn't be able to have anything but what they could remember. And by that point extra SHIELD members would have picked them up and locked them away.
                          
"Sorry about that," I apologized when I picked the phone up again. I casually walked past the guards, closing the door behind me to make it seem like there was still a meeting going on.
                          
"The Tesseract has been taken by your pal Loki. We're starting the Avengers initiative again."
                          
I paused on the sidewalk. The streets of Moscow were bustling, which gave a lot of options for me. Finally, I decided on a red headed woman to shift into and I kept walking.
                          
Loki had taken the Tesseract? I had heard of everything that had happened, about Loki trying to take over Asgard. That I could understand. Because Loki was the youngest, he was constantly pushed aside, and when he had his chance, he took it. But I thought he had died.
                          
I had mourned for him, for my best friend. Now I had to process that he was alive? What had happened to him in between now and what happened on Asgard for that level of corruption?
                          
"Is it going to work this time?" I questioned, shaking my head to clear it of all the thoughts that were floating through it, "The last time you mentioned it, it didn't work at all."
                          
"We'll see. I need you to recruit Steve Rogers."
                          
"I'm in Russia," I scoffed, "Isn't this time sensitive?"
                          
"You two live in the same city so either way he's on your route. Be at the nearest airport in ten minutes," Phil said before hanging up. I sighed, hailing a taxi back to the hotel I was staying at.
                          
I grabbed my go-bag and checked out. Once I had finished at the hotel I hailed another cab to the airport. There, I immediately spotted the Quinjet waiting for me. It was private, nice, and fast, just the way I liked it.
                          
On the jet, I made sure the cockpit door was closed before I transformed into my true, purple self again. Shifting into people took concentration, and being someone else all the time was hard, but I managed well enough. 
                          
I laid back on one of the couches, closing my eyes. So many things had to happen for me to be where I was, but it all worked out perfectly. I was twenty-one, pursuing what I had wanted my entire life.
                          
Over the course of the years, I began understand conflict a bit more. Of course my first battle was very eye opening, but more and more I came to understand that there were those who started conflict, and those who had to end it. And sometimes, to end it, you had to fight. It was a necessary evil.
                          
~*~
                          
On the Quinjet, we made it back to D.C. in three hours instead of the normal eleven. That gave me some extra time to run home and shower, eat, and change. 
After that, I went straight to the gym Steve Rogers frequented, knowing that if anyone were to be up that late at night, it would be him. I had gone through the same thing when I first arrived on Earth after all.