There's a Mirror On the Wall

*throws hands in air and screeches*

Fucking travel times and cinematic conceits and where the fuck was the fucking helicarrier when they got word of Loki in Stuttgart? They already had to be over the eastern part of the Atlantic, at least, or over Europe or Africa. Or Loki waited for several hours after being spotted for them to show up.

I mean, I wouldn't put it past Loki to wait for his desired audience. But cooling his heels all day just doesn't feel right.

*hits canon with a sledgehammer again* Fuck it. I have my numbers for what I want to do, and I'll adjust the movements of SHIELD and etc around Loki and Tony and Ivan.

(Am I well on my way to having another piece of One Night In Moscow done over the weekend? Probably.)

Goldeneye/MCU crossover, Alec Trevelyan and Natasha Romanov (Natalia Romanova) just post the end of the movie. Backstory is that Bond betrayed Alec and left him in Ourumov's hands, and Alec ended up with some knockoff serum which is why he's not dead.

(There's a lot to the Bond side of this AU I haven't bothered with exploring as yet, because the main drive of what I'm working on is Alec collects himself a Natalia and Yasha and I may potentially have him collect a Tony because silly Sims3 inspiration, and how that all effects the MCU. Especially since I doubt M is going to play nice with SHIELD and Nick Fury once things start happening.)

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"Your little British spy friend is annoying, Alec." Natalia's voice is a cool balm to the rage that's not entirely burned itself out. Ourumov is dead, his little friend who'd tortured Alec is dead. Bond, however, is not.

"James always has been." Alec keeps his eyes closed, taking stock of his injuries. Half-healed burns, bones set but not fully knitted. The ragged cuts and punctures from the damned radio antenna neatly stitched as they can be, but they'll scar. Like the burns will. "Does he think I'm dead again?"

"Unless you're planning to flaunt your continued existance to him, yes." Natalia shifts slightly, deliberately letting him hear the rustle of fabric and faint creak of leather. "Do you really think MI6 will take the bait?"

"If M has half the intelligence I think she does, she will." It had been useful to have someone Bond wasn't aware of, to let him slip the information into places where it would be found while he played the petty thief. He needs more than Janus ever had to get their soldier, their Yasha out of the hands of the bastards who took him.