I Was Not Afraid Then, I'm Not Afraid Now (For Shea)

"But not everything we make even ends up working." Fitz pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. Despite what he said though, things worked out more often than they didn't.

He shifted in his chair to glance back at the god before turning to Coulson, nodding in agreement with Rebecca. "Flying sounds like a good idea. Probably best not to find out how bad Loki's temper is after waking up. ...At least not while he's not somewhere secure."

Phil took a deep breath, kicking Lola into her fly gear as he considered what was going on. Loki was smart, extremely smart. He was planning something, Phil could feel it in his bones. He wouldn't let his agents die like had happened to him.

"I'll secure him," Rebecca shrugged, "he doesn't scare me. At all."

Fitz quickly glanced back at Rebecca with a look of concern. "Not at all? Do- do we even know exactly what he's capable of? It's not like we have a complete history on him or anything..." He said before facing forwards again, shifting nervously. "I'd at least be little worried... for all we know he could be faking being out." he muttered.

"No," she spoke, her eyes forward as she lied right to Fitz's face. She couldn't let anyone see her fear not could she let anyone see her anger. "He's not faking. His breathing's slowed, means he's sleeping."

Fitz simply nodded, not recognising the lie. He let out a sigh of relief however, somewhat glad he hadn't unintentionally helped kill the god, even if he was evil.

Loki stirred slightly, although he was still out of it; seeming as if, like Rebecca said, he was smply sleeping.