"That's why you'll be tracking me," Amy pointed out. "Because that's exactly what may end up happening."

Loki just gave her a bit of a look, because him being displeased tended to end with people dying, but he put the tracer spell on her none the less.

"There," he murmured.

"Thanks," Amy said. She gave him a small kiss. "I have to find my sister. I have to make sure she's safe."

"I understand." Loki made a face. "I don't like it, but I understand."

Amy was quiet for a moment.

"They said the last place they heard from her was the coffee shop," she said. "I'll go there and see what I can find."

"Very well." Loki didn't let her go quite yet, though. He wasn't quite ready to, even though he knew he would be able to find her.

Amy stayed there with him for a few more moments before reluctantly slipping away.

"I need to go," she said. "I need to know Lea is okay."

"Alright. If you leave, of your own will or not, I will come find you." But Loki finally let her go.

"Thank you," Amy said. She gave Loki one more kiss and then headed out to the coffee shop. Time to find out what happened to Lea.

Loki stood by and waited, rather anxiously, to see what would happen. He was hoping Lea was fine and just hiding somewhere, and not taken.

Amy got to the coffee shop and went inside. She didn't draw attention to herself, but she didn't cower and hide, either. If someone from Hydra was after her, they would likely already know where she was. And that was her best bet for finding Lea.

It didn't take long for her to be noticed, and plans were swiftly put into place to get her. Some sedatives were slipped into her next drink, and then a phone call was placed so they could get her outside.

Amy noticed the uptick in activity around her. She couldn't be sure what exactly was happening, so she just tried to be vigilant. She still missed the sedative in her drink, though she didn't miss how quickly it kicked in.

As soon as she was out, a few men got her loaded onto a truck and headed towards the same facility Lea was being kept at.

Amy was partially lucid by the time they got her to the facility. Her Extremis was burning through the sedative quickly, and she was getting more and more alert as they got her out of the truck and into the building.

They managed to get her into a room they had specially prepared for her. They had the research, after all, so they knew what she could do. What they didn't have was a completed version of Extremis.

Amy managed to shake the last of the sedative as they were getting her into the room.

"Where am I?" she asked, looking at them. "Where's my sister?" She didn't ask what they wanted with her; it was obvious that they either wanted her for her x-gene or her Extremis.

Neither of them responded, instead leaving and shutting the door. She'd get her answers soon enough, anyway.

As soon as they left, Amy began exploring the room and testing everything. She tried to reach out to anyone outside the room, but it must have been insulated somehow because she couldn't sense anyone else. Cautiously, she tried to see if she could burn through a wall, but the walls also resisted. Clearly, Hydra knew what they were doing.

It took a while for anyone to come see her, but they did.

"I see you have settled in," the first one said as another, a woman, stood by the door taking notes. "Good. If you cooperate we'll let you see your sister. We need some blood samples and any information you have on your completed Extremis virus."

Amy watched them carefully.

"Let me see my sister, first," she said. "I want to know she's okay before I give you anything."

"If those are your terms, and you agree to cooperate after..." The man raised an eyebrow. Clearly he was going to need her to agree to that first, before he had someone fetch Lea.

"As long as it's reasonable," Amy said. She knew better than to just agree to everything.

"We don't need much," the man said with a nod. He half-turned and nodded to the woman, who slipped out of the room again. "Like I said, mostly we just need your blood."

Amy didn't respond. She was already making mental plans to try to get out of there again. On a whim, she tried to get into the man's head, without success. That definitely made her a bit nervous.