I can feel my throat tighten when my eyes flicker over to Thor and my dearest Songbird. Injured and laying on the floor of the demolished space ship. Asgardians scrambling for safety as I stand before Thanos, a dagger behind my back, my knuckles turning white from the tight grip. My other hand holding the Tesseract up towards Thanos.

"I am your loyal servant…"

I lie, knowing that this will be my doom…