There were all of five people in the entire school that Loki had taken it upon himself to spell with an alarm without their knowledge. Of those five people, Natasha was one. So when she was hit, a sharp sting to the pad of one of Loki's fingers distracted his focus as he yelped. He very nearly takes a direct shot from one of those delightful energy discharges.

"Tasha!" He takes off, leaving the drone without another thought. His goal was to get to another closet or bathroom. Somewhere that he can cast a locator spell, but as he rounds his third unsuccessful hallway, he spots the downed redhead. One of the drones was moving in to collect her. He didn't know where they'd take her, but they would have to literally go through him, first.

Loki didn't slow as he rushed towards her, casting a shield between her and the bot. As soon as the drone locks onto him, its munitions change but Loki doesn't stop as it charges the beam. He slides to her side and as soon as he's close enough, he grabs her arm tugs her into his, lifting her with ease. He's back up and running by the time it fires, taking the discharge to the shoulder as he rounds a corner with a vehement curse in a tongue very much not of the All-Speak. There's another hallway to go before he tumbles into one of the classrooms and shoves a desk up against the door. He gently sets her on the floor, kneeling next to her, his right arm hanging numbly at his side.

"Come on, Tasha..."