Freedom | Avengers Story

Part 7

Their discussion lasts for a while. At this point, I don't think they're talking about me anymore.

"By Gods..." I whisper, sighing as I do so. I slowly pull my head back and lean it against the glass panes behind me, fatigue beginning to appear.

-"Never heard of you, before."

I throw my head forward, the voice pulling me into a shock. Loki sits there, smiling.

"I'm sorry?" I pardon, growing only more confused.

"You're a new face. A new name." He responds, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. Why does he sound like he knows everyone?

Another thing I heard about Loki is that he is highly mischievous. That's his dangerous perk of being a God. Guess his mischief is what threw him in this cage in the first place.

"Where are you from, Freedom?" He questions, his eyes staying glued to mine.

"Olympus." I openly answer. No point trying to hide my true identity.

He whistles, my origin seemingly impressing him.

"You're a God." He confirms.

"So are you." I reply, feeling a small smile growing on my face.

"You're not built like a normal God, though." He adds, throwing me for a loop.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I confer, feeling a fire beginning to lighten inside me. Loki senses my discomfort from his comment and I can sense panic in him.

"Well, it's just, you're so much taller and broader. Your wing span is ridiculously massive. Anyone can figure you're a different kind of God." He explains. His words shake me. I cannot tell if he's being appreciative or analytical. Either way, it makes me feel good about myself - hearing someone admire my appearance.

"Thank you?" I question my answer. Again, I don't know if he's complimenting me or not. But it's better to show some gratitude than to show none at all.

"Say...why'd you save me?" He suddenly brings up. I'm not quite sure how to answer it in a way he'd understand.

"I went through something similar, being killed that way. But it was not for my mistakes. It was for simply...existing." I sulk, realising that the whole presence of my existence was the only reason I was a target for death.

I look up and see Loki's face scrunched up with sympathy. His eyes stare at the ground, wallowing in depth with pain.

I was wrong. He seems to understand after all. He hasn't said anything, but I can read straight through him.

I don't mention it to him, however. I simply let him be. Best not talk about something I'm not obliged to know just yet.

Natasha opens the mechanical glass panes and enters, her voice and footsteps echoing the walls of the cage.

"Come on out, Freedom." She says, wrapping a hand around my arm and helping me off the floor. As we approach the exit, I turn to Loki.

"Pleasure talking to you." I say. He gives me an appreciative look and smiles shortly, before turning back and inducing himself in a shadow of thought.

Me and Natasha leave the cage, and the humans continue to sit around the table. Natasha instructs for me to stand at one end of the table as they announce their decisions. I cannot lie, the atmosphere in this room is making me nervous.

"Freedom, you are under arrest due to the violation of a confidential mission of the Avengers. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Tony begins after a long, hard sigh. I shake my head, indicating no knowledge of a response. He carries on.