Chapter 8

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We are all stood around a monitor in the briefing room. As it grows black from the ending of the interrogation between Loki and Nick Furry. Thor standing behind me looking away, unable to look at his brother. The group in complete silence, my hand covering my mouth in disbelief.

"Well he seems like a lot of fun at parties." Sam says slyly, breaking the silence. Making me jump a bit. Steve gives him a stern look, quieting him instantly. "Thor, Havana. Why would he be doing this? What is his motives?" Steve questions. I continue to stare at the black screen, replaying all of l had just seen. The God of Mischief had taken over and he was no longer the man i knew. An unrecognizable monster.

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is like a bag full of cats on acid, you can smell crazy on him." I snap my head to him, fire in my eyes. "How dare you. You of all people to judge him for an indiscretion. Do you want to bring up the last time you were in New York? Or should i say, HE was." I scold Bruce. Playing images of his and Hulk's last visit. Causing him to avoid my gaze.

Thor by my side, i feel his anger radiating from him like heat from the sun. "Have care how you speak. Loki seems beyond reason but he is my brother, of Asgard." Thor says sternly. "He killed 80 people in two days." Natasha retorts.

"He's adopted." Thor counters.

"That is no matter. Loki does not use such violence, this is not the man we know. He must be being controlled or forced to this." I implore. Thor agrees and the lot of them start talking about why they have taken a man by the name of Eric, and why Loki would need him. I tune them out and walk back to the monitor, watching Loki walk around his glass cell. I watch him pace back and forth, looking anxious but trying not to show it. I look closer noticing he's whispering to himself. I turn on the audio.

"It's all a part of my plan." He said softly. "We have a deal. You will get what you want and this world along with it, and you will—" He stops abruptly. Looking directly into the camera, giving it an immensely frightening smile. I feel a chill go down my spine, and look away from him, shutting the monitor off. "So, you finally decided to join the team, huh?" Furry says to me.

"I didn't join anything. This is a one time thing Nick." I respond emotionless. He scoffs, "So was when the Hulk came to destroy all of New York. Yet here you stand, ready to save it again." I roll my eyes at him. "And I only am here because he asked," I nod at Thor. "Not because of some savior complex the rest of them have."

Just then Bucky and Sam walk out of the briefing room and head down a hallway. Speaking something of boxing. I look back to Furry, "Is there a training room somewhere on this flying boat?" He lets out a small chuckle and points towards the way the boys had went. "Go out that door, three doors on the left." I nod and head the way he pointed. Hearing him tell Natasha it was her turn to work Loki over.

"She'll be safe." I hear an agent saying to Thor. "Thank you. It's no accident Loki taking Erik Selvig; I dread what he plans for him once he's done." I glance at him, seeing images of a brunette woman holding a journal, i hear him refer to her as "Jane Foster" in his thoughts. Who is she? She's pretty, I think to him. He gives me a startled look, eyes wide like a doe in headlights. Knowing that now is not the time i walk away hearing a damnit leave his lips as i walk out the door and down the hall.

I walk into a large room filled agents grappling on floor mats, running on treadmills and a boxing ring. It's there that i find Sam and Bucky sparing. I walk to it, bend over and lean on the ground of it. "Show me what you got metal man! You think you can beat me, lets do this!" Sam says egging Bucky on. Unfazed by his words he lands a few jabs before tucking low and sweeping his legs out from under him, knocking him to the ground. Leaning over top of Sam, James puts his flesh hand around his throat, his metal one reeled back ready to strike. "Yeah, i think i do." He said with a smirk on his face. They both laugh as James stands up putting a hand out to help Sam up.

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