The Sweetest Rose-LokixOC

Chapter 4

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"Sir, she needs to go to Interrogation Room # 3." Banks said, falling into step with Loki as they made their way to the interrogation unit located in the central part of SHIELD's complex.

Cassandra shifted in Loki's arms, conscious of the open back of the short hospital gown she wore and the icy draft billowing against her exposed back. She hoped she had underwear on.

The female officer caught up with them, an offended look on her face. "Sir? Banks don't refer to him as a superior officer! He's not one of us."

Banks scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry, Agent Ross. I spoke out of turn."

Loki smirked clearly enjoying himself at the agents' expense. "Didn't you know? Fury wants to recruit me as an Agent." He explained, turning to face them. "If I go along with his scheme, all of you will have to call me sir."

Agent Ross flushed, her hand dropping to her sidearm. Hatred rippled off the woman in poisonous waves. "Never! You should be executed for what you did to New York and Agent Coulson. How many people died because of your greed and ambition?" She declared vehemently.

Loki tilted his head to the side, expression mockingly thoughtful. "Hmm...you know I really didn't keep track."

"You cold bastard." Agent Ross growled, drawing her gun. The barrel shook as she aimed it at the god. "I should do the world a favor and put a bullet between your eyes."

"Ma'am." Agent Banks interrupted hesitantly, the fluorescent lights in the hall gleaming off his bald head. "I don't think this is wise. The Director is waiting."

Agent Ross ignored her partner.

Danger crackled through the air as Loki and Agent Ross glared at each other. Then the god laughed, a bright happy sound that sent chills down Cassandra's spine.

Loki wore a broad handsome grin, faint lines fanning out from the corners of his eyes. "So, the human wants to play. I'm always up for a game. Better make sure you don't miss, because then it will be my turn."

Ross's finger pulled back on the trigger a fraction, green eyes hard. "You want to play, bastard? You won't like this game because it only ends one way." She pointed at him with the gun. "You dead!"

Cassandra's insides squirmed nervously. She watched the unstable agent and her gun like a hawk afraid the woman would make good on her threat and shoot at Loki, only Cassandra was also in the way.

She glanced up at Loki mentally willing him to shut his trap before he got them both killed. Cassandra hadn't miraculously survived an explosion to die now over something that didn't involve her.

Unfortunately, Loki did not seem to possess telepathy and her prayers went unanswered. Some, god.

"Go ahead. Shoot me." Loki dared the agent, lips peeling back in a vicious sneer. "The bullets won't have any impact."

"But they will on me!" Cassandra interjected in the hopes he remembered she was there.

Loki glanced at her briefly, some of the anger leaking out of his eyes. A strand of dark hair tumbled across his left cheekbone. "This does not concern you."

Cassandra thrashed in his arms, trying to wriggle loose from his solid grip, but the cuffs around her wrists made it difficult to maneuver. "The hell it doesn't! You aren't going to use me as a shield to settle some stupid vendetta with these people."

"It was only a matter of time before one of them turned on me." Loki remarked as if she hadn't spoken, voice low and even. His icy fingers pressed against Cassandra's spine to keep her from bolting. His body shook violently with anger. "I'm the villain after all."