Who is he? A tall, slim build, dark long hair, truly angelic features, with a devilish smile. Time seemed to stand still in his presence, it felt as if we had known each other for centuries. As if we had crossed paths many moons ago but were separated only to meet again. However our time was cut short, Rogers and Banner had seen me walk towards the lab and followed quickly after; being so distracted I had not even noticed them arrive.
"Seems like our times up" he said with a devilish smile, one that would stay in my mind all night.
Banner grabbed my wrist forcefully(without realizing), the shock of the force broke me out of the trance. Reality rushed in, I knew now that I did not know this man, he was a stranger to me.
"Awe, what happened to your friend? What was his name again, The hulk?" I could feel Banners strength grow with rage, his grip on me tightened. How does he know the hulk? Granted he was notorious on earth. But he was not from here, how could he be?
"Watch yourself" he snapped back angry, but not as you would to an impatient presumptuous stranger. This anger however had a familiarity to it, something you feel between a person who has wronged you. He continued walking away as he noticed that he had been losing his focus and hold on the hulk, the green hue transforming his skin. The fear I felt wash over me, seeing his veins change color.
"Bruce you're hurting me" his grip did not loosen.
"Don't break her, I haven't even had my fun yet" His smirk only deepened, his eyes grew dark. His ability to provoke such an intrusive anger was astonishing. How unfamiliar could he truly be, knowing as much as he did, along with Banners behavior and reaction. He may have been a stranger to me, but there was a history between the two that I had not know before.
"Banner you're hurting me!" It wasn't until Rogers broke us apart that he released my hand. Bruises already forming, just as quickly as his guilt set in. The fear and shame that Dr. Banner feels on a daily basis was already too much for him to bare. So I placed my hand upon his cheek and reassured him I was fine, although I felt as if my wrist had been broken in two different places. Bruce apologized profusely and would have kept on if Tony had not called him over. Once he was out of sight my demeanor dropped, Rogers as well.
"You alright?"
"Who was that?"
"Uhm" Rogers did what was natural to him when he was contemplating decisions. He ran his hand over his face, dragging a finger over his lip as he bit down. If not for our extensive time together anyone would have missed the signs, he was hiding something from me and it was eating away at his conscience.
"Steve" I responded softly, gently grabbing his hand away from his face and holding it in mine. Coming back to reality he placed his hand on my back and we walked to my room, where he then shut my door and sat us on the bed. The room was still, the atmosphere was off, a sense of worry and guilt settled in the air.
"Tony wants to keep you far from this, he wouldn't want me to tell you this, but i think it's important that you know. The man that led the attack on New York was" He seemed nervous, the reason still unknown. I had knew of who led the attack, a God, Laufeyson.
"Loki Laufeyson" his eyes met mine and I placed my uninjured hand on his knee, caressing it reassuringly.
"Odinson"
"What" I chuckled, taken back by his response.
"Loki Odinson is the God of Mischief, price of Asgard, brother to Thor"
"oh... Mischief? Well why is he here?"
"While he was planning his attack he supposedly made a few connections, a couple with Hydra agents. Thor believes he can help, not only does he know some inside info, but he has first hand knowledge and experience with the tesseract. He really is our only lead in finding it, but just because he is being forced to help us does not mean in anyway that he is less dangerous than he may seem. You understand?" I nodded yes and blankly stared at the wall in front of me, so many questions filled my mind. But the most present feeling in the pit of my stomach was a joyful curiosity. But why?
