Perfect Liar - Loki

Isolated Company

Her eyes had not yet opened, but she awoke to a sharp ringing in her ears that began to cease with her regaining consciousness.

She acknowledged the unrecognisable solid cold ground that she was laying on, and winded in pain in an attempt to lay on her back rather than her side, she figured she must've damaged her left shoulder to some extent.

What happened?

Finally regaining strength, she brought a hand to her head, furrowing her brow at the aches.

Eventually, light began to deep through Amira's eyelids as the began to open. The sharp white light meant several attempts and blinks were needed to adjust and focus her sight again.

Amira's first sight was the floor, a clean, pale-grey floor, and made it her mission to use the painless arm to prop herself up slightly with it.

Glass.

She looked forward to notice she was in a cylindrical glass container of some kind. The half of the cell-like container in her view gave her no indication of her location or surroundings, so she turned slightly to see the rest, and she wished she had not.

She was met with a sarcastic, far too familiar voice.

"Oh, good. You're awake. Took you long enough."

Closing her eyes with a sigh was her immediate reaction, almost praying it were all a hallucination.

"Trust me, I'm not delighted about this either." Loki replied, which led her to open her eyes once again.

He looked just as he had before, untouched, unharmed, which led her to question, "Why-"

"To spare you the conversation, what happened occured due to my tremendously helpful brother," she noticed a very subtle roll of his eyes at his remark, "knocking you, and the soldier unconscious- him for less time of course, leading to your capture."

Much to his dismay, he had left room for questions.

"You weren't knocked out, I assume, so how come they have you here?"

His voice lowered slightly as he stepped closer, something of a whisper if it were at an ordinary tone and volume, "oh, I intended on being here, for a purpose."

"So they put me with you?"

"Are you forgetting the part where Rogers witnessed you at my side willing to strike him down? Or did you damage that fragile skull on the way down?"

"That was entirely your tactic, your power."

His head tilted to the side at a slight angle, where his hair swung lightly with it, "and do you think he knows that? After you held your hands up in preparation even before I intervened? I merely added the realism to your threat." He held his arms behind his back as he paced the cell, her eyes followed him intently. "So tell me, was it entirely me?"

She stayed silent.

"It was a bold move, I must admit," he stopped and simply looked down to her, "to threaten him with a power you do not even possess. Pathetic- but bold nonetheless, dare I even say smart." He mocked, a demonic grin possessed his face to eradicate any sense of a complementary connotation 'smart' may have.

"You could've left me to deal with him; gotten away." She responded, moreso a question than a statement.

"Indeed." He condescendingly leant forward in an attempt to assert superiority. "But did I, or did I not, just tell you I needed to be here. Consider it not an act of kindness, but rather of sheer pity. If I anticipated that I'd be locked up in here with you, trust me- you would've been left." His tone was harsh, perfectly so to match his stare.