Green Beret | MCU (On Hold)

💣CHAPTER 3💣

Coulson emphasized the importance of having the mic on and the cameras recording, while Troy nodded in agreement as they conversed in the corridor leading to Loki's cell. "In case anything goes wrong, we'll be there," Coulson assured.

"Got it," Troy replied, securing the earpiece in his ear. He then swiftly turned on his heel and headed towards the cell where Loki was being held.

As Troy approached the door that separated him from the cell, he was taken aback to see Nick Fury emerging from it. Fury's face wore its usual stern expression, a look that Troy was all too familiar with. However, there was something different this time, a subtle hint of annoyance that Troy couldn't ignore as Fury drew closer.

With a raised eyebrow, Troy couldn't help but break the silence. "No answers, I presume?" he announced.

Fury simply grunted in response, brushing past Troy without a word. "Just get me my answers," he muttered, his tone filled with urgency.

"Sir, yes sir," Troy mumbled under his breath, acknowledging Fury's command. He continued on his path towards the cell, feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Standing before the doors that led to Loki, he took a deep breath, consciously calming himself. It was crucial for him to remain composed, devoid of any emotions that Loki could exploit.

Troy cleared his mind, focusing solely on the task at hand. His mission was clear - extract answers from Loki. Placing his hand on the scanner, the door slid open, revealing the occupant of the cell.

Loki, unaware of Troy's presence, paced back and forth with an air of anticipation. Sensing an opportunity, Troy ventured further into the room and cleared his throat, causing Loki to halt in his tracks.

A mischievous smile played on Loki's lips as he turned to face Troy, giving him his undivided attention. "Not many people can sneak up on me," he remarked, his voice dripping with intrigue.

Troy approached the railing, drawing closer to the glass cell where Loki stood. "I've heard countless tales about you. The infamous God of Mischief," he stated, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and determination.

"Oh, have you now?" Loki retorted, his tone not so much surprised as it was smug and inquisitive. Internally, Troy couldn't help but roll his eyes at the Norse God's inflated ego.

"Indeed I have," Troy replied, locking eyes with Loki, fully aware that it was time to engage in their mental chess match. "And you, Loki, I must say, I admire you. Truly. You don't receive nearly enough recognition."

"Not enough recognition, you say?"

Troy maintained his unwavering gaze, casually shrugging his shoulders. "Absolutely. It takes immense courage to defy a King, let alone your own father-"

"He's not my father," Loki interjected, his anger and a hint of denial seeping through. Troy simply nodded, undeterred, as he continued his mind games...

"Right, right. Just the man who raised you then. You managed to go quite far before getting captured." Troy carried on while Loki stared at him, his clenched jaw and body language resembling that of a snake: sleek, vigilant, and poised to strike at any moment. "But, if I may be honest, I'm a bit perplexed." Troy furrowed his brows, pretending to ponder. "How can a God, so intelligent...so cunning, end up in this situation?" Loki's facial expression shifted slightly from anger to surprise. "Don't get me wrong, what you've done is incredibly audacious, but even I would have expected you to have a backup plan."

"I do," Loki responded, ready to boast. "I'm one step ahead of your assumptions."

Troy raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What does that mean?"

A sly smirk spread across Loki's face, his gaze growing darker as he attempted to manipulate Troy. Little did he know, Troy was playing the same game. "Tell me, have you ever done something to achieve a greater goal? Something that could be seen as tragic? Something that fills you with regret and makes you wish you could turn back time? I know all about you, Troy Kemp." Loki's voice dripped with anger and excitement, exactly what Troy desired. But how did Loki know so much about him? "The sacrifices you've made, the challenges you've overcome... they've all resulted in bloodshed. You have more blood on your hands than even Agent Romanoff, and you're drawn to it. The blood of your former team, Delta 6. And because of that, I see you for who you truly are."

Troy winced internally as his old team was mentioned, the team he had let down. But he knew he couldn't let Loki see his emotions, the turmoil brewing inside him. He had to stay focused on his mission. With determination, he played along, refusing to let Loki have the satisfaction. "And what am I exactly?" Troy challenged.

Loki hissed like a snake, his words dripping with venom. "A monster, a heartless soldier who has lost touch with humanity. We're not so different, you know. I'm already one step ahead." 

Troy smirked, ready to strike back. "Firstly, we are completely different because I don't have any daddy issues, my father's dead. And secondly, if you're really ahead of the game, how did you manage to get caught? Your brother would have found a way out by now." 

Those words hit Loki right where it hurt. It was exactly what Troy had hoped for.

"He is not my brother!" Loki hissed, his fury evident as he pointed aggressively at Troy. "That blubbering fool wouldn't have made it as far as I have. And yet they expect him to be King." 

Troy couldn't help but taunt him further. "Well, he's tactically skilled, intelligent, and actually a decent person... everything you're not. Thor would have had a plan to escape by now."

"And I don't?" Loki muttered to himself, his determination evident. ""I will bring Midgard to its knees! I will restore order through fear. I will unleash the monstrosity you have amongst you."

"Monster?" Troy feigned fear, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yes," Loki replied, stepping closer to the glass. "The furious beast that believes itself safe."

There it was, his grand plan laid bare.

"So, that's your brilliant strategy?" Troy smirked.

Loki's expression wavered, a mix of confusion and surprise washing over his face as he gazed at Troy. Little did he know, his carefully crafted plan had been unintentionally exposed. "What?"

Without uttering a word, Troy raised a hand to his ear, signaling that he needed to communicate through his earpiece. "Loki intends to unleash the Hulk. Make sure Dr. Banner stays in the lab. I'm on my way. And send Thor too," he relayed swiftly. Troy then turned on his heels, heading towards the exit. However, he halted in his tracks upon hearing a faint chuckle emanating from Loki, who stood behind him.

"You deceived me," Loki's voice reverberated, prompting Troy to pivot and flash a mischievous grin.

"I outsmarted you in your own game. Perhaps I could be the next God of Mischief, what do you think?" Troy playfully taunted, only to be met with a menacing glare in return. "Well then, I must be on my way. Um... thank you for your cooperation," he added, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

With a mischievous smirk firmly in place, he swiftly made his way to the lab, leaving behind a seething God in his wake.

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