Perfect Liar - Loki

Training

"Selvig." Loki 'greeted' a man with a monotonous tone. Selvig didn't say a word, but instead looked to Loki, then to Amira, asking of who she was without using words.

Loki took this observation, and answered his curiosity, "Clarke. Replacing Barton." Her head darted up into his direction.

He had agreed to it.

After very few introductions to the short-staffed lab, Loki withdrew to a long, white corridor. Tailing him, she caught up quickly, "so you are saying yes."

"It's the logical decision. Tactical."

"Well I'm flattered to be seen as so important," she matched his so frequently used sarcasm, which led him to defend with criticisms.

"Training you to fight will be nothing but an inconvenience."

"With all those in there? I doubt it." She gestured to those in the lab.

"I'm sorry, did you detect a lie?" He asked harshly. No, she didn't. "Then don't doubt me." He carried on, "'Those in there' are inadequate, scientists at generous best. Barton would've trained you if he was not the one you're replacing."

"You're fast to assume I'd do a better job than those people without any training."

"Trust me, the only thing you have going for you is this ability of yours, puts you at an advantage when conversing with the enemy."

The walk had taken them to a singular full door, Loki swung it open to reveal something somewhat replicable of a cheap, plain- yet satisfactory, hotel room.

He gestured for Amira to walk in before him, which she did. He remained stood in the doorway, blocking most of the hallway light with his body.

His emotionless eyes finally made contact with her own, "rest. You'll be up at dawn for your training, you need to be up to standard as fast as possible."

As Loki began to close the door, she raised her voice, "with Barton's absence, who do I seek for training?"

The door stilled, giving her the view of his silhouetted side profile, which altered as he grinned smugly, "the only- and most qualified one here." Before she could get another word in, the door was closed.

-

Of course, she could not rest. How could she?

Her head rested against the cold concrete of the wall whilst she sat cross legged on her mattress. She could hear rain, but could not see it with the lack of windows, so closing her eyes was the next best thing.

Many thoughts passed her mind that night: how did attending one professional event lead her to be sat in a bunker-like base, location unknown, about to work alongside a god?

Perhaps it were her own fault; years over obsessively demanding for something interesting, something that fulfilled her, satisfied her need of power, had finally caught up to her. So was it entirely fair for her to complain?

Moreso, did she even wish to complain? She had what she had wished for; she was not leaving anyone, or anything abandoned besides an apartment and dulling career.