Perfidious (Loki x fem!reader)

Chapter 17 - Willow

"This isn't quite what I was expecting Fury," you say warily.

"That's why you never assume things Y/N. I tell most people to trust their gut you know, everyone but you."

"Okay first of all ouch, and second of all what the fuck- heck, am I meant to do with a baby," you question, completely astounded.

"Keep it away from me."

"She's six Y/N, she's not a baby. Her name is, well actually, I don't know. Her file only had her age and a long series of numbers to identify her."

"Fury," you say, anger in your voice, "I hate kids."

It was true, you were never really fond of children. You always thought maybe, only maybe, you would have one later in life, but 1,000 is way too young to be having a child. Well to you anyway.

"Well you better start loving them, you're the only one that knows how to deal with these kinds of abilities and the history of them. Well other than Loki-"

"I'll stop you right there, I understand not wanting to give the child to Loki, but I'm hardly a much better option."

"Well you can think of her as more of a younger sister if you want. Y/N, she has no family. She was born with the sole purpose of becoming a weapon, so please just cut me some slack here," Fury pleads, as you both stare at the child in the room behind the mirrored glass.

"Oh fine, but she better not get attached to me."

"Y/N, we will be lucky if we can even get her to talk."

You raise your eyebrows at him, and look back to the girl in the room. Now that he mentions it, she does look rather quiet. Fury gestures to the door for you to go in, here goes nothing.

"Hey kid," she looks up at you, and you feel almost bad for her. Damn it, stupid morals.

"So I heard you don't talk a lot," you say softly and pause, seeing if she will respond. Nothing.

"Well, it's seems my informant was correct. Can you tell me your name?"

She stares at you in utter confusion. Wait a minute.

"Give me a second sweetie," you walk back out to Fury.

"Fury, where exactly did you find the girl," you ask him.

"California, and if you're thinking she doesn't speak English, it's because she doesn't speak anything. We tested every single language on the planet, still no response. We think she's deaf or mute, we are planning on giving her a hearing test soon."

"There's no need, it's clearly psychological."

"You think? We had plenty of therapists and psychiatrists in here and they all got nothing."

"Have any of them ever dealt with a child with chlorokinetic powers, with the instruction to kill on demand. Because I don't think they have somehow."

"To be honest, I thought it might be selective mutism. We have seen it before," Fury admits, agreeing with you.

"Alright, I'm going back in."

"Just be careful with her alright?"

"Won't be a problem."

You walk back into the room, and decide to take a different approach. Instead of trying to be as sweet as possible, you're going to treat her completely normal. Just as a regular kid.

"Hey, come on. We're getting ice-cream." she looks at you, slightly taken aback by your upfront attitude.

"Yeah I'm talking to you, now get up ivy slinger," you stare at her and she stands up off the ground, unsure of you. You lean down and grab her hand, bringing her out of the room.