Chapter Eight
It was two mornings after meeting Nick Fury. Every morning so far, Tony and I met up at a café and spent the entire day there. It was nice to actually have a friend since I moved to New York. Tony may have been 'protecting' me, but it was nice. He listened and made a lot of sarcastic remarks, but he listened.
The thought of Loki being a 'good guy' underneath still plagued my mind.
I was just getting up and going to get ready when it happened. That day, Tony was supposed to meet me at my apartment. I just walked out of the bathroom after getting changed when there was a knock at the door. I was about to open it, thinking it was Tony, but instead it was busted open.
"FREEZE! WE'RE THE FREAKING COPS!" I brought a hand to shield my eyes from their flashlights. There was two cops and they charged in, and both grabbed one of my arms.
"Are you Alex Heart?" One asked.
"Depends... why?" I replied with a smirk.
"Just answer the question, Miss." The other said. The two were dragging me out of my apartment on my heels, and towards the elevator. These guys must be idiots, I thought as they dragged me.
"Yeah, I'm Alex Heart, and why the hell did you bust into my apartment?" I said trying to stand as they dragged me, "Just wondering."
They stopped, and one grabbed both my hands and I could hear the sounds of metal clasping around my wrists. Handcuffs. Awesome.
Once I was cuffed they pushed me towards the elevator. People were opening their doors and staring at what was happening. I saw Christina and she mouthed 'What's going on?'
"Don't know, these idiots won't tell me." I whispered as I passed her. I rolled my eyes and kept walking when one of the cops nudged me with his flashlight. The three of us stepped into the elevator.
We stood in the elevator, me in the middle with my hands cuffed. I felt like a real criminal. Not my favorite moment.
"So," I began, "Why'd you two arrest me?" I said calmly.
One turned towards me, "We have the right to believe you have stolen something from the L-O-K-I News Station-"
I wanted to knock some sense into myself. How didn't I know Loki was up to something?! He made it so obvious, I didn't even realize! And apparently nobody else did either. "I didn't steal anything."
"Other officers found a car in the News Station's name in the garage below." The other cop stated.
"Oh, right, that..." I muttered quietly, "I didn't steal that!" I said louder.
"We just have the right to believe you did, Alex," the first one said, "And then from witnesses, you are to have fallen from a hundred story building-"
"-And lived." The other finished.
"I had a little help from Iron Man." I gave them both a smile. My smiled dropped, "And why would I get arrested for that?! I was pushed out of a window on that godforsaken building!"
"We're just doing our job ma'am."
The elevator stopped and the cops shoved me out. "God..." I muttered under my breath. They dragged me outside, I was expecting an NYPD squad car, but there was none in sight.
"Get in the basket." I turned to see what the cops were pointing at.
A bicycle.
I gave a small laugh, "You're kidding, right?"
They both stared at me blankly.
"I'm not getting in the basket. You're insane if you think I will." I raised a brow at the both of them. "You two are the stupidest cops I have ever seen."
They both gave me cold stares, I could feel it through their sunglasses.
"Call a squad car. Or a cab for all I care. Or best yet, how 'bout we just walk to the station!"
The two officers exchanged glances with smug looks on their faces, and I know I shouldn't have said that last option.
***
The two idiot cops and I walked slowly through the crowded- or, was crowded- sidewalk of downtown Manhattan. I was still in handcuffs and the 'cops' were walking on either side of me.
Despite my annoyance of the officers and the humility I brought upon myself, I kept my head held high. People have me strange and terrified stares, they all parted and stopped walking to stare at the three of us. If I wasn't in handcuffs, I would've felt like some sort of celebrity. But then again, from what I've seen, there were celebrities in the same position as myself.
I walked with dignity, I held my head high, it made me feel as if I was in a movie. I let a song play through my head as we walked. I twisted my hands around in the handcuffs due to the cuffs digging into my wrists.
The police station came in sight, not long after we started walking. Personally, the bike-cops looked relieved when they saw the building.
It was small, and looked sort of cramped between two skyscrapers on each side of the station. The officers continued to pull me towards the station, "You guys sure are pushy..." I muttered at them.
"Wouldn't be our job without it." One said, a smirk in his voice.
The two ushered me in the building, and I got a lot of looks from the male officers. Some questioned what I was doing there, being 'adorable.' I rolled my eyes and followed the two who 'arrested' me.
The two led me into the back and into an interrogation room.
"Wait here, someone should be in here soon."
"Like I can go anywhere else." I grumbled when they left.
Oh, and 'soon?' Soon was an understatement.
It took that 'someone' eight/nine hours. I checked by the clock on the wall. About four and a half hours, an officer brought in dinner for me, he also asked if I wanted a cell for the time being.
So I glared at him and asked if he wanted his eye taken out for the time being.
He had then shut up and left.
Then later, the door opened, and in came a FBI looking guy.
It seemed as I might've gotten myself in a lot of trouble. Even though I didn't know what kind of serious trouble I might have done.
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