Shattered Silence

Chapter 3

Loki stayed with me the entire night and Barton, like he said he would, came back an hour later. He asked me the same questions and got the same answers as last time: either nothing or the finger. He left again and Loki resumed sitting in front of the glass.

At some point, he fell asleep. I grabbed the pillow off the bed in my cell and laid it down next to me. I pulled the hood of my cloak back up and laid my head down on the pillow before curling up into a ball on the floor.

No blankets and no bed.

That's what I was used to.

The bed was too soft and blankets made me feel trapped and constricted.

As much as I wanted to fight having to sleep, I couldn't any longer and eventually gave in. My eyes fluttered closed and I was met with the constant nightmares of my past.

...

The man smiled maniacally as he approached me.

"You going to tell me now?" He asked, tearing the tape off my mouth.

"Go. To. Hell." I growled through gritted teeth.

The man grabbed my neck tightly and tipped back the chair I was tied to.

"See. That mouth. That mouth is what got you into this mess in the first place." He snarled, lifting up the knife to my face and sliding it down my cheek.

I bit my tongue, not showing him any signs of physical pain as warm blood dripped down my face.

"Maybe, I should do something about it." He spoke, his evil grin returning. "That is, unless you want to tell me what I want to know."

"Fuck off." I choked out.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That's enough from you."

He put the tape back over my mouth and let go of my neck, placing my chair back on all four of its legs. He slammed his fist into my temple before sticking a syringe in my neck.

Everything went black.

...

I woke up to the sound of the cell door opening. I jolted fully awake and sat straight up, reaching for my pistol, which I didn't realize they had taken from the holster on my thigh. I quickly jumped up into a fighting stance as the door opened the rest of the way.

"It's just me." Loki spoke.

He grabbed the tray of food from last night and replaced it with a newer meal before walking out and shutting the door behind him. I watched him as he sat back down in the chair in front of the glass and I cautiously sat back down in my corner, resting my head back against the wall and my elbows on my knees, my hands hanging in the space in between.

Stark walked in with Harley following closely behind.

"No mask now?" He asked. "That's an improvement."

He looked to Loki.

"Take a break, Reindeer Games."

Loki looked to me. I looked up to him with narrowed eyes. He walked out and Stark moved the chair away from the glass.

"So, Robin Hood, why'd you kill those people?"

No answer.

"You have a name?" He asked.

I played with the gloves on my hands.

"What's with the fingerless gloves? Isn't the whole point of them to not leave fingerprints?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I see we have gotten no where with the talking aspect of things." He spoke.

I ignored him and looked to Harley, eying him curiously.

Peter walked in.

"Dad, Dr. Banner wants to talk to you." He informed.

"Tell him it can wait." Stark said.

"He said it's urgent."

Stark rolled his eyes and groaned before walking out of the room, leaving Harley and Peter behind.

Peter realized what room he was in and his eyes widened as he looked to me.

"Vex is a girl?" He asked Harley.

"Yeah, she's really pretty too." He responded.

Peter looked to me curiously.

"Has she spoken at all?" Peter asked.

"Not to me or Dad, no." Harley replied.

Hmm, they're brothers.

"Did Mr. Barton say if she spoke to him or Mr. Loki?"

"He didn't say anything."

They both turned their gaze to me. I smirked. Time to have a little fun.

I looked up to them with an evil glare and I lifted my hand up, running my thumb across my neck horizontally, imitating a knife slitting someone's throat.

Peter and Harley stared at me with wide eyes and that's when Loki walked back in.

"Scared?" He teased the boys.

"No, of course not." Harley lied, his voice rising a few octives.

I smirked and pulled out the small knife I had tucked into my boot. Dumbasses really thought I only carried two katanas and a pistol.

I twirled the knife around in my hands and threw it up in the air, catching it by the handle before it hit the ground.

"Uhh Mr. Loki?" Peter asked looking at me with a terrified look.

"What?" Loki asked, his back facing the glass as he set something down on the table in front of him.

"How did she get a knife?" Harley finished the question for Peter.

"She doesn't have a-" Loki turned around and was visibly suprised at the sight in front of him. "Hmm. It appears she does have a knife."

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?" Peter asked.

"No, I don't see any issue with this matter." Loki replied.

I smirked and continued to twirl the knife around as Peter and Harley slowly backed out of the room.