Cap's Daughter

Untitled Part 4

       I dream about my time with Red Skull. The torture, the tests, the interrogations. All of it just to get me to tell them what the military's plan was. I didn't know, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. The dream changes and I'm at school in 1956. I'm in my uniform and the teacher asks me about my father and what he's doing in the war. I-I.... I stutter. My eyes fill with tears and I run out of the school house; the other children laughing behind me. I didn't know anything about my father, only that he was fighting in the war. I only had a few memories of his face. I was little and he was carrying me, making me "fly." Then he had to go back. No one involved in the war knew about me. Whenever anyone asked my mom who my father was, she would say, "We've agreed he would stay out of our lives if I didn't mention his name. He wasn't a bad man.... J-just, its better this way." Then she would smile sweetly and pull me against her, a sign not to say anything.

        I wake up with a bag over my head. What happened? I slowly start to remember the explosion. I'm alive? I shouldn't be alive.... I try to move my arms but feel the coarse fibers of rope. Did some one kidnap me? I move my legs and feel they're bound to. Even my feet, for some reason can't move from the floor. Whoever kidnapped me was thorough. The one thing that they did not do was tie the bag around my neck. I hear a slight movement in the corner. Where am I!? I shake the bag off my head. I look at my bonds. The reason my feet won't move is because they're in shoes that are bolted to the floor, clever. All I can see is a light above me shining down. Everything else is pitch black. I can break the ropes, but I don't know what's out there so I can't leave yet. If I only knew where a door or a window was.... Just as I think that a light flicks on a good 10 feet in front of me. It looks like a square of floating light. Is it a window? I hear a click and the wall around the window swings open with an eerie creak. Apparently its a door not a window, and outside that door is.... a huge grass plain? This all seems a bit suspicious. The universe seems to be responding to my thoughts and helping me, which means one of four things 1) The universe wants something from me. 2) Someone is tampering with the universe. 3) Someone set this up somehow. or 4) I'm completely insane. Probably number three. Or number four, take your pick. You know it could be both.... Anyway back to the point. I don't know if I should make a break for it, or if I should wait and see who captured me. If I make a break for it, there is a high chance I will get caught. If I wait, there is a high chance I will never get out. I really don't like my odds, but my instincts tell me this is my best chance. I blow my hair out of my face and take a deep breath. I start to pull against the ropes. Th-they're not breaking! I strain harder and the ropes heat up and start to glow. They burn my skin like hot metal. I cry out in pain. I stop pulling against them and hold back tears. I take deep breaths. What happened? Why couldn't I break the ropes? I hear a cold laugh from the corner that I saw the movement in earlier. I turn my head and a tall man with slicked back black hair walks into the light. He's dressed in green and gold robes and is holding a pointed staff with a glowing blue sphere on it. He walks to the front of me and smiles. He flicks his wrist and the door closes and locks. Who is this guy?

        Hello Sophia  says a voice in my head. Is it him? Is he in my head? Is that how everything responded perfectly to my thoughts? I hear layers of emotion his voice, cold amusement, fascination, pride. He takes half a step closer and leans down a bit. Is he bowing? He's awful gentlemanly for a kidnapper.

        "Who the hell are you, and how do you know who I am?" I grit my teeth, the ropes still burning against my skin. He stands back up.

You don't remember me? Oh that's right, you were.... He pauses pretending to search for the right word, incapacitated, last time I visited. I cringe. It's creepy hearing him in my head.

" Would you get out of my head?" I answer back verbally. He frowns.

"You don't like it? Fine, I'll stop bugging your head." He starts to walk a circle around me. As he gets to my left side he leans next to my ear and whispers, "But I'm not leaving." He smirks as he starts to circle again. I swallow. What a creep. Why am I here? Who is this guy? And where am I?!? I decide to ask him just that.

"Why am I here?" He's behind me now, taking his time making a circle around me.

"Because I need you for something." He answers. Very helpful.

"Where are we?"

"My hiding place for now." He really is just the most helpful guy I know!

"Who are you?" He completes his circle and turns to face me.

"I'm Loki Laufeyson. The man right out of your legends, and you, mewling quim," Mewling quim....?  I think. "will help me in my plan. Or die." He's leaning towards my face uncomfortably close, and he isn't happy.