Project K4-712

Episode 3: Arguments

{Future KD: Surprise, surprise hehe I'm active again/Updated on May 27, 2024 at 3:00 PM}

{Future, Future KD: Surprise, surprise, surprise hehehe I'm active yet again/Updated on June 24, 2025 at 1:49 AM}

Luke's POV

"So, what's the next move?" I asked, watching a squad of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents surround Loki like wolves closing in on a cornered fox. The trickster god didn't even resist—just walked with that same smug expression, like he was the one escorting them.

"Prisoner of war treatment, I assume?" I added, crossing my arms.

He's enjoying the VIP suite downstairs, Fury replied, stepping up beside me. He had that familiar no-nonsense tone, but there was a glint in his eye—approval, maybe. "Try not to let it go to your head."

I tilted my head, cracking a dry grin. "Could've been better. I was aiming to not lose my sword and get body-slammed by a Norse god."

Fury actually smirked at that. Barely. "You're still breathing. That counts."

"Low bar, but I'll take it."

He clapped a firm hand on my shoulder. "Go regroup with the others. I need to have a little... talk with our guest."

"Try not to let him monologue you into a coma," I quipped, already turning to leave. "He's got a thing for dramatics and questionable metaphors."

...

On the live feed, Fury strolled over to the control panel, his steps deliberate, his tone taking on an edge sharper than steel. "In case it's unclear," he said, hovering a finger over a glowing red button, "you try toescape- you so much as scratch thatglass..."

He pressed it.

A sudden whoosh of air filled the room as the floor beneath Loki's cell opened wide, revealing nothing but thirty thousand feet of cold, unforgiving sky.

"Thirty thousand feet straight downin a steel trap." Fury continued, voice calm but undeniably lethal. "You get how thatworks??"

He tapped another key, and the floor sealed shut with a pneumatic clunk.

He gestured his hands to Loki. "Ant." Then to the keypad. "Boot."

Loki barely blinked. If anything, he looked... amused. He swept his gaze around his transparent prison, eyes gleaming with curiosity and a touch of mockery. "It's an impressive cage." he mused aloud, tilting his head. "Not built,I think, for me."

"Built for something a lot strongerthan you." Fury replied, deadpan.

I glanced at Bruce. He was a bit shaky, looking like he was one bad metaphor away from a stress-induced aneurysm. I leaned over and muttered, "That was tactless even by Fury's standards."

Bruce gave a half-hearted nod. "It's fine," he said under his breath, though his tone suggested the exact opposite.

On-screen, Loki's expression shifted. His eyes locked on the nearest security camera, and his voice dropped into that smug, velvety register he seemed to favor.

"Oh, I've heard," Loki purred, circling like a wolf savoring the scent of blood. "The beast who plays at being meek—the failed experiment clinging to his fragile humanity." His smile cut like a blade. "Tell me, what does it say of your cause that you recruit such... broken things to fight your battles?" A slow, predatory pause. "Though I suppose even shattered glass has its uses. My ranks could always use more... motivated souls."