Feel Something

Chapter 13: Just Take a Breath and Let It All Out

Darcy watched the whole exchange—and heard every word—from the other side of the one-way mirror. At first, Fury was reluctant to let her join him and the rest of the agents spying on Loki, but she insisted on pain of...well, on pain of making Fury's life miserable with her influence over his latest "assets"—the scientist and the alien—who happened to be her two besties.

Was she overselling her potential to get Jane and Loki to listen to her? 100% yes. But she was pretty good at bluffing, and Fury didn't have the patience to argue the point.

So it was that Darcy found herself in the surveillance area right next to the interrogation room where Loki and Thor were having it out. Opposite the window looking in on the two brothers was a wall of security monitors that switched between several points on this floor of the facility. Darcy suppressed a chill as the monitors shifted to reveal the living quarters, showcasing her unmade bed and mess of dirty laundry for all to see. I really need to get my own place, Darcy mused uncomfortably, thinking with surprising fondness of her dorm room sitting unoccupied back at Culver.

Darcy watched with tears in her eyes as Loki practically ran from his brother at the end of their argument. More pieces of the puzzle that was Loki clicked into place as she reconciled his terror during the combat fiasco with the words he spat at Thor. Apparently, she had more in common with Loki than she initially realized.

He's adopted too...and it sounds like this is pretty recent info. for him. Remembering her own pain at learning her parents lied to her about where she came from, she couldn't imagine adding on top of that the discovery that you're not even the same species as the rest of your family.

Perhaps I simply am the monster I was born to be.

Darcy didn't believe that for a second, but it was obvious Loki did. And why wouldn't he, when the man he grew up calling father had kicked him out of the only home he ever knew? His only options were to believe there was something wrong with his father—the literal king—or to determine that he himself was the problem.

It made Darcy sick to her stomach just thinking about it. Her parents had lied to her, but their love for her was never in question. She knew they cared for her more than anything. It was the only reason she felt so comfortable staying mad at them like this—because she knew they'd welcome her home in a heartbeat as soon as she was ready.

Loki, on the other hand...who did he have?

Darcy looked again at the monitors on the other end of the surveillance room, where Loki was now visible back in his own room. He had been standing completely still with his eyes trained on the ground for several minutes as they all watched either him or Thor—equally still and alone in the interrogation room—in silence.

Without warning, Loki drew a dagger from his side and thrust it at the camera, shattering the screen in static. Darcy didn't blame him—she'd want some privacy too after a reunion like that.

Fury cursed under his breath. "Agent Barton, accompany me to see to our new guest. Coulson, do me a favor and make sure your charge doesn't do anything...rash?

Coulson nodded and rose from his chair by the monitors, but Darcy put a hand on his shoulder to stop him before she even had time to consider what she was doing. "Let me talk to him? I'm kinda his only friend on this planet. Possibly anywhere, actually."

Coulson watched her with interest before casting a questioning look in Fury's direction, seeking his superior's input on the matter. Fury sighed, "Frankly I don't care who goes so long as the person who does it can make sure the camera is the only thing he's going to destroy today. Agent or no, I find it hard to entirely trust someone not from Earth."