Power of Gods | Loki FanFiction

II | ocean eyes

"I've never fallen from quite this high"

Just a few hours later, I was lying tied up on a table in an improvised laboratory not far from the quarters. White light from the neon tubes on the ceiling soaked the room and illuminated all kinds of equipment and monitors to which I had been connected. A few scientists in pale coats entered the room and calmly approached me with their clipboards and notes. I hated physicians. They perceived me differently than normal people did. To them, I was a simple composition of cells, with no feelings, and no sense of pain. Many thought similarly of me, but not as naturally as doctors.

I understood the necessity of these measures, but that did not change the fact that they were annoying and anything but pleasant, even painful at times. Coulson had told them not to be too tough on me, which I appreciated, but it still hurt like hell and I despised every second.

Not that I wasn't curious about the results. Quite the contrary. However, I wasn't exactly convinced that such tests would help us in this matter. If there was anything exceptional about me, it was on a level that went far beyond our scientific knowledge and that the physicians had no clue about. After all, the thing was still most likely extraterrestrial. But in terms of health, I shouldn't be much different from the other agents, which meant that this was all a waste of time. But I didn't rebel. Not yet.

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The tests and the hours with them passed me by without any results. As I had guessed, nothing helpful came out of them. Once again, it was decided that my vital signs were above average and stable. Apart from that I felt like I had had half of my blood taken, which did not lessen the pain I felt during each and every one of the examinations.

The feeling was worse than anything I had experienced in the Red Room and brought back memories, I had held safely locked away in the depths of my mind for years.

After, what felt like an eternity, I was told I was done for that day and was taken to another, also white, sterile room and - unofficially - locked up there. All I got for dinner was a plate of warm stew.

Even though I was a highly respected S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I was now treated like the enemy. And that was simply because they didn't know what was different about me; because they were afraid of me. It was by no means the first time something like this had been done to me, but it was the first time that, a. I was conscious during it and, b. I didn't fight back.

That was the worst part and nothing that would have happened to me in my earlier years. Back then I would have broken the neck of anyone who even thought about laying a single finger on me; but not today.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had managed to change my resolve. They hadn't taken away my fighting spirit. No one could ever hope to do that - I was dead certain of that. But they had twisted it in an uncomfortable way. I had been aware that this organization would change me, but I never expected it to go this far. I had never regretted joining S.H.I.E.L.D., but I rarely agreed with their methods.

I kept toying with the idea of ​​breaking out or attempting some other rebellious act that would only get me into deeper trouble but at the same time would prove to myself and everyone else that I was still me.

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I still don't know how they managed to find out where I was, which I probably don't want. But that same night something unexpected happened; something that ended my plans before they were even fully developed.

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I was lying on the slightly too small camp bed and staring at the boring ceiling above me when the door suddenly opened with a hiss and revealed a strange woman.

For a moment we studied each other closely. She was wearing a dark green coat and a horrible patterned scarf. Her stature was downright flawless. Her entire appearance was evidence of both physical and mental strength and... something undefinable. She seemed like a raging fire that would sooner rather than later bring everything around her into chaos. Yet her eyes were shimmering at me like clear emeralds, drawing me under an irresistible spell.