Not A Monster ● Loki × Reader ●

01 - I Almost Lose An Eye

TW - Kidnapping, gore, guns, stalking, murder

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I sat atop a ten story building in Moscow, the capital of Russia. My gun trained on the window to a specific room in a building about seven hundred meters away.

Looking through the scope of my sniper rifle, I watched as a man entered a room with a bag on his head- My target- quickly followed by three of the Avengers.

Black Widow, Iron Man, and Captain America.

I stayed looking through the scope, seeing a flip-phone on the table. The one I had hacked a day prior to this very mission, solely for the purpose of what I was about to do next.

Taking out my own phone, I put in my earbuds, dialing the number of the phone in the building I watch.

I watch as it shifts along the table with each little vibration it does. Natasha Romanoff looks at it and picks it up tentatively.

She flicks it open and holds it up to her ear.

"Hello?" Her voice rings in my ears, her tone cautious.

"Hi," I responded, giving no further information than the simple greeting.

"Who is this?"

"You know who it is," I said.

She takes the phone from her ear and covers the receiver with her hand, looking over at the two men with her and nodding, giving some sort of signal before putting the phone back to her ear.

"L/N," She says, and I smile.

"You remembered..."

"What do you want?"

"What do you want with me?" I keep my gun trained on her, the cross of the scope lining up perfectly with the temple of her head.

"We want to know what you're doing."

For weeks, the Avengers had been tracking me for weeks over a framed murder of their associate, Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. Both the Avengers and the organization were on a mission to track me down and put a bullet in my head.

"I was framed," I say calmly.

"Bullshit," she replies, earning a chuckle from the infamous Tony Stark.

Everything I said was true. I was framed. And since then, I've been following the world's mightiest heroes like a shadow. Lurking within their blind spots with no one noticing.

"Put me on the line with someone I can trust," I demand, tightening my finger on the trigger, but not daring to fire the wrong target.

"Who?"

"A man. From New York. Worked with me for HYDRA," I explained and watched as she looked at the man with the bag over his head. She gave a hand signal to Steve and he took off the bag, revealing my target.

"You work for HYDRA?" Natasha asked.

I hummed, contemplating it. HYDRA was corrupt. I had the scars to prove it, but the organization kept me fed. "Something like that. Now put me on the line with him." I moved my gun, aiming at the man.

"Why?"

"I need someone I can trust..." I shift slightly, getting impatient as I repeat myself. My finger itching to pull the trigger, begging to end the conversation along with the whole ordeal.

"He's in a different room right now," She says. I can hear the lie in her tone, but what gave it away was the fact I could see him sitting right next to where she stood. I had my gun zoned on the back of his head after all.