Playing Games (Stark's Daughter 4)

Chapter 13

"So, where is Loki now?" I ask as we all sit in the conference room.

Colson stands at the front, his eyes full of sleep. I turn to Thor, expecting him to say some rubbish about house arrest.

"My brother is in a prison cell." Thor announces and my jaw almost drops.

"No house arrest then?" I tease.

"Prison is best for him to resolve his actions." Thor explains.

"How's Merci?" I ask, looking at Hawkeye, alone without Black Widow.

"She's home now, a bit bruised and shaken up. Thanks for asking." He sarcastically says the last sentence.

"What? You think this is my fault?" I ask, leaning over the table slightly.

"Yes, Loki went after you in the streets yesterday."

"He went after everyone, including the children. Don't pin this on me Clinton." I hiss. He flinches at his real name and i lean back in my seat, smiling.

I use my mind to lift his arrow out of his quiver and make it travel through the air and into my hand.

"Stupid house arrest does nothing. That's what you should blame." I mutter. Using my mind again, i throw the arrow into the air and it peirces Hawkeye's chair, a few centimeters from his face.

"Don't mess with me Clinton. Im not in the mood." I tease.

"Calm down, Skye. You're as bad as Banner." Colson warns.

"What's he doing with Amelia?"

"Getting her help, counselling."

"Counselling? That's what Thor gave Loki." I smile.

"It did not work." Thor mumbles.

"Is everything a joke to you?" Hawkeye asks, sending me a glare.

"You don't understand threats do you?" I warn.

"Calm. The tension in here is ridiculous." Captain points out.

"You are too much like your dad." Hawkeye comments.

"Aww. Thank you." I smile, placing my hand on my heart.

"That's enough for one day. Avengers dismissed."