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A tale of loss, fractured bonds, newfound friendships, and action-packed battles, Out of Time is a fresh Marvel fanfiction for all lovers of superheroes.
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"Ant. Boot."
"It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me."
"Built for something a lot stronger than you."
"Oh, I've heard." Loki gazed up at the security camera above. "The mindless beast. Makes play to be the man."
We all turned to Dr. Banner. He smiled sheepishly at the comment.
It all smelled fishy. Loki had given himself up so easily. After the minor skirmish between Steve, Stark and Thor in the forest, he gave himself up willingly. Why would he do that? He had nothing to gain by handing himself in. It probably did more damage to his plans being locked in a cage in the basement of the Helicarrier than skipping around flailing his magic stick.
We sat around the glass-topped table on the bridge. The table was technological. Files, information, photos, and the security footage of Fury interrogating Loki appeared on the surface. I sat in between Steve and Agent Romanoff.
"How desperate are you?" Loki wondered aloud. "You call on these lost creatures to defend you."
"How desperate am I?" Fury scoffed. "You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill because it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did."
Loki grinned wickedly. "Ooh. It burns you to come so close. To have the Tesseract. To have power; unlimited power. And for what? A world for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is?"
Such words made me nauseous. As much as I hated it, the God of Mischief had a point. What was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s aim with the Tesseract? What were they intending to do with it. What were they planning?
"Well, let me know if real power will want some magazines or something," Fury remarked as he left Loki with his thoughts.
The video on the computerised table-top disappeared. Nobody said anything for what felt like minutes.
"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Banner noted.
"Loki's gonna drag this out," Steve said. He turned to the God of Thunder standing nearby. "So, Thor, what's his play?"