My Prisoner // LokixReader

Chapter 2

When it was your break, you went to go see how your mom and dad were doing.  

Walking into the little hospital wing, you saw they were talking, looking relatively unhurt.  "Hey guys. Um, whatever they drugged Loki with, they used to much of it," you told them, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of it.

"Why? What makes you say that?" Natasha asked, clearly amused. 

"When he finally woke up he couldn't really see or stand and passed out again. It was funny, he has obviously never been drugged before.  It's my break, so I thought I might come check on you guys. Not dead yet I see."  You  took a seat on the bed across from where they were sitting.

"Nope, not yet, nothing too serious. A couple bumps and bruises but that's the worst of it, kid,"  Clint told you. The smile faded from your face as your conversation you had had earlier popped into your head. You needed to talk about it. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but he obviously knew what you where thinking and cut you off before you could get a word in.

"Look, I know what you're thinking. The answer is no.  We talked it over tonight and we will not have you fighting in wars.  You are just not ready." 

His words made a flame of annoyance come alive in your stomach. "No," you said, endeavoring to keep your tone even. "You're the ones who aren't ready. I can fight better than most people. You're just keeping me out of trouble so you don't have to worry about me. I think it's unfair that you are keeping me from living because you can't stand the thought of your precious baby girl getting scratched!" Your temper got away from you at the end, and you cringed at the volume of your voice.

Yelling was childish to say the least, but you couldn't take them treating you this way anymore. You had a heart attack the other day watching them fight in a war, almost get blown up and come back limping a bleeding. You wanted to be a part of it. The fact that they treated you like you were a helpless child drove you utterly insane.

Natasha smoothly changed the subject, and you headed back for the prison in a vile temper. As you got there, you stomped in a slammed the door behind you, marching over to your guard platform and throwing yourself in the chair with a huff, not bothering to conceal your feelings. 

Loki was awake and walking about his circular cell. When he watched you come in (well, storm in) he raised an eyebrow and said tauntingly, "Domestic trouble?"

 "Shut up and leave me alone," you snapped, glaring at him threateningly. He raised his hands in false surrender.

"Very well. I'm not even here. . ." he drawled, and as he said the last part, his body turned into a green haze and he was gone.  You gasped.  The the? You jumped up from your chair and ran over to the clear glass cell, desperately trying to lay eyes on him.

Maybe you couldn't handle a 'simple' guard job after all.  You turned around and scanned the room for him. He was nowhere in site. 

Crap.

You slowly and hesitantly called out, "Loki?"  But you were met by a stale silence.

In half a second you made a mad dash to get out of the prison and run to the main room to tell Fury that Loki had somehow gotten loose. How the heck did he get out?

However, before your hand landed on the door, you froze.  An extremely amused laugh sounded behind you. 

You turned around so fast you thought you might get whiplash, and sure enough, Loki was standing in his cell.  "What on earth. . ." you breathed, recovering from your scare.