'Wait for me!' You yelled, running towards the lift.
You were late for work. Director Fury had asked you to come in today. He had said he was giving you a new assignment.
You went into the lift just as the door was closing. Doubled over and breathing heavily, you heard a snicker. You looked up to see Natasha Romanoff smirking at you. She held two cups of coffee.
'Late start, huh?' She said. 'Here.'
She handed you one of the coffee cups.
'Isn't this for someone else?' You said.
'Nah. Clint can get his own.'
You took the coffee and drank it down in three swift gulps.
'So, what's my assignment?' You dumped the empty cup into a bin as you and Natasha got out of the lift.
'What makes you think I know anything about your assignment?'
'Well, for starters,' You said,' you walked out with me when we stopped.'
She nodded, and you plowed on.
'I think that cup of coffee was for me, and......' You trailed off.
'And?'
'You're the Black Widow.'
She smiled. 'Well done.'
Natasha led you to a set of double doors.
'In there,' She gestured,' is a war criminal. He has agreed to work with us, and your job,' she pointed at you,' is to watch him.'
'Watch him for what?'
'Basically, you're his caretaker.'
You groaned.
'In you go.' Natasha shoved you in.
Inside the room was a single bed, and a chair. The room was barren except for those two things. White walls, white floor tiles, white light.
And the man lying on the bed.
He sat up when you walked in. Now, he was standing in front of you, lips curving up in a smile.
'I'm (Y/n) (L/n).' You said. ' I'm your-'
'Caretaker.' He said. His voice set your nerves on fire. The voice of a troublemaker, a killer.
The man gave you a wide, crazy grin.
'I'm Loki.'
Has anyone seen Luke Cage on Netflix yet?
I want to see it, but I'm not sure.
- KS
