Merciful [A Loki Fanfiction]

The Intergalactic Criminal

Merciful

Chapter Two: Intergalactic Criminal

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Last Chapter:

"Agent Liao," Fury said. His hands were folded behind his back as he looked out the window. "Would you mind looking to my desk?"

I did so, and immediately pulled out my bow. "Sir. There is an intergalactic criminal sitting in your chair."

Now:

"Ouch. You know, that hurts right here," Loki said, tapping his chest sarcastically.

"You mean that part of your body that's missing an important internal organ?" I said cruely.

"Again. That is cold."

"Stand down, Agent," Fury sighed. I reluctantly lowered my bow, though left the arrow sitting on the string. "Agent Liao, you know who Loki is. Loki, this is Agent Jaida Liao."

"If I may ask, why is he here?" I asked suspiciously.

Fury almost smirked. "Loki's decided he is no longer the evil villain."

"That is not quite how I would state it," Loki muttered. I raised my eyebrows.

"How would you state it?"

"I got bored and decided annoying Thor is more fun than being beaten up by his friends," Loki muttered. "And I was threatened by his friends. Three times."

I frowned. "So there is no reliability at all. Fury?"

"Thor asked."

"And what do I have to do with this?"

"I put together a list of people I believed were capable of... babysitting Loki," Fury began. "The people on it were Coulson, May, Barton, Romanoff, and you. Coulson and May, while good agents, are not in any way superpowered, and also are extremely busy. Barton is too biased on the situation, as is Romanoff, and that leaves you, our little bird."

I studied Loki disbelievingly. He crossed his arms, fully aloof as he sat regally in the Director's chair. However, I could see something hiding in his eyes, behind the annoyed detachment. I couldn't quite figure it out, but I would.

I could see the way people around S.H.I.E.L.D. would look at me when they didn't know I was watching. I was obvious on base, constantly following Natasha - my S.O. - around, with black hair that looked like ruffled feathers and irony grey eyes that flashed red when I was mad. Besides that, everyone had been told to be on alert for me. I was a hardened criminal with superpowers, trained since I was five.

It would take ten years for anyone besides Nat, Clint, Coulson, and Fury to trust me.

"What do I need to do?" I sighed.

Fury smirked; he knew I would agree. "Twenty-four hour surveillance. You have new quarters here on base. Besides that, teach him about modern society and how S.H.I.E.L.D. works."

I nodded. "Do I have a budget?"

"Why would you-"

"He can't just walk around in a cape and armor," I interrupted. Fury sighed.

"Fine. I will give you your raise."

...

"I have magic," Loki said as we left Fury's office. "I can change my clothes at will."

"I know," I replied. "I just wanted a raise. Fury knew, too."

"Then why did he comply?"

I shrugged. "Maybe he feels bad for putting one of his best agents on babysitting duty. Now, why are you really here?"