The Mad Titan

Chapter 2-Interrogation

I own only Jen.

Fury's POV-

"So she didn't say anything else?" I questioned Barton.

"No sir," he told me.

I looked at her through the glass once more. Better later than never, I thought. I left the viewing room and walked into the interrogation room. She gave me a cocky grin. "So there he is!" she said with the sass to rival Stark's. "Funny," she continued. "After everything people said about you, I thought you'd be...different."

I narrowed my eye at her and said, "Who are you and what do you want?"

She rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease, don't start. I'll only talk in front of the Avengers and Loki. You and Hill can join if you two want," she offered.

I glared at her. "What if I say no?" I questioned her.

"Well, you can't make me talk," she said matter of factly. "The torture you believe to be painful and shit, ain't squat to what I've been through. It's actually a trip in the park," she smirked.

I left the room and called Hill. "Bring the Avengers and Loki. Then come," I ordered her. I cut the connection quickly, before she could protest.

Jen's POV-

I watched as Fury left the room. I knew he would take the bait, his types always did. I opened up my bag and pulled out a leather bound notebook. I uncapped the pen on the side and scribble something before the door burst open. In walked the team, Hill, Fury, and Loki...shackled with two armed men behind him.

I looked at the two agents. "Aww. This is so...awkward," I said pointing to the men. "Let him go and Ieave please."

The whole team looked at me with wide eyes. "Surely you are merely joking, my fair lady." Thor rumbled.

I glared at him. "First of all, don't talk to me. Second of all, if he ended up killing you or if he tried to, I could stop him. But he wouldn't do that. I mean, he wants y'all's protection. Even though it won't do much good. Currently, y'all suck monkey balls," I informed them.

"Excuse me?" Tony said. "We are amazing! We just defeated all these freaking Chitauri!"

I snorted and put the book back in my bag. "Puh-lease. Me and the god of sexy of there," I said, indicating Loki, "know that the worst is still to come." They looked at me. "What?" I said. "You know it's true. Look at those cheekbones," I smirked.

"What do you mean," asked Clint. "How can it get any worse?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Natasha. "After all, most of Manhattan is in ruins," she pointed out.

"Look," I sighed. "I can't say to much, cause no one should know their destiny," I held up a hand at Tony's snort. "I'm not fucking around!" I insisted. "I'm 100% legit. In two months, he'll come. I'm not gonna mention any names, because of all that PTSD and shit stuff, but he is worst than anything any of y'all can imagine."

"Why should we believe you?" Steve asked.

"Oh, another thing," I said. "You can't talk to me either."

"What's up with you?" Tony scoffed. "Don't you like blonds, darling?"

"Nah, not really," I told him. "But even if I did, I would never in hell want to talk to Captain Hypocrite and the God of the Blind and Stupid," I indicated Steve and Thor.

"What?" asked Bruce for the first time. "Why don't you like them?" he questioned.

"Well first of all with him," I pointed to Steve. "He sas he doesn't like bullies and shit, but what, pray tell, does he do to Tone Bone over there?" I asked the room. "Then, I don't like the oaf, because he doesn't even know what the color of his brother's eyes. So, yeah, he's stupid and blind," I said.

"Why do you care?" Fury asked.

"Because," I told them. "If Loki goes back, MT comes, takes over all the nine realms and everyone is enslaved forever, blah, blah, blah."

"MT?" Hill asked, "Who is MT?"

"Well, I'm not gonna say his name, cause of the PTSD stuff, as I said ealier and also it's a what. He's the most vile piece of shit I have ever met. He would kill anyone and anything to save himself." I told her.

Fury looked at me. "Why are you telling us this?" he asked me.

"Self-preservation. Also, I have a bone to chew with that bastard. He made me like this," I told them, picking at my worn army green jacket.

"Like what?" Loki questioned.

"Like Nat before Clint found her. You believe your time with them was bad?" I asked Loki. "Try doing that half the day, every single day, for your entire life since you were 5. You have nothing on me." Loki looked at me, jaw slack.

"Prove it," Tony said.

"How?" I asked.

"You seem to be a fighter, so fight me," he offered.

I laughed. I doubled over and laughed until I couldn't breath anymore. "Oh," I gasped. "That's good. Real good."

"What's so funny about it?" Clint growled.

I leaned back in my chair and put my brown boots on the table. "If I fight Mr. Confident over there, then you'll be short a member. Not because he'll be dead, but because he'll be hospitalize for the rest of his life," I told him. "I don't do one on one fights with you guys. Or any of you Avengers for a matter of fact," I informed them.

"Fight me."

I turned to Loki. "Excuse me?" I asked him.

"You said that you won't fight any Avengers, I'm not an Avenger," he reminded me. "I mean, you can't beat me."

I looked at him and considered it. "Fine."

"What?" came the shocked replied of eight people.

"No way in hell," Fury commanded. "He is not going to leave the grounds," he snarled.

"Then they can fight in your largest gym," Tony suggested. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. "What?" he said shrugging. "I'd like to see Rudolph fight Mrs. Terminator over here."

I smirked at him. "Please. I'm way better than him. But, yeah, I accept," I told Loki. I looked to Fury, "If he escapes, I will hunt him down and give him over. I will then, give myself over to the WSC. Deal?" I offered.

He and I had a stare down. I didn't budge. He broke contact and sighed. "OK."

I gave a grin. "Yay!" I hopped out of my chair and said, "Leggo my eggo, guys." When they looked at me I rolled my eyes and said, "Let's go." I grabbed my bag and let Fury and Hill lead. I followed in next to Loki. "Ready?" I asked him.

He nodded. "How did you survive?" he asked me. "I hardly could survive and I'm a God, not meaning to boast or anything."

I looked at him sideways. "I'm from the furture, clearly," I whispered to him. "This is what happens to everyone, if you survive by your tenth birthday, they continue. If you survive by the time you're 20," I sighed and shook my head. "You get set loose. But if you're special, like lucky old me, you are turned," I told him sadly.

"How are you special?" he wondered.

I gave him a grin as we reached the gym doors. "You'll see." I walked through the doors.