Stuck in Avengers!

This is Why I Have Trust Issues

Cyril:

Loki and I stumbled and fell to the hardwood floor. We were in Steve's apartment, as I had planned.

"Right. Well, that's all I planned. I'm not good at thinking too far ahead. Got any good ideas that won't get me arrested?" I asked Loki cheerfully, tucking my hair behind my ear. Loki thought for a minute, and my eyes wandered about the living space. My wrist was pulled a little but I paid no mind. I'd gotten used to the handcuffs pulling back and forth. Steve's books were littered about the apartment, and as I stooped to pick one up my ears picked up on a small noise. Clicking. Paying no attention, I continued to flip through the small book single-handedly. The sound was beginning to grate on my nerves, and I turned to Loki.

"Lokes, do you hear-" I began to ask as I stood and turned, he gripped my shoulder and pulled me to him. Metal clanged about my wrist, and I looked down. An extra cuff jangled against my hand. Wait, that's not right. Before I knew what was happening a cutting pain ripped through my left breast. He smiled at me and held up another small, blood covered knife. Oh, and of course he picked the goddam lock!

"Now, THAT hurts," I hissed before breaking into a spitty coughing fit. Bits of blood flecked against my lips.

"Due to what I witnessed earlier, I am quite sure that you will be fine. I expect to see you at Stark tower later, Cyril," Loki foretold, and I glared at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Te futueo et caballum tuum," I hissed, grabbing his collar.
"Oooh, not nice," he said, smirking at me. Suddenly, he gave me a harsh shove, sending me flailing backwards. The coffee table slammed against the back of my shins, and I collapsed. "Well, I do believe it is time for me to be leaving," He said, and I jumped up and ran at him. Throwing myself at him, I reached out to grab his clothing. Fingers met only air, and I realized my mistake. Illusion.

"Oh, SHIT!" I screamed as I careened toward the window where "Loki" was standing directly in front of. As I slammed into the glass, I saw Loki in the kitchen, waving at me.

"Oh jesus fUCK NO!" I shouted as the window shattered against my frame, and I began to tip over and out. Panic seized me, I was falling too fast. No time for my wings to-

*CrUnCh*

Bones broke against the pavement. Blood soaked through the clothes on my back, and a hoarse whimper escaped my throat. Cries of panic crescendoed about me. Multiple pairs of hands grabbed at me, further disrupting my injuries. Light flickered in my eyes but were reduced to small spots. Darkness clouded my vision. Trembling, I opened my mouth to call out.
"Help-" my broken body was jostled harshly, cutting me off in an instant. The flare of pain that burned through me was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing quickly. Darkness washed over me, and my world winked out.

-HOURS LATER-

Cold water sprayed against me, and my eyes shot open. Screeching car tires echoed away, followed by the roaring laughter of teenagers. Choked gasps burst from deep in my chest and I shivered. Dried blood cracked around my lips as I opened my mouth.

"Ah, me! Who the hell just drove by?" I wheezed, trying to prop myself up on an elbow. Blinking at the world through hazy eyes, I saw that it was nighttime.

"What the fuck?! How long was I out? And why the devil didn't anyone think that it was a good idea to place me in the goddamn hospital?" Bones crackled as I stood up. I guess I was asleep long enough for my injuries to heal. Well that's a definite plus. The streets were fairly quiet, with a few people wandering around. Wait a second. When people fall from buildings, does their blood smear that far across the pavement? Did someone fucking drag me to a different place so I wouldn't be a hindrance?! Then again, if I was put somewhere else, maybe Loki did it. He could have convinced people around me that it was all a sort of joke. Or a public experiment. I mean, that's the only reason that I could think of that could explain why no one called nine one one.

"Okay, I have to get out of here," I announced. Across the street a bank sat before me, so I shut my eyes and apparated. Cool, hardwood floor pressed against my cheek. All right. Apparation successful. Reaching up to brush my hair back, my hand brushed against something hard in my ear. The com! Hastily clicking it, I began to talk.
"Hey, is anyone available? This is agent Morey, I'm alive, and I need to talk to speak to an agent right now!" I quickly explained, and waited for a response. After a few seconds the com crackled back to life.

"Yes!" I whispered.

"Cyril?" A clear voice spoke into my ear.
"Yeah, it's me! Who am I speaking to?" I asked excitedly.

"It's Steve. Good god, no one could find you after you spoke to us last. What happened? Please tell me that you still have an eye on Loki," Steve said urgently.

"No, I'm sorry," I admitted guiltily.

"What?! Morey, he is an enormous threat. How the hell could you lose him?" An angry voice erupted in my head.

"Oh dear god, please don't shout!" I cried, clutching my skull.

"Stark, leave her alone-" Steve began, but was cut off.

"No, you know what, Rogers? You're babying this kid too much. If Fury chose her to be an agent, then she is obviously capable of keeping track of these sorts of people," Tony snapped through the com.

"Where are you guys?" I cried, slumping down to the floor.

"We're on the helicarrier. Where are you?" Steve asked.

"Uh, New York. I'm in a bank right now, and am just noticing the blood that is all over my back and head," I replied, gingerly touching the blood caked in my hair.

"What the shit happened to you?!" Tony asked, and I sighed.

"Loki and I landed in Steve's apartment and then he picked the lock, stabbed me, and then tricked me into accidentally throwing myself out the window," I explained.

"Is there any way you can get yourself back to the carrier tonight?" Steve asked, and I looked around.

"No. I can't come back right now. I have to go find Loki," I decided, and reached up to my ear.

"Cyril it's not safe-!" I clicked off the com before Steve could finish. Touching my fingertips to my temple, I focused on Loki. New York's streets and buildings flicked through my vision, and finally settled on Stark tower. Loki was outside, and Selvig seemed to be setting up some sort of machine. My face broke into a smile, and I teleported.

Stumbling across the floor, I found myself grasping at Tony's bar for support. Looking out the window, I saw Loki illuminated by the glow of his scepter. Wait, what? Why does he have that thing!!? I zipped to the window, and stood silently at the entrance to the balcony area.

"I found youuuu," I crowed lightly in a sing-song voice, and flew at Loki. He turned to me, and as I was about to grab him pain blared through my head. As my skull swam, I saw Eric holding what looked like a bloody wrench.

"Hnnng," I groaned, curling up while holding my head. I guess that the bloody covered that my injuries really hadn't healed all the way.

"Do you want me to get rid of her? Where should I put her?" Eric asked eagerly.

"We're not getting rid of her. I still would like to keep her with me," Loki replied.

"Sure thing, boss," Selvig replied cheerily. I tried lifting my head, but a wave of nausea rolled through me. I can't do it. Blood ran down the back of my neck. A pair of hands grabbed me by my shoulders and began to drag me away from my spot. Keeping conscious was becoming more and more difficult. Slowly, I forced open my eyes one more time. Loki was leaning against a wall, and looked over at me.

"I'm not feeling well," I groaned, teary-eyed. Feebly, I reached out towards him. My arm dropped back to the ground, and I let my eyes fall shut.