stormbird. ( steve rogers, rewriting! )

seventeen.

I wake suddenly, my head snapping back, my eyes opening suddenly, and panting as if woken up from a nightmare.

I try to move my hands, but I can't. I glance far enough behind me to be able to glimpse shackles around my wrists, chaining me to the wall. "Damn it." I mutter.

"Ah, the Sleeping Beauty awakes." A voice I've come to hate travels to my ears. I snap my head around to glare at him.

"Why am I here?" I ask him venomously. I look around the room in confusion. "Wait, where is here?" I ask.

I'm chained to a wall, though the shackles look out of place in the big living room. White leather couches in the center, an elevator, a flat screen TV, a bar. It looks like a living room.

"You're in Stark Towers Lady Shay." Loki replies, smiling like the creep he is.

"You will witness the fall of an old world and the rise of a new one through these windows." He says, pointing outside.

I can see Dr. Selvig, running around what looks like a giant core. Then it hits me. "The Tesseract." I say. "Its ready?" Loki laughs and nods, walking towards me.

"Yes, my queen. It is ready for the both of us." I scoff. "Not your queen." I answer back scathingly.

"I will never be yours." I spit. He laughs and holds the bladed edge of his scepter to my throat, slamming my head backwards. "Oh, you will be. You will be mine because there will be no one here to save you." He says, smirking.

I laugh. "I don't need saving." I answer. "As is always the case, I don't need help. I'm not some damsel in distress."

To prove my point, and lift my knee up suddenly and crash it into his family jewels. He stumbles to the ground in pain, groaning.

"Don't touch me unless you want your balls on the floor." I snarl angrily.

He stands shakily and swings the end of his scepter into my temple. An explosion of pain and stars in my right eye explode, and I groan in pain. "Son of a gun." I say, leaning to the side.

I feel his hands grab me around the throat and pull me around to look at him. "You think they'll come for you? That Captain of yours? You think he'll come? No, they don't care for you, not like how I do. He doesn't love you, if that's what you think. He could never love someone like you, someone who's ledger is gushing with red like yours is. But I can. I can love you, and you will love me. You will be mine, whether you choose to be."

He releases my throat just as I start to see stars. I choke for air, coughing aggressively.

Loki watches me carefully, almost as if he's trying to read my soul. Its really unsettling and I'm feeling really uncomfortable as I stand, finishing my coughing fit.

"You like him don't you?" He asks me. "Who?" I ask, fake coughing. "The Captain." He answers. "Well, yeah. I like all of them. Though Tony can be a dick, he's still-" "Not like that." He cuts in, looking irritated.

"You love him don't you?" He asks me. I give him a look. "Regardless of whether I love him or not, you touch him, any of them, you die. Understand?" I ask him angrily.

He smirks. "Answer the question."

"Let me go first and we'll see." I spit.

"Tell me and I'll let you go."

"No you won't." I say, scoffing. "Egotistical bastard."

"What does he have that I don't?"

"Ugh, are we still on this?"

"What does he have that I don't?"

"Muscles." I answer immediately. "And a mind that doesn't resemble a bag of cats."