TOXIC ~ STEVE ROGERS [1]

Chapter Fourteen

The ride back in the jet was awkward to say the least. Loki sat tied up against one of the seats, his green eyes roaming around the room. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was incredibly handsome, despite being evil.

"Said anything?" Fury's voice startled me through my earpiece.
"Not a word," Natasha replied, steering the jet through the booms of thunder that cracked outside.
"Just get him here. We're low on time," Fury's voice crackled out.

Loki was staring at me, in a way that made it seem as though I was familar to him. Which was absurd, because he was Asgardian and I was human, and as far as I knew I'd never stepped foot off Earth in my life. He smiled sweetly at me, and I couldn't help but blush at his attractive face.

"I don't like it," Rogers said behind me.
"What? Rock of Ages giving it so easily?" Tony taunted, only his face visible from inside the Ironman suit. I could not believe that he was here. I'd read his file, sure, but I was hoping we wouldn't need the metal man's help. Already his voice was beginning to irritate me. I turned my attention instead to Loki, making eyes contact with the black clad alien.

"I don't remember it ever being that easy. This guy packs a wallop," Rogers said.
"Still, you are pretty spry, for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony said smugly.
"What?" Rogers said, obviously confused. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't listen to him Rogers. He doesn't need a bigger ego." I heard Natasha snigger up front. Out if the corner of my eye I saw Loki watching our exchange with fascination.

"And who are you? I don't recall there being much in your file, which is surprising seeing as you're working with the biggest intelligence agency in the world," Stark said, directing the attention onto me.
"Yeah, well, up until I moved to America, I'd managed to stay under the radar," I said confidently, trying out my lies once again.
"So what was it, Africa? Smuggling, trafficking?" Stark said. He was pushing my buttons calling me Africa. "Weapons smuggling. Mostly yours, actually. But that was when I was a teenager. I was smuggling guns across the borders just so I could eat while you were sipping whiskey on your private jet," I said coldly, making up one more lie to join the others.

Stark looked at me for a second, his dark eyes cold. He then turned to Rogers.
"You might have missed a couple of things, you know, doing time as a capicle." Rogers stared at Stark, the tension between all of us blaring.
"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in," Rogers said to Stark.
"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you," Stark said, his eyes flickering to me for a second.

Suddenly, a huge bolt of lightning flashed outside the jet, and thunder cracked. The jet shook violently, and I almost crashed into Stark. I felt a hand on my back, steadying me, and turned to see Rogers looking down at me. He quickly moved his hand off me, but I could still feel it's warmth through my clothes.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha mused out loud. I looked at Loki, who was staring out the window intensely, his green eyes flickering.
"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Rogers said, almost taunting. Loki smiled at me, and me only.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows," he drawled.

Overhead, something banged on the roof loudly. Light flashed around the jet, and the ramp door was forced open by someone outside. In a matter of seconds, a tall man in gleaming silver armor, a red cape and long blonde hair had grabbed Loki by the throat and flown outside again.

"Umm," I mumbled as Stark put his Ironman mask on.
"Now there's that guy."
"Another Asgardian?" Natasha asked.
"Think the guys a friendly?" Rogers said seriously.
"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost." Stark turned to the open ramp, preparing to jump. Rogers stopped him with his words.
"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" Stark turned around.
"I have a plan. Attack," his voice sounded electronic, and with that he jumped from the jet into the rain.

Rogers grabbed a parachute and began putting it on.
"I'd sit this one out Cap," Natasha said from up front.
"I don't see how I can," Rogers said.
"These guys come from legends they're basically gods." Natasha turned around now. Rogers adjusted the parachute on his back.
"There's only one God ma'am. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that," Rogers made his way to the raging open door. I thought he was going to jump, but he hesitated and turned around.

"Are you coming?" He said. I pointed to myself.
"Me?" I exclaimed.
"I might need you," he said, holding out his hand.

And for some stupid, heroic reason I grabbed his hand, wrapped my arms around his waist and let him carry me as we jumped from the open door of the quin jet into the storm.

Authors Note
So who is it? Loki or Captain America? It seems she fancies Loki more at this point. I mean, who wouldn't?