My Hawk

The Captain

"My Captain, what brings you here today?"

No reply.

"Surely there is a reason, no? You wanted to steal back your beloved monster. I understand. I really do. Just say the word and he shall be released, with no harm done to him or the city."

He doesn't believe the god. The god smiles and with a wave of his hand, ropes tie up the Captain, also covering his mouth.

"At least the Hawk had a plan. But he was 'knocked back into reality' as what you Midgardians say. He was indeed a fun toy to play with after all. And the Widow as well. Quite the pair I might add."

The Captain looks up at the glowing blue-greenish eyes with hatred and a tint of fear. He was sent here to gather his team back, not get lectured by the madman. After struggling, he feels weak and tired.

"Oh, please don't try to escape. The ropes won't allow you, soldier. They move when I want them to move. This realm never earned much respect from anyone except Thor, of course. The oaf fell in love, then what? Protect Earth? Not this time." He walks to a table that had his glowing blue scepter and grabs it. He notions someone to come over.

"This is just a small gift for what I'm offering, Captain. You comply with my needs, you get what you want to know. All knowledge from after the war, from your dear friend James falling off the cliff, to your first love Peggy; it can show you everything."

His eyes went wide. How would the god know? He must fight back. He mumbles out a word of rejection before gasping loudly, or as much as the rope would let him.

Peggy, all dressed down in her army attire, walks from behind of the Trickster. Her soft lips curve into a smile, and before she can open her mouth, the god strikes at the soldier's heart to take what is his.

"You will now refer to me as Master, slave." Loki grinned as he loosened the ropes and watched the Captain of America stand tall, ropes falling off, his eyes shinning a brighter blue but with a dark void behind them.