Loki sent out his Hawk to fetch the red-headed woman. She was first hesitant to follow her friend back to the underground lair Loki had once claimed his own. Word was getting around S.H.I.E.L.D. that Loki was on the loose and the Avengers were disappearing. Hawkeye sensed that his old friend felt strange and told her not to worry as he led her to an abandoned dark room. He left her side without a thought.
Natasha walked forward. She noticed it was eerily quiet and her friend was no where in sight. She argued with herself in deciding whether or not to call out his name.
"Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a Black Widow. You don't quite look like the arachnid that you claim to be. What a pleasant surprise your Hawk would lead you into a trap. I thought there was a mutual trust." Loki stepped out of the shadows, blue staff in hand. She immediately reached for her gun holsters.
"Where are my friends, Loki?" She internally cursed at herself for showing fear. For sounding in panic. For letting herself get swept up in Clint's weird blue eyes. She's better than this.
Loki ignores the question. "Well, young Widow, that is no way to talk to a god. I thought women here had manners." He lets the words fall off his tongue easily. She was visibly shaking, anger flowing from her eyes to her fists. Perfect.
"I thought Asgardians had more manners, since you guys are gods. Or are you just a fool Loki, jestering himself to please your King?" Black Widow managed to say before Loki struck her hard on her heart with the staff, watching the Russian double over, holding her bleeding chest and apologize to her master about her stepping out of line.
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My Hawk
FanfictionMy, my, my. Won't you read this? You're dear team of the petty Avengers are under my underlying grasp once again, but alas something is amiss. They've been singled out, and taken in control by my Tesseract. -originally posted on my fanfiction.net ac...
