Mischief's Shield

Chapter 3 - Self control

After Agent Hill and I had escaped the tunnel, leaving the crushed jeep behind we had to contact S.H.I.E.L.D to come and collect us and the other survivors: Director's orders. On the way back me nor any other Agents actually knew how we were going to stop Prince Loki of Asgard - I was informed that he was the brother of the God of Thunder that has caused us trouble previously. People chipped in their ideas but none were really good though, the few ideas that had a slight chance to work weren't exactly fool proof.

"How about we all just get possessed?" Agent Wexton suggested, sitting down on one of the seats near the back of the Quinjet.
"Sure, we could do that," Another agent called to Wexton sarcastically, "If we were on the alien's side!" Most of the survivors didn't know much about who or what came through the portal that the Tesseract created so they just called them Aliens.
"Just an idea, don't kill me!" Wexton held his hands up in false surrender, looking towards the pilot who hadn't taken his eyes off of the sky.
"Don't worry, it isn't the worst one we have gotten, I'll add it to the list of 174 ideas that won't work." I joined in as I pulled a small notepad out of my pocket and wrote down Possessed on the third page of it, right underneath the idea of Fake suicide.

After I wrote down my idea I put the pad back in my pocket and played with the transparent pen, twirling it around in my hands and I held the lid in my mouth. I hummed the catchy tune of 'Troublemaker' by Olly Murs as I continued to spin the pen around in my palm and then throw it in the air and tried to catch it. Emphasis on tried. I sighed again loudly for the 9,000th time on our way to the helicarrier,
"Any other absolutely useless ideas that aren't gonna work but you might as well waste your breath on anyway?"
"What's made you so cranky all of a sudden?" Maria Hill laughed lightly, walking over and sitting next to me, "Is this about Loki and the Tesseract?"
"What? Oh, geez, I don't know... Maybe the fact that I just turned into a giant dog and attacked a bloody god!" I lost my temper; snapping at her and slapping my hands down on my legs. I tried to control myself as my hazel eyes turned a sudden bright green and short fur started to grow from my cheeks and arms, my nails started extending swiftly. I started breathing heavily and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep myself from turning, since the change is controlled by anger - now that I think about it, me and Dr. Banner are even more alike that I originally thought!

Agent Hill immediately realised my change in appearance, unfortunately as did everyone else. She grabbed my hand in panic and made it into a tight fist, making my newly-sharp nails dig into the palm of my hands: pain was a way for me to calm down, self-harm was even quicker. I stared down at my hand quickly then I heard her begin to whisper quietly so only the two of us could hear,
"Stephen, Stephen, Stephen..." she chanted in my ear. I could already feel my heart rate slow down once I heard the name of my brother. Looking back up, my eyes returned to the natural hazel they were meant to be; I smiled as much as I could in that situation as a thanks before getting up and sitting down in the co-pilot seat of the Quinjet to avoid questions from the other Agents and what they just witnessed.

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The rest of the ride to the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier was uneventful. I just scribbled down as much as I could remember from before Loki appeared and everyone else just continued doing their own thing. Agent Wexton got into an argument with the pilot again and 2 other Agents - Howe and Evans - started screaming at each other over who knew more about Martians than the other. Hill had to explain that the new Odinson brother wasn't from Mars, in fact the furthest realm from Mars as possible.

We got off the Quinjet at around 1:00am and all went silently to our sleeping quarters to get as much sleep as they could until the Director requested that they wake up for a day of search.

Everyone had their own beds but had to share rooms with 3 or 4 other agents which 1 of 10 would snore like a pig. I shared a room with Agent Howe, Willock, Whitesims and Skarm: all of them woman luckily. Darcy Whitesims was the loudest snorer I ever heard, she was so loud she should of won a world record by now! One day I got so annoyed with her pig impressions that I even asked to move rooms, I didn't care if I had to sleep with boys but I just didn't want to put up with her; awake she was funny but asleep I would just love to strangle her until she was unable to snore again.

"Goodnight everyone, see you at wake up." Agent Skarm smiled from the bed in the back right hand corner.
"Night." Howe mumbled with her face shoved in her overly-soft pillow.
"See you tomorrow!" Willock cheered in the same happy tone as she normally uses when talking to anyone.
"Have a nice nap..." Whitesims laughed before sliding into her bed, covering her entire body in the grey sheets: head included.
"5 hours only? Why couldn't Loki of come earlier in the day?" I moaned a bit too loud than how I originally hoped.
"Strange. Who's this Loki you speak of?" Willock piped up, enjoying the fact that her friend had just admitted someone she didn't mean to.
"Is he someone important to you?" Howe smiled, leaning up to face me with a huge grin on her face, "How long have you known him?"
"I don't have time for this..." I turned over to face the wall in an attempt to make them stop asking about the god I almost killed, "Just go to sleep!"

I was relieved when the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was Agent Willock's sigh of defeat. I silently cheered and mentally patted myself on the back for not going all full crazy wolf on them: now that would of made my S.H.I.E.L.D career very interesting!