One Wrong Turn (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Darkness surrounded Rebecca even after she'd opened her eyes. She could hear the sound of the van's engine, and feel its cold interior wall pressed against her side, but she still couldn't work out why she couldn't see anything. Then she remembered; she was travelling in the van with Loki off to somewhere. "Loki?", she asked quietly, thinking that he was near her. No answer. She tried adjusting her position, realising her arms had gone numb behind her after not moving for however long she had been asleep. "Loki?", she asked again, this time a little louder. Still no one answered her. She started to panic, fearing that she had just been put in here on her own and was being driven somewhere to get dumped. "Loki!", she screamed panicking, frantically trying to get up. A firm hand came from beside her and clamped down on her shoulder, pushing her back down. A few seconds later, the hood she'd forgotten she had been wearing was removed, and she blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the darkened interior.

Hawkeye was kneeling down in front of her, his hand on her shoulder, the hood in his other hand, looking at her seriously with his piercing blue eyes. Looking past him, she could see other SHIELD agents and Selvig sitting down, side by side, not speaking, just staring blankly ahead of them. Up at the top of the van, beside the closing door, she could see Loki, sitting down, his eyes closed, his face even paler than usual. He looked as if he was muttering something under his breath, but it was too inaudible to make out. What caught her eye though was the mysterious golden sceptre that sat on his lap, emitting a pulsating blue glow at the tip. Transfixed, she couldn't take her eyes off it. However, her stomach let out a loud rumble which alarmed her, and brought her attention back. She didn't realise how hungry she was. It must have been a good day at least without food. "Here, eat this", Hawkeye said to her, pulling out what looked like a chocolate bar from his pocket, offering it to her. Hesitantly, she looked from it to him, unsure of whether she should take it. "Last chance", he said, offering it to her again. Knowing she might not get the chance to eat again, Rebecca gave in, and leant forward and took a bite, and with Hawkeyes help, ravenously ate it all. He also pulled out a bottle of water from behind him, which she again was undecided about accepting. "Last chance", he said again, wiggling it in front of her. Hesitantly, she nodded her head, and leant forward as he poured it for her to drink, which she gulped down greedily. Once she had finished, he put the bottle away and reached down behind her, touching her bonds on her wrists, checking they were still tight. Seeming satisfied, he got up and moved over to the other side of the van and sat back down, keeping a watch on her.

She slumped back against the wall of the van, sighing, looking at each of them in turn, trying to figure out what was doing this to them. "Where are we going?", she dared herself to ask them, perhaps not as confidentially as she would have liked. "Stuttgart", Barton replied almost immediately, blankly, not taking his eyes off her. "Why?", she asked him, shuffling to adjust her position. "To get Iridium". "Oh, right", she replied slightly confused, having no idea what that stuff was, probably something scientific she assumed. "It's all part of the plan. Unlike you", Barton said unexpectedly at her, his eyes almost likes knifes in her. She gulped, realising how much of an inconvenience she must be causing them. The only reason she was here was because of Loki, she thought. She had taken something of his, and he needs her so he can get it back. But where had she put it. Her thoughts trailed off. She glanced back at Barton, and froze. He was sat watching her, twisting a knife in his hand. "Where's the ring?", he asked forcefully. She blinked, gulping, and tried to edge backwards. Barton suddenly leapt forward, grabbing hold of her hair, pulling her head back and thrust his knife against her neck. She screamed out in terror, her breathing coming in sharp gasps. "Tell me!", he demanded, thrusting the knife deeper against her. "I... I don't know", she pleaded, trying to push herself away backwards. "I don't believe you", he said slyly, bringing his face closer to hers. She looked up at him pleadingly, shaking her head, "I'm sorry. I can't remember". He looked at her, and slowly pulled his knife away from her neck slightly. "I don't believe you". He sharply pulled her head back further, pushed the blade forcefully against her neck causing her to scream out in terror.