The Avengers~ Loki's queen (my version<3)

Interrogation. ;D

"So, this 'girl', is supposed to lead us to Loki and show us his evil plan right???" Natasha looked at Furry. "She isn't just a 'girl'. She is THE girl. The one he made his queen. If he wanted, he would take both roles. But he obviously cares. So she is close and should have something that can help us." Furry answered.

"So....Is she good or bad???" Steven asked. "Does it matter??? She is hot!!! Of course she's the queen." Tony laughed. "Get a grip." Thor muttered. "All of you, quiet. Unless it's something important. This is no joking matter." Furry stared them all straight in the eye. "We honestly don't know who's side she is on. All we have right now is that she is young and cherished by him. He doesn't let her out. Has maximum security on her when he leaves." he pointed to the screen. "So who here would make the best security guard????"

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Hawk eye gave the signal after knocking two gaurds out, that lay now flatly on the floor. "Everyone in check?" he called. "Yeah. Everyone but Tony, anyways." Bruce rolled his eyes annoyed. "Doesnt matter, we'll go on without him," Captain America lead the group through the hallways toward the queens bedroom. Before they opened the door, Captain placed his ear to the door, carefully listening. Not a sound. "Okay, guys. We don't know what's going on in there so keep your eyes on the target. Grab the girl."

He kicked the door down and a teenager sat up startled in her bed, then relaxed. The team, puzzled by this, stopped in their tracks. "Aren't you scared or like want to kill us?" Bruce asked. Christina got up and poured a glass of wine from her nightstand by the big open window and shook her head as she chugged it down. "So no scream? No call for help?" Hawk eye asked. "Nope" she said with big emphasis on the P. "Mates, this may be easier than I thought," Thor confessed.

A reverberating noise like the sound of rocket engines shook the building and a blur of yellow scooped her up and blasted in an unknown direction. "Dammit, Tony!" Captain struggled looking out over her terrace. The savages below, were either screaming or cheering, but they couldn't tell.

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"And I guess your GPS was down too, huh! Seeing you weren't even heading in the right direction," Steven lectured. "No. It was on," Tony nodded pretty sure, as if it weren't a big deal. "Then why?!" Steven became frustrated. "Good! A question I've been waiting for! I headed in the wrong direction so they couldn't pick up my tracks," he explained further, "And if they knew we were coming, they couldn't have all of us since I didn't come."

"Did it ever oc-" Steve was stopped as Natasha came in. "Furry wants us in the interrogation room," she said. Steven looked at Tony, "We'll finish later." "Oh, how I can't wait!" Tony cheered walking out the door with Natasha.

"What are Loki's next plans?!" An officer interrogator for S.H.I.E.L.D banged on the walls. "I. Don't. Know." Christina answered a third time. He smacked her. The sound echoed in the room and Bruce flinched behind the tinted, glass window. Tony, Natasha and Steven entered behind the glass window with Bruce and Furry. Her head stayed in the same position as it was left and so he roughly moved her chin to face him as he whispered something to her. "I don't know. All I know is that your breath stinks!" She screamed. He raised her hand to smack her again when Bruce ran in and his big green hand grabbed his. "Bruce! This is an interrogation! You can not be here!" The interrogator spoke. "You shouldn't hit her," he scolded, his arm shrinking to normal size.

"No way, man!" Tony ran in. "You can transform certain parts of your body on command?! You've gotta show me!" he continued. Bruce rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, but um, don't hit the girl. What is she? Like twelve?" he guessed. "I'm 21 you old ass," Christina lied. "Alright. I changed my mind. Hit her." Tony crossed his arms. "Oh, your file says different Christina. Says youre 15. Going on 16. Isn't that correct?" The interrogator continued. "I had to grow up pretty quick. You know, with the world ending before my eyes and all," she shrugged.

"That's enough, Officer. We can handle it from here," Steven finally barged in. "Captain, you don't have the experience I do. You'll never get anything out of her," the officer whispered in his ear. "Unless there is nothing. For all we know, you're torturing an innocent girl," he explained. The officer left the room. "Hear that?! I might be innocent!" She screamed tied up in her chair. "God, please. Give me one minute alone with that dude, and I'll make him suffer. Turn all this crap into heaven for him," she muttered.

From behind the glass, Natasha put her hand on Thor's shoulder. "I thought you'd be more involved with her. You know, being her brother and all," she whispered. "I'm am not her brother," he laughed in response, "Loki is adopted. And so she is barely even my sister by law. Now if you'll excuse me." The last sentece was the most serious as he made his dramatic exit out of the room. "He's totally pissed," Clint laughed with Natasha.

"Who are you? What do you want? Why does Loki want you?" Steven questioned sternly. "Hmm...Tough Questions. First, Im Christina. If you couldn't already tell. Second, You brought me here remember? And third, How the hell should I know. My guess is that ruling the world can get kinda loney." She made a pouty face. "I don't believe her. I say we-" Tony began but she stopped him. "Oh, just shut up, Tony. I already know that you've been thinking about sleeping with me even after the old ass crap," she spat.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Tony asked, the other two on the verge of tears trying to contain their laughter. "Getting stuck with a phsyco god can mess with, or improve your brain. I chose to make the best out of it," she explained, but still left it fuzzy. "So you're...." He pushed for more answers. "Psychic. Yeah, you heard me. And probably one of the strongest on earth."

"One?" Bruce asked, intrigued. "Yeah one. I've met 6 so far. I'm building a theory Loki's trying to form an army," she explained. "And how come you didnt say this?" He asked. "Like I said. It's just a theory. Loki doesn't actually TELL me a lot, but every now and then, I can make a few words slip out of his terrible mouth," she explained. "What can you do?" Steven asked. "I can go into peoples mind and make them see what I want them to see. They would be no danger though. Just fall asleep. Dont worry I haven't done it to you. I can also read people's minds," she shrugged. "Yeah, that part we know," Tony glared.

"You said he was building a army? How?" Steven asked. "Well, I don't know exactly how, but it's something with this big, glowing, blue cube. There are smaller ones that connect to it and when you can connect it, you can do mischievous things to a person. Isn't he the god of mischief?" She asked.

"Yeah," Steven answered. "Guys, can I get sometime alone with her?" he added. "Hey, if you think you can get farther than I can," Tony whispered walking out. He waited until they left and took a HUGE exhale before talking. "Why are you telling us this?" He asked. Christina looked at him, thinking about how to answer. "Because you guys need the information to take back the world," she said, "Everyday, my heart wrenches having to watch my people beaten and treated like slaves. They're forced to hate eachother. Give up all hope. He takes over a little more land each day. He already has half the globe," tears welded up in her eyes. "How come you didn't just tell this to the officer?" He asked, believing her. "Because, I may be desperate, but I sure as hell won't answer anyone who's hit me more than Loki," she explained. He nodded.

"How did Loki get to you? What does he do to you?" he asked sympathetically. "I, uh, I was at home and he litterally just bardged in, explained he wanted to take I've the world, and that he wanted me to be his queen. I agreed because I didn't want him to keep moving on to other girls and if they said no- which they most like would- he couldn't torture them. Because he already had me. What am I supposed to do? 'Love him' is what I'm supposed to do. Follow his directions," she laughed as she cried, "Kiss him. Hug him. Say 'Congradulations honey! You killed more people!' Honestly I feel like a Barbie doll."

Steven looked sorry for the girl. He untied her and carried her into the clinic. She winched in pain as he wiped the achol on her head, cleaning her slapping wound. It looked like he hit her in the same place each time. "Shsh. It's okay. I'm just cleaning it," he calmed. He allowed her to take a shower and he gave her some clothes. "Um, there's a night gown in your room. And the kitchen is just down the hallway. I'm next to you, but you can just knock any door and someone will help you," he informed. She nodded and whispered, "Thankyou. For taking me out of there."

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Authors note

I wanted to publish more, but the chapter was already long. My imagination just kept exploding with ideas. :D.