Elemental {Avengers}

30. Seeing is Believing

A couple of hours later, I supposed, I had woken up, with a bit more energy. Loki was watching Game of Thrones on the television, snacking on the extra bacon from this morning.

" You feeling better?" I asked.

" Took a few painkillers, not much better. What about you?"

" Fine"

" I don't believe you"

I rolled my eyes, moving the blanket to make it more comfortable. I was still devastatingly fatigued, the sleep helping, but I doubt I'd be able to walk around. " Should we tell them?" about what happened. About what could have happened.

" That, Maeve, is up to you" he smiled, passing Storm a strip of bacon, her tail wacking against the couch.

" Ugh. Well, when the time comes, I suppose. But, they'll notice your headache and my inability to do just about anything."

" I suppose they will"

" Do you even have an opinion in this?" I tried to argue, but my voice came out softer than I had intended.

" Yes. I do. But it's your mind, Maeve. I don't think I should tell you what to do with it. But... if you would ask me; tell them. It's not that big of a deal anyways. It would probably help the mission at hand too"

" I don't really see how it could. And also, give me some of that bacon, I'm hungry."

I tried to grab some, but he held the plate just out of arms reach, chuckling to himself. My arm fell flat on his leg. "Please?" I pleaded, giving him the best puppy eyes I could muster. " For me?"

He laughed. " Maeve, the ruthless? Begging?"

He passed my the plate, the last strip of bacon gobbled up my me, my stomach grumbling. "What time is it?" I asked, yawning.

" 3 o-clock on the dot. They said to me earlier that they'd be back by a reasonable time. Of course, I have no idea when that is"

" Of course" I said, mocking his accent. " I have no idea when that is"

" I beg your pardon? Are you mocking me?"

" I big your pardon?" I said. " You know, I like that accent better than the american one"

" Why, thank you. Your Russian is... how do the Midgardians say it? Sultry? Alluring?"

" Good, that's what it's supposed to be. To lure people in. So that they will be distracted until I kill them" I knew I was being loose, unconcerned, but I didn't care. I was too tired to think much.

" You've done that before?"

" Yep. Multiple times, I'm afraid."

" Tell me about once."

I yawned. " Okay, I'll tell you. But it's not a pretty story."

" The best stories aren't the pretty ones" he said wistfully. "Go on,"

I continued. " About a year ago, I had a mission from Madam B to seduce this guy... Mikhail Petrov. And then kill him. He had been a fugitive for many years, but them somehow started a mercenary business. Madam B was jealous, didn't want any competition. So one night, I went to the place he was staying at, a hotel in Kazakhstan, and lounged around the bar for a couple of nights. When he caught wind that I was alone, he brought me back to his hotel room, but unfortunately I smashed his head against the sink in his en suite, closed the bathroom door, and searched through his supplies. He ended up having a daughter, a wife, and a brother, so I burnt the papers that revealed his home address, his bank account and his contacts, only keeping his mercenaries. Madam B was pleased with me when I came back"