Hellraiser (Loki & W. Wilson) **Hiatus**

Chapter Three

Fury stands behind Maze as she looks around the basic room, she knows they'll all be given one, and they'll all be bare, to be honest it's not like she needs it. She doesn't eat. She doesn't sleep. She doesn't need a room. It makes her wonder how much they actually know about her kind.

"For me?" Maze asks glancing back at Fury, she places a hand to her chest and flutters her lashes at him.

"Everyone gets one" he comments leaning in the doorway. She smirks at him.

"And where's yours?" she all but purrs.

"Out of your reach" he answers her, his lip twitching into a smirk.

"Oh I don't know" she argues. "I can be very persistent and very persuasive" he chuckles a little and shakes his head, his eye on her body as she stands hip propped out to the side.

"I have no doubt..." he comments. She lifts the corner of her lip up into a smirk. "What's it like?" he asks her, she raises an eyebrow at him. "Hell?" she shrugs.

"Depends" she answers. "What you're there for...who you were.....human or demon" she offers running her fingers over the top of a case on the desk.

"So what was yours?" she looks to him under her lashes. "When you first arrived...."

"I don't really remember arriving" she admits. "I remember dying though and then I was strapped to rack" she answers. "Tortured, over and over and over, ripped apart, over and over and over......and at the end of every day" she clicks her fingers. "You're reset, like nothing happened....except it did and it's all up here" she taps her head. "And you go through it...day after day, weeks, months, years....until you break; until you make a deal; they stop if you start" she shrugs. "Took me about 500 years to crack" she admits. "200 to become the best at my job" she spins her blade in her hand. "80 odd more to gather a reputation"

"780 years?" he asks her.

"Time works differently downstairs" she admits. "So whilst I was only been dead for 6.....7 years...I was in hell for more then 700 before I came topside again. I think it works out as....1 year in Hell is 3 days on Earth or something..."

"You are giving this up rather easy" he comments, she drops onto the bed, leans back on her hands and crosses one leg over the other, she gives him a smoulder.

"I have nothing to hide" she points out ".....and I'm trying to get in your good books" she offers and then smirks. "Soooo" she draws off looking up through her lashes at him.

"On the bridge when you're ready" he comments and then walks out of the room, she snorts and leans up.

"I'll get you under me yet....or on top of me...or behind me; I'm not fussy" she promises slightly and then stands following after him.

.............................

Maze walks onto the bridge to find Steve and Coulson standing side by side, waiting as a computer tries to locate Loki using satellite facial recognition. She approaches the pair

"I mean, if it's not too much trouble" Maze catches Coulson tell Steve as she reaches the.

"No, no. It's fine" Steve assures Coulson.

"It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all. Near mint, slight foxing around the edges, but..." Maze glances to the computer and then scoffs, the screen then fritz in her presence and Stilwell smacks the side of it.

"That's me" Maze points out, Stilwell turn to her as the computer screen continues to pixelate. "Computers don't like me" Coulson looks to her. "You know, I could probably find Loki like that" she snaps her fingers. "Pretty sure someone evil turns up in this world hell" she smirks at the pun. "Bent on destruction....then Hell's all over that" she crosses her arms over her chest. "The King more so....I have an in with him and he owes me"

"Good, then go, take Captain Rogers with you" Coulson orders of her. Maze starts laughing then stops realising Coulson is serious.

"No" she argues. "I walk into Hell with Captain America and it's like walking in with a beacon of pure delicious goodness....they'll be all over him and you won't get him back, well....you might, but he'll have a new shiny pair of black eyes...." she sighs softly and looks over Steve, her eyes lingering on his backside. "What I would give to be the one to ride that ass" Maze comments. "But sadly I have some left over sentiment for my current vessel...the one they'll stuff in him will be less then hospitable..." Steve snorts a little. "Sorry, State-Pie but I am the nicest demon you will ever come across, so count you lucky stars and stripes I am trying to keep you from walking those anguished halls" He raises an eyebrow, she sighs. "Okay, fine, I'm hoping it will, you know, edge me in there a little" she wiggles her eyebrows at her, he starts to blush. "I'll go to Hell myself and seek out this information"

"And if you don't come back?" Steve asks her. "You seem like the sort to cut and run" she raises an eyebrow.

"Rude" she points out. "But fair....I am a demon and we mostly only look out for ourselves....You can summon me back" she comments pulling her hair out the back of her jacket before shaking it out.

"And how do we do that?" Steve asks her.

"Seriously?" she asks. "Do they teach you nothing in school back in your day?"

"I skipped demonology that day" Steve answers, she snorts and shakes her head.

"Humour" she comments. "Cute" she takes the offered pen from Coulson and then grabs Steve's arm. "My brothers altered a summoning spell so they could specifically summon me; any other summoning can pull on any other demon, it's basically a lucky dip, but this...." she starts to write on Steve's exposed arm. "Will get you me" Steve looks down at his arm when she pulls back, he frowns.

"This is a phone number" he points out, she nods.

"It's mine" she offers. "Welcome to the 21st Century, Captain....I have a cell phone and I will answer it" she hands the pen back. "You call me back, and I will come....Captain orders, right?" she salute to him and then vanishes before his eyes, Steve turns to Coulson who smirks and shrugs.

"I think I actually like her" Coulson points out.