There are no men like me

Bad girl Anastasia

Loki wasted no time in getting us back to the warehouse, he was practically ripping my arm out of the socket as he dragged me behind him. We mainly rushed through side streets and alleyways where the only sound being heard , was us moving.

"You don't have to drag me. I can walk" His grip tightened in response.

"That man you were talking to." He said, ignoring my earlier protests ,"he would have informed his friends and family by now. Your professors." We entered the abandoned warehouse.

I nodded in response. Mr. Dennings worrying nature was such that he couldn't just let something past, he would try and do something about it. Added on, he was great friends with the head professor , it wouldn't be a surprise if he had called him by now...

Loki grabbed things around, flicking his wrist to make them disappear. He turned back and grabbed hold of my arm steering me towards a different exit, that was previously locked during my escape attempt. We were leaving?

He let out a small huff at my confused expression and elaborated,

"There's a chance , the Chitauri would have heard it.Your chatter."

"But they are aliens..how do they know how to use Earth tech?!"

" They have help . Nefarious organisations on your planet had supplied us with men. Enemies of SHIELD . One in particular, HYDRA."

His words still sounded foreign to me , But somewhat made sense too. Bad guys on Earth helping bad guys from space, fighting against good guys of Earth.Ok.I was close.

We walked out the back exit. The Silverado was still there. He opened the driver's seat and motioned me to the other door."Get in." Buckling up , he turned on the ignition.

With a revving sound the engine was up and running. Our car speeding through Boston.

We drove for quite a while in relative silence , the sun had set and the sky had turned a lovely shade of orange . He seemed to have a good idea of where he was going . He weaved in and out of residential blocks. We drove a couple blocks more and then he parked the car in a semi populated parking lot.He hopped out of the car and I followed suit.

Zipping up in a black hoodie , he slipped on a cap to obscure his face. He came over to my side and pulled me out the car. He looked around suspiciously and then faced me.

Once he was done , he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. I tensed at the unfamiliar reaction. No ripping my arm ?

Always a step ahead, he explained.

" I believe it would look a bit odd if someone saw me..how did you say it?'Manhandle ' you?"

I snorted. As if he cared what people thought.But he did have a valid point. Like this, we just looked like a casual couple .

Still,His arm draped casually around my shoulders was a bit distracting. He radiated heat. But earlier , hadn't he felt cold ? Uhh I don't know. The weight of his arm was heavy but not unpleasantly so. It just reminded me of the lean bulk hiding under that hoodie. He really had a nice bod-

No ! No! Bad girl Anastasia.

Alright so I guess, close proximity did lead to stockholm syndrome.

We walked along the dimly lit street, before halting in front of a white house, with a 'for sale' sign in the yard. Loki unwounded his arm from my shoulder, and walked inside , with me following closely.

"Are we staying here?" I asked, tilting my head to see his face.

"Possibly. " His face remained devoid of emotion.