A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Gone

—-Loki—-

I arrive at S.H.E.I.L.D headquarters to find that the girl is no longer in her room. I begin to panic. 'What did they do with her?!' 'I promised her she was safe here!' 'If anything happens to her...' 'No, I'm going to find her.' I spot Fury from across the main room I know it's unwise but my temper is flaring, taking over at this point.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

I grab Fury by the collar of his jacket and lift him off the ground. I hear about three dozen agents turn off the safety on their guns but it doesn't matter to me at this point.

"What are you talking about?!"

Fury who is usually bothered by nothing, looks frightened by me and looks bewildered he's not playing dumb. I let Fury touch the floor but my hands still clutch the collar of his jacket.

"The girl she's not in her room! Where is she?!"

Fury looks alarmed.

"She should be."

He gestures to his agents to lower their weapons. He starts taking command. Even with my hands clasping the collar of his jacket, he takes control of the situation.

"Carter, take your group and do a sweep around the outside of the building! Hill, I want you and your team to check every room in this place! Warren, get off that damn game, I want you and your guys to review all security footage from the past five hours!"

I finally let go and Fury looks me up and down. I know I must look like a madman. His stern expression softens a little.

"We're going to find her."