☆Callie's POV☆
I feel a jerk in the jet, and it jolts me awake. I blink, adjusting to the darkness of the plane. Steve's arm is still around me, so I don't move. I just glance around, enjoying the slight peace before I am thrown into a party of Germans.
"Let's get ready you two," I hear Nat say over the engine to us. Steve lets go, and I rub my eyes, careful of my makeup. I slip on my tight heels and feel the jet hover. Time to go.
I'm about to shimmy down the rope when I feel Steve's hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, you be careful out there," he advises. I smile slightly, grabbing my handbag that holds the hilt of my lightsaber in it.
"Who am I, Steve?" I ask, then add, "I will."
He nods, trying to look assured. I can tell just by looking at him that he isn't fully assured, though.
"See you down there," he salutes me. I salute back and begin to climb down the rope, careful not to rip my dress.
I finally step down onto the roof of the building, tugging the rope. I look up as Steve pulls it back up, and the jet is off. I sigh. Now, to find my way to the ball.
The cool night air whips at my dress and hair as I open the hatch on the roof and slip inside. I weave through hallways, down staircases, and pass rooms. I finally hear foreign chatter, and I see a decorated staircase. The staircase goes down slightly, stops, turns left, then continues to the ball floor.
Stepping down the stairs gracefully, I feel my heels almost buckle underneath me, but I keep my balance, only wobbling slightly. I nod to the guards as I entered the ballroom. Soft orchestra music plays in the backround. I go over to a corner where there is nobody and pretend to brush back my hair. Instead, I turn on my ear piece.
"Tempest to Black Widow and the Captain? I'm in," I say, striding into the mass of people, keeping my eyes peeled for Loki.
☆Steve's POV☆
"I'm in," I hear Callie's voice come over my earpiece about 5 minutes after she leaves. I let out my breath slightly. Now all she needs to accomplish is spotting Loki. Without getting herself killed.
☆Callie's POV☆
I weave through women in dresses and men in fitted tuxedos for what feels like forever, glancing every minute or so at the staircase. I guess Loki isn't stupid and that he wouldn't stride in here in full armor. He'll be trying to blend in.
The heat of the party is getting to me, and I smile at someone for what feels like the 200th time. What if he is already here, and I'm overlooking him? I wipe my brow, once again glancing at the stairs.
A man with slicked back black hair is making his way down the stairs. He wears a tuxedo, just like all the other men, but he holds a staff.
A glowing staff.
I walk quickly and closer to him, trying not to let him notice me. I get a closer look and confirm it.
"He's here," I whisper into my earpiece, my eyes never leaving the God of Mischief.
"On our way," Nat's voice comes through just as Loki swings his staff at one of the guards I'm standing, frankly, pretty close to. I leap back into the crowd, moving nimbly as I hear shrieks as Loki moves towards the man who had been speaking, dragging him to a polished stone table in the center. I move with everyone else in order to blend in. I watch Loki flip the man and pull out a device that glows and spins.
Poor man, I think as Loki thrusts it into the man's eye, seeming to gouge it out. I feel the urge to gag, keeping up my pace as fast as I can in my heels. I feel Loki walking slowly behind the crowd of frightened people. I risk a glance back, slowing my pace slightly to a short trot. Loki has morphed into his godly outfit. He looks like a deer...
"Hurry up," I say, slightly annoyed into the earpiece.
"Hold your horses, we'll be there soon," Nat's voice comes through as I descend down the steps, halting to hide behind a column of the building. I hold my breath as Loki sweeps by me, obviously unaware of my presence. I let out my breath.
Suddenly, multiple Lokis are everywhere, trapping everyone in a group. I hear the sound of a German police car, then the blast of Loki's staff blasting it. I wince. The staff must be powered by something similar to the Tesseract.
"Kneel before me!" I hear Loki say in his Asgardian accent. The people just keep screaming, running around like spooked animals. I take the opportunity of commotion to rush into the cold night air and begin making my way around to the back of the group of people.
"I said...KNEEL!!" I hear Loki scream. Even this suprises me. I keep up my quiet movement as the shocked people all kneel on the hard concrete in front of that tyrant. Loki raises his arms, smirking evilly.
By then I've reached the back of the group, slipping behind a tree. I peek out, listening to what Loki has started to say. Come on, guys, I think about the jet. Where are they?
"Is not this...simpler? Is this not your natural state?" Loki begins, walking slowly through the crowd of kneeling people.
"It is the unspoken truth of humanity; that you crave subnacation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life and joy in a mad scramble for power...for identity...you were made to be ruled," those six words make me flare with anger, giving me that extra boost of courage to step out of my lookout spot, walking towards Loki.
"In the end, you will always kneel."
I grip my hand bag tightly, suddenly wondering why I have walked into this mess with no plan.
"Not to men like you," my voice echoes around the plaza, catching Loki's attention. His mischievious grin grows wider, if possible.
"Young lady," Loki mocks me, staring me down, "there are no men like me."
I keep a straight face, but I am trembling slightly. I begin to unzip my bag behind my back, slowly, at first, then, as Loki turns to speak to the people again, I slip the hilt of my lightsaber out, my finger on the button. I can already feel the energetical connection building up between my hand and the hilt. I drop the bag.
"Look to your young one, people," Loki turns back at me, raising his staff. I tremble, ready to press my button now.
No! One more second! I hold back, one of the hardest things I've ever done.
"Let her be of example." Now.
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