"I got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."
"Red." Loki's eyebrow raised in a perfect arch, a grin slipping onto his face. Now this is interesting.
"Red." Natasha replied, the word had no effect on her - none whatsoever, at all.
Maybe a tiny bit.
Green edges framed her vision, suddenly, as if it were a dream, she looked around - the glass, the seat, the door: closed - her on the inside, slight panic filled her mind.
"Now that I've got you exactly where I want you - lets take a look at that ledger."
"Stay outta my head, slick - you look and your mind will snap."
"You underestimate me, mortal. I can see all sorts of things, it takes a lot more than you think to break me, here we have something interesting - I knew that word 'red' sounded a bit off, here it is. So much blood - so little feeling - my you are the epitome of casual aren't you. Your weren't always like that though, ooh, lets look at this.
Natasha's mind was warping in and out of memories, suddenly her surroundings seemed much colder than before - or was it just her?
"Your sterilization miss Romanov. Your final test, and final tears. Monster. Monster."
Her eyes darted about desperately trying to avoid the green and black orbs that were bearing into her soul.
"LOOK AT ME!" The smug look on Loki's face was replaced with fury in a second, his eyes matching the volume and menace in his voice. "Are you sure you deserve your spot on Fury's dream-team? Even he must have morals - oh. But he doesn't know everything does he. My you are fascinating. Almost as fascinating as your archer friend - his wife is lovely, and with one on the way - how very sweet."
A bead of sweat rolled down her head - the cage was twisted and changing - all the locked away memories, missions, training…..training. Her ears resounded with the sound of cage bars clanging.
Loki watched fascinated as he tried out his newest trick on the assassin. Her mind was putty in his hands as he picked out and projected her most unfavoured memories before her - her home, all she remembered as a child; the walls were red, smelling of chalk, mirrors lining one side of the room - she was young, her fringe just lining her eyebrows, wearing worn in ballet shoes and a leotard.
"Remember this?" The image wavered - she blinked, her reflected image flickering forth and back to herself in the glass cage, Loki's smirk was one of full entertainment, watching her squirm - the image settled, all her like-dressed companions vanishing into green wisps, the mirror she knew concealed the unsatisfied faces of her mistress. Silence, the awful deep silence she knew too well while waiting to be instructed. Loki looked on, almost finished with his toy,
"First Position." His voice took on a deep ascending flight through her whole body as she responded in kind to the instruction. Her feet moved instinctively, perfectly - the image faded. She was on the catwalk stairs, the cold grating beneath her feet became noticeable again, under her perfectly pointed, straight toes.
"Thank you, for your co-operation, miss Romanov."
