Loki's POV:
" Sir," The first agent I had turned into my minion spoke. "Director Fury is stalling, this place is bound to blow, and drop a hundred feet of rock on us."
" Like the Pharaoh's of old." The Director confirms.
" Agent Barton is right, the Tessaract's energy can't be contained at the moment. We've got two minutes until this goes critical." Dr. Selvig said, looking at the strange glowing screen.
" Well then," I say.
Agent Barton shoots the Director.
We take this strange moving thing that speeds upwards.
When the doors open again, we're in a different place.
'It must be the mortals way to make a crude teleportation device.' I think.
As I approach the thing Agent Barton calls 'vehicles', the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Not because of the woman I saw, but of something... behind me.
GENERAL POV:
Loki turn around, scepter in hand to face the person behind me.
And it's a child. A little girl that seems to be three or four looked at Loki, desperation clearly visible in her feline-like eyes.
Then she's yanked away by the leash around her neck and into the van with Agent Coulson.
Loki grimly shook his head, then turned around and stepped into the back of the 'vehicle'.
