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Am I dreaming?

Is this real?

I am on a helicarrier, flying thousands of feet over the ocean! This rocks!

Of course, being in charge of a small job, getting coffee for the avengers is pretty lame, I know. But it's a start.

I know, I know, four years of army training for this, but whatever. I'm happy to help, you know? Yeah...I know, my sister is Natasha Romanov, but hey, don't judge!

I am sitting here in the corner of the bridge, waiting for some supermegasavetheday avenger to call on little Lily Jotun to get them coffee. No, Natasha never teased me for not having 'powers' but I am still a person. Anyway, today Thor's brother, Loki arrived on the ship. Nick Fury pulled me aside from leaving the bridge and asked me to go down and see what I could do to help. I roll my eyes. I think I've discovered my power, it's doing nothing important, like Natasha does. I sighed and went down to the detention level. Two guards stood at the door. I asked them permission to speak to the man behind the glass. I feared him, his dark eyes seething with misery and anger. The guards allowed me to stand outside the glass and talk.

"Hello?" I asked meekly. He didn't turn around. He angled his head so I could see part of his face.

"Oh, look at this, someone to tease me as if I were a freak in a show. I am not going to talk to you, no matter what you say." he was hurting... I knew it, but what could I do? Words always help. That I did know, if I knew anything.

"Um, Loki...do you need anything?" I shouldn't have asked, for in two seconds his nose was up against the edge, barely a millimeter from the glass and his voice pierced my soul as he hissed.

"That question is the most idiotic thing I'd ever heard."

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-"

"What? You pity me, don't you? You are sorry that I'm in here, aren't you? Because if I wasn't, if I hadn't bothered to come here you wouldn't have to deal with me. You would be in your chair on the main deck or in your cabin or doing something you yourself would want to do, but no, they sent you down here...to pity me." I stepped back, afraid.

"You're a coward, like all the other humans." he was about to say something else, but the guards intervened, telling me it was time to go. I looked back at the god, sorrow in my expression.

"You and your race are both worthless!" he yelled. I started to cry and I ran to my room. I cried into my pillow. How could someone be so mean? How could life have tortured them so much, pushing them to the point of madness?

But then perhaps it was a trick, and he was lying… but for someone to look so hurt… could you fake that?

I shook my head. I couldn't let this happen. I would show him, I cared in truth, not in pity. I would show this god I was more than just another brainless human. I would help. I must help him...because it just wasn't fair to see someone so in need and not care to help. I was in the kitchen ten minutes later, making a glass of green tea and a green apple, knowing it was his favorite color was green from the way he dressed. When I entered the cell bay, Loki was standing in the center once more, unmoving, and sad. I asked the guards if they could transport the food inside. Knowing he was hungry, I tapped on the glass. But I found the man in the center did not move. Not even to look at me. Then an animated Loki transformed in front of the glass again. I jumped back in surprise. The guards came over, and Loki was laughing at my startled expression. He walked over to the center, snapping his fingers as the hologram of himself disappeared. He looked down at the food that lay in the hologram's place. He looked up to me, saying

"What's this?"

"A snack."

"I don't want it."

"You don't have to eat it."

"Then take it back."

"No."

"You will take it back. Now." He snarled. I didn't flinch, adrenaline helping greatly.

"I said no, and I mean no. Any questions?"

"Yes, why do you care?" he tilted his head.

"Because I have to care. Even if you don't, it's my job to care."

"You're not one of those Avengers are you?"

"What?"

"One of those 'special' humans they think will stop me. The metal man, the green beast?"

"No." I turned my head. I felt like crying again. Loki came up to the glass, smirking again. I'd let him have the upper hand, stupid!

"This troubles you, does it? Let me guess...you have a...sister who is one of them. That explains your hair," my hair is strawberry blonde, by the way, but it's close enough to my sister's.

"She feels sorry for you because you're different...the other members of that special group tease you...they push your buttons, I guess is the phrase humans use." I nodded as his information was completely true.

"Do you pity me?" he asked again.

"I care for your well-being."

"I think you're worthless then. At least I can use the others. You are just a worthless servant who cares too much for the wrong people. I hate you. Let me tell you this, if I get out of this cage, I will make sure you never feel sorry for me again."

"That is of you get out."

"You will see." Loki gritted his teeth. I walked out, tears welling in my eyes, his words still hurting.