I had this idea, and I was bored, so let's see how this goes.

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"No way." Natasha said first with a snarl on her starch white face.

"Yeah, I can't work with him either Tony, he killed Coulson." Clint said at his post on the wall. He was leaned against the archway, straight and muscular like a feline stretching.

Tony rubbed his goatee before throwing his hands up in the air, "Well, Jesus, what do you want me to say? We are in over our heads here, and he's our only other option. Thor agrees that Loki will work for the greater good."

Steve pulled a face, "The greater good? He tried to take over earth."

"I know, I was there." Tony cast the Captain a sour look before continuing, "Clint, what about your friend?"

Clint stood a little straighter as he bore a grim look, "Me and Nat have been searching. We found her location, but...she won't go easily I think."

"Great, I loved non-team players." Tony grinned in the fact that he wasn't so much of one either, "Oh doctor, open the door for ours guests, they probably eavesdropped the whole thing anyways."

He was correct. Behind the door, Loki was standing with a dismal expression on his face. His hands were still manacled and these mortals called openly for his help; disgusting. Thor was standing beside him, trying to make light the situation. Odin knows why: he didn't want to be here and the Avenger's didn't want him there either. Prison would have been a godsend at this point. Loki liked to play he wasn't concerned, but he knew he had failed, and that left for bad repercussions by the other whom had helped him. He was unaware of who the other was, having never been greeted by his face or presence. Was it cowardice to be afraid of a nameless face? Loki denied that assumption tooth and nail. He had looked forward to the solitude in a heavily guarded cell: Asgard prison was nicer than the slums, and he would have been lorded over with the powers of Odin. Earth was a vulnerable shithole, and he felt exposed; how disconcerting. It was obvious his reign wasn't absolute after all. Here he was, on Midgard in chains, waiting on the acceptance of people he hadn't given two thoughts about since leaving the dreadful place. Well, that wasn't entirely true: the Avenger's had stuck in his mind like a thorn because he was wholly envious of them. They had what he had always sought for: a place to fit in.

The door opened before them and the jittery science man appeared. Strange it seemed that he was so small and intellectual now, yet as the beast, he was a dim witted creature whom responded to the callous command of SMASH. Loki hated him for that: his pride was about all he had left to guard, and the green menace was a threat to it. He would be sure to guard it with chastity at all times when around the dunderhead.

"Hello Thor." He smiled while propping his spectacles on the bridge of his nose.

"Banner, it is good to see you well." Thor complimented.

He smiled warmly before looking at Loki, "Hi." He offered in plain awkwardness.

Loki only scowled and rolled his eyes. The day he befriended any Avenger would be the day he worshipped Thor, and that would NEVER happen. "This is going to work out fine." Bruce mumbled sarcastically but Loki heard it. He wasn't bothered by the dry comment, for it was the simple truth. Stark was overly fond of being rebellious, and it would lead him down a path of decay, rest assured. He had no doubt that the billionaire was the only one to support this decision besides Thor.

Speaking of which, there he was, in all his misplaced glory. Loki tried to make sense of his shirt with the bizarre name of Metallica. What in the blazes was a Metallica? "Hey sunshine, we missed you." Tony jested as he offered him an ember liquid in a glass. He was also a friend to the drink it appeared.

Loki looked to all the frowning faces in delight, "Ah yes, I can see all too well." He took the glass with nimble hands that were chained together in front of him. Tentatively, he brought the drink to his face while inhaling the scent. A nervous habit: he was fearful of his food being laced with poison: it wouldn't be the first time someone would try.

"That was an expensive scotch, so I wouldn't have wasted it with arsenic to kill you. Don't flatter yourself." Stark chuckled as he lofted around the room in almost a prance. Loki wondered how he could be so free with his persona. All he had known to be was a closed off and indifferent person.

"What do you need Avenger's? I am less than inclined to help you considering our past transgressions." He gave a soft grin to all in the room. The agents reactions were by far his favorites: their faces were filled with disgust and hate, neither which bothered him. Considering their training prepared them to remain emotionless, they were failing considerably at the moment.

"Well, Earth has a knack for getting into trouble and this time, its worse. We'll make it worth your while."

Tony's offer was no doubt to lure him with money. He smirked, "An enticing offer, but there is no valuables or trinkets you can offer me to sway my decision. I don't want your money, it is worthless to me. No, I shall think I will want a better prize." His face twisted into a wicked smile.

Thor latched onto his upper arm gruffly, "Mind your words brother. These people have been kind enough to grant you an offer out of prison and I would think you'd be grateful."

"It comes to no surprise that you are once again, wrong. I quite liked my cell; perhaps you should put me back there." He wretched Thors meaty paws off him with malice before making a mocking gesture with his face.

Tony held up his hand to silence Thor who had his big mouth opened to rebuke. Clint was on his phone, his face had set into a straight line as he was complying with whomever was on the other line, "Barton, you have something?" Tony asked.

"We need to get moving, Hill advises. Our bogey doesn't stay put long, right Nat?"

"No, but she's not going to be happy to see us." Agent Romanoff crossed her with a judging look on her face.

"Perhaps your friend will listen to the rest of us." Steve suggested. How earnest of him, Loki thought sardonically.

"Like who, you? And she's not our friend, me and Nat were hired to hunt her down." Clint snorted.

The good Captain didn't let that deflate him though, "I don't want to waste another second arguing when we could be recruiting her to our side."

"So let's go." Tony said aloud to everyone.

Loki was first stunned when Thor started to pull him along, and he struggled back, "I have not agreed to join them."

"Then you can think about it along the way. Come along brother, they are in a hurry." Loki was too enraged to care about the 'brother' comment at the moment. Curse those stupid cuffs around his wrists; he was utterly useless with them. A technological device to stop his magic they were: at least he was spared the humiliation of the mouthpiece. He found himself entrapped in a moving cubicle: an elevator was it? They were traveling down to some underground hanger at Stark's tower. It was the pinnacle of his ego and it displayed massive wealth and apathy towards others. Perhaps that was why Loki was fond of the place: he was not so different.

His eyes dimmed at the sight of another flying contraption. He had been in one too many airplanes his last trip around, and he wanted to keep his feet on the ground. With great reluctance, he did find himself placed in a seat, next to Thor. The others were staring at him and he chose to stare back until they were forced to look away from the encroachment of his gaze. The assassins were piloting in the front, which left the rest of them to sit with him. They all dressed in flashy colors to fight he noticed. The captains sky blue and Starks cherry red was quite obnoxious to give anyone a headache from the close proximity. Did they always dress that way; at the point of being practical, most likely not.

He felt the shifting of the device as it took off into a blackened sky. Thor's bulging shoulders kept knocking into him with the swaying of the vehicle and it made him grit his teeth once or twice. He would have rather taken his chances next to the unstable doctor at this point. Stupid Stark was laughing to himself while nudging the ice man to look. Loki wasn't certain of his name. He had previously referred to him as Captain or the man out of time. It was something with an S; Stan, or...Smith? It was something awful and not worth his time to remember, "What is your name?" He asked rudely.

The Captain raised his brow at first while Tony started out into a laugh, "I guess you aren't worth remembering Cap."

"It's Steve." He cut out sharply while ignoring Stark.

Loki pulled a face, "What an unappealing name."

The plane lurched at the opportune time for Steve not to make a comeback. Loki grinned as he was beside himself. They were too easy to prod and poke at: even more so than the Aesir. He said nothing more and ventured deep into him-self as the silence ensued. They were traveling to make some other poor unsuspecting creature join them. Another human: that was blatantly obvious.

"I see a house down below." Clint announced.

"She lives out in an opened field in the middle of nowhere?" The Captain asked bemused.

"Some people like privacy." The doctor added from the side. Of course he would be the one to say that. After years of trying to hide that ugly beast, it was no wonder he was used to being isolated from the public.

"At any rate, we have ample choice on where to land." Natasha said with pursed lips in amusement.

The flight hadn't been long and Loki was thankful for that. His legs were already stiff and he welcomed being pulled up from his seat, even though it was by his collar harshly. They walked out like a group and it made him sick to his stomach. Comradery, he had never been apart of something like that, he wasn't about to start now.

"We look like a bunch of trick-or-treaters." Bruce noted with some embarrassment.

"Just as long as you aren't in costume doctor, I think we'll be okay." Clint added with light humor.

Bruce's neck turned red in embarrassment and Loki thought it was a queer way for a man to react. He himself was stationed next to Thor still as they came up to a rickety porch. The white paint off the wood had chipped and the rotted black underneath was shown as an ugly truth. The monstrosity held no aesthetics and it looked like a living soul that swallowed up intruders through the black door. The windows were all covered in rustic shudders and they were closed eyelids that let no sight be seen in or out. What sort of human lived here?

The Agent's went up to the door while everyone else was situated on the front lawn. No cars were driving by the old dirt road and Loki could still spot the plane landed in the open field. The stars cascaded in the sky and the air was warm to breathe in. His hands were twitching behind his back from the discomfort of it all. With a hard fist, Agent Barton let his hand pound on the wood until it would surely splinter into pieces.

Minutes felt like hours as they waited for an answer. The footsteps must have belonged to a ghost because the door opened suddenly though not at an alarming pace. A woman of average height was standing at the frame: her skin was alabaster white and her eyes were death framed around by light brown hair. The vacant expression remained on her face before she closed the door curtly in their faces, "Well...we have the right house." Natasha said with a frown.

"She looked happy to see you." Tony piped in. His mask was off his face, but his heavy armor was leaving a noticeable engraving of his feet in the grass.

The door burst open again and the woman was wielding a threatening shotgun in her hands. The two agent's sprang from the steps and everyone else was staggering back. The iron gray funnel of the weapon was directly aimed at them, all though Loki felt more amused than frightened. Her red lips curled back in a snarl and she locked the trigger with a loud click, "Get off my lawn." Her voice was tight and throaty. Perhaps a tone deeper for a female but it was not unattractive.

"Arabella, it's good to see you again." Clint replied friendly.

Her eyes narrowed and she trained the gun on him, "You promised you'd never come looking for me. I should have known better than to trust the word of SHIELD agents."

"Why don't you put the gun down?" Steve took a step forward and put his hand directly on the blunt nose of the gun.

She eyed him with scrutiny, "What do you want, Captain Rodgers."

"We just want to talk." He said easily.

Her eyes were distrusting as she calculated the situation. Loki was taking his own time studying her; she was...different. "I have your word?" She inquired.

"You can trust me." The Captain nodded. She would be a fool not to accept, he was too damn chivalric to break a promise.

Slowly, she lowered the shotgun to her side, "If any of you have silver, drop it on my porch now; I will not have it in my house." She commanded. What an absurd request? Loki wanted to say something smart about having a silver tongue, but he was likely to lose it to the female if he said anything witty.

They entered one by one: crossing over her porch while she stood by to let them in. When Tony came up on the wooden planks, it groaned in protest from his armor. He gave a sheepish look as she glared at him with dark eyes. Thor and Loki were the last pair to come up and she furrowed her brows before pulling the gun back out: and shoving it into his abdomen.

"What is this? I don't take kindly to harboring war criminals in my house." He noticed the way her lips moved over her teeth, and they were gleaming white in her flush mouth.

"I make good on my word to keep him in line miss." Thor defended though her eyes never left him, and Loki found it to be a difficult stare to keep up. Her eyes were the darkest black, with only a ring of dark brown around the edge.

"Than on your word he shall stay."

Loki smirked as she lowered her defense, "Pathetic, your weapons would be useless on me mortal."

"I don't need a gun." She answered tightly before spinning on her tall heeled shoe.

From the look on the agent's eyes, Loki began to wonder if that threat was correct. He was tempted to test the waters and see if her plight was true, but the other's would likely gang up on him with their 'abilities' and he was too tired, or too lazy, to give it any real effort.

Clint chucked a manila-tag folder on her kitchen table. The house was small, and all the lights were dimmed. Her cabinets were poorly stained and the polish had worn off the floorboards. A connecting room had two velvet sofas the color of scarlet, and a throw rug was plush under a coffee table. It was a shabby hovel and Loki pulled a face at the condition. A staircase led to the upper floor, and he saw a small door set off to the side with a small brass handle: he assumed it was a cellar. With keen interest, he watched the host as she eyed the folder, "What's this?" She started to thumb through the pages and her face made mild reflexes to what was worded down.

"We are interested in enlisting your help." Natasha began.

"What, Fury was too bold to come ask himself?" Her voice droned.

"He's missing actually." Clint countered and it had Arabella raise her head, "Missing?"

"Gone without a trace. Hill's running the place now, but that's not the issue that's written down there."

She acknowledged Barton's words with a nod, "Yes I can see that...Skrulls? Did you want me to suck an entire alien race dry?" She said in a mundane voice.

"Suck dry? I do not understand."

Normally Thor didn't understand much, but for once, Loki was also perplexed. A snapping sound broke his focus and everyone with the exception of Clint and Natasha, had stumbled back. The stranger Arabella, she had grown two canine teeth that protruded out of her mouth. They were pearl white and sharp like daggers. Loki was marveling at the sight of them as she let out a low hiss before they dispersed back inside and she closed her mouth. He was disappointed to see to them vanish so quickly. It was then that he felt great power in her: and that was something Loki favored over anything. Suddenly the doom of his prison was put behind him, and he was fully inserted into the present. His first night back on Midgard was shaping up to be interesting, and he looked forward to what would come.


So I know Blade is based in the marvel universe too, and I thought well, Loki's is obviously hot stuff right now, so why not add a vampire too. More details to come if people are interested in reading this. I also love the idea of the Skrulls and I thought they'd be a good villain to do. Let me know if this is worth continuing! It would mostly be in Loki's POV instead which is a different way to go.