This is the first fanfiction I have written in over a year so please be forgiving when it comes to critiquing! I have been so inspired by the many wonderful fictions that I have read on this site that I have been inclined to join the writers on a story that has been in the back of my mind for days, eager to be written. I hope that it's an enjoyable story and I plan to update often!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing other than my Original Character, Cassie. Everything else is property of Marvel.

Chapter 1: Erase My Scars

Loki took an apprehensive glance around his familiar surroundings. Not too long ago he was kept captive in the same type of cage made of glass and iron. He smirked to himself as the memory of his brother's helpless face entered his mind before he carelessly pushed the button, leaving Thor to fall to his doom… or so Loki hoped he would. S.H.I.E.L.D. did not waste any time creating the same cage in the same flying headquarters. Loki admitted to himself that he was a bit surprised that they would detain him here considering he so easily escaped the last time with the help of his cohorts.

Loki released an exasperated sigh of defeat. His plans had been so quickly ruined. Midgard domination was so close that he could taste it. Something that seemed so easily attainable was no longer in his grasp. Or was it? Oh no, this was a major setback, of course, but it by no means meant that he would lie down like a dog and take his punishment. He would not allow himself to be dragged back to Asgard, humiliated in front of the people he once lived among. Little did S.H.I.E.L.D. know that the worst thing they could have done was left Loki alone to his thoughts, for he had already begun to plan his next attempt to rule at any cost.

"Stark! That is property of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you do not have clearance to touch that!" shouted Fury, clearly losing his patience with the billionaire, playboy philanthropist also known as Iron Man.

"Relax, I'm giving your outdated equipment a much needed upgrade. Are you aware that your missile reactor has cross-wired with your sub particle beam?" Tony asked airily. He looked expectantly at Fury for a reply.

"I'll have someone look into that, but for now I need you to meet for the debriefing of our previous mission," Nick Fury argued, notably confused but stern.

"Okay, fine," Stark replied sardonically. "But if this ship disintegrates when you apply the sub particle beam to the interlock core, I will not hesitate to trip you to be the first to escape."

Fury fought back an eye role. "Duly noted. Now please, sit down, Stark."

Stark saluted Fury mockingly before taking a seat among the other remaining Avengers. Exhaustion and exhilaration was thick in the air from their triumph of defeating an entire galactic army from taking over the world.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is working on damage control around Manhattan. We will take care of all the publicity surrounding this as well. The Council disagrees with my decision to leave the fate of Loki to you, but clearly I don't give a damn," Fury stated. "We have enough to worry about without the god of mischief still around headquarters. Do any of you have any ideas on how you will handle this situation?"

Thor was the first to speak. "It is of no question, Loki will come home to Asgard to await judgment. It is clear that Earth is not capable of detaining a god. He will go with me when I return."

No one bothered to argue. It was an unspoken relief that Loki would no longer remain on Earth where the possibility of escape was easier than it would be on Asgard.

"Does anyone disagree with that?" Fury looked around at everyone's tired faces knowing that no one would oppose. "Then it's settled, Loki will return with you."

"When will that be exactly?" asked Steve, still in his torn Captain America suit.

"As soon as possible. With the Tesseract it will be a quick descent into Asgard."

Fury rubbed his good eye frustratingly with his hand. "The Council is not going to like that you are taking the Tesseract, so let's just keep our mouths shut about it until you're gone, got it?" Thor nodded in response. "The Cube is being held in Level 4 under Selvig's surveillance. I will see what I can do to clear it for removal. Until then, the rest of you get cleaned up, you're a mess. Refer to Level 2 for medical treatment." Before Fury exited, a thought occurred to him. "Thor, you may want to take a team and get your brother some medical treatment as well. I'm not saying that watching him bleed to death would be tragic," Thor gave him a hardened look filled with warning, "but if you want him to return to your realm alive, he will need medical attention."

With that, everyone took their leave, Fury to Level 4, Thor to the detainment level, and the rest of the Avengers to Level 2.

"Clearly this is not going to work," Cassie said, frustrated. "Banner, you cannot lose your temper with me. I know you don't like it, but if you want me to close that gash, you're going to need to stay calm and stop arguing with me. I swear to you, if you even start to turn green I will feel no guilt when I plunge this needle in your neck to knock you out!" Of course she was lying. She would feel guilty and she knew that if Banner started to transform they would all be in serious danger to the point where a simple needle of anesthesia would do nothing.

"I'm not arguing with you. I'm just trying to tell you that it will heal on it's own. Stitches are not necessary and they won't last." Banner had to be the most patient man Cassie had met, but she did not like the fact that she was leaving a patient to leave her station still bleeding. Though she knew he was a quick healer.

"Fine Banner, than get out of my chair and let me do my job for people who really need it." Her tone was playful, yet serious. Bruce was familiar with her way of bossing people around when she felt overwhelmed. He chuckled as he lifted from the chair and his spot was quickly replaced by Stark.

"How are you holding up?" Stark asked, concerned, knowing Cassie was working diligently so that she could quickly get to everyone she needed to.

She laughed at his misplaced concern. "My dear brother, your humanity is showing. Quick, cover it up before anyone sees!"

"I'm serious," he spoke with a smile. "Cassie I know you've been working around the clock and I don't like-"

"So have you, Tony. I'm not the one who risked my life out in the streets of Manhattan to protect the world from impending doom. Though, if we're being honest, I think you're getting old. You were really slacking out there. You've been eating too much Shawarmas," she laughed. She and her brother were too much alike. It pleased the others to see Stark talked down to as he would to others.

"Just shut up and stitch me up, you irritating-OW!" he cried as she stuck him with a numbing needle.

She smiled menacingly. "Oops, sorry, Tony!"

He mumbled insults under his breath until she had finished. Once Cassie and her medical team had completed their work on Stark, Natasha, and Clint, she sat down and relished in her hard work. It had been non-stop patients for the past couple of days. "Is there anyone else that needs to be seen before I pass out?" she asked loudly.

"Just one if you do not mind." Thor spoke from the doorway. "It seems that Loki needs medical assistance."

He entered the room with a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers surrounding the wounded god. She had seen him on the computer screens throughout headquarters but had yet to stand in his presence. He was clearly exhausted and refused to meet her gaze, instead searching around the room with his piercing green eyes. His hair hung in a mess loosely around his face and his clothes were torn and bloodstained.

Mesmerized by her distaste for the Norse god, she hadn't realized that she had not given Thor an answer. "Miss Stark?" Thor asked to gain her attention. Instead the attention he had received was from his brother.

"Miss Stark?" asked Loki with an acidic tone. His eyes then met hers with a challenging star, freezing her in place. He smiled wickedly, an idea quickly forming in his head before speaking, "What a privilege it is to meet you, Miss Stark."

So how was the first chapter? Suspenseful enough? I hope so! Reviews would be greatly appreciated for feedback! I really want to make this fiction worth reading.

Also, music is quite a large influence in my writing process, so for every chapter I will post the song that inspired it. Every song has to do with the story, so I guarantee that if you listen to it, the lyrics will remind you of the characters and the storyline.

This chapter was inspired by "Erase My Scars" by Evans Blue.
To listen to this track, type in your address bar youtube followed by /watch?v=KJhunrAWkmw

Thank you!

-LostInParadise