Director Nicolas Fury looked speculatively at one of his best agents, who was sitting on the other side of his desk. "Your thoughts, Agent Romanoff?"
Natasha seemed to mull it over for a second. Finally, she looked her boss in the eyes, fixing her serious eyes onto his.
"People break a million times over the course of a lifetime, Director. Most people get fixed again by someone they love. And then there's the people who are broken over and over again. By now, Loki's in so many pieces I doubt anything short of a miracle can glue him back together again."
Fury displays no outward emotion, though Natasha thought she saw a spark of something resembling regret in his single eye. "Not recoverable, then. We'll leave him to the justice of Asgard, whatever the fuck that entails. The other?"
Natasha allows a grimace at that question, although she quickly recovers her neutral expression. "The mutant boy is either older than he appears or a sociopath. I can't read him as well as I should be able to, and he shows no expression but boredom and impatience. I can tell it's not a front, either. He's answering all out questions so far, although I suspect he is lying because there are no matching records, which supports the sociopath theory."
Fury leans forward from where he was lounging in his desk chair, interested. "Can we use him?"
"Probably." Natasha answered instantly. "Although his trustworthiness is debatable, and he's young enough that Charles Xavier might make a fuss."
"Charles Xavier doesn't have to know." Fury said leaning back again, a vaguely smug air about him.