Holly Killigrew made her way down the streets of New York City, her earbuds planted firmly in place as she walked quickly to the restaurant she was meeting her date at.

An employee of S.H.I.E.L.D., Holly was a woman of power. She worked hand-in-hand with Agent Hill. She had been with the company since she had made a daring escape from the Czech Republic, rescuing a team of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own young recruits.

She was an attractive, fiery redhead with a big heart and a low tolerance for bullshit. Most men chased after her, most men were left in her wake. In her heart, she knew she deserved the right man and they had to impress her, be intellectually stimulating.

As she approached the door to the restaurant, she took a deep breath and pulled her sunglasses off. "Here goes nothing." She mumbled, stepping inside. Her eyes searched warily as she slowed to a saunter.

They finally settled on one of her good friends, Steve Rogers (better known as Captain America).

"Hello, my dear." She grinned as he stood, kissing her cheek.

"Agent Killigrew, nice to see you." Steve greeted her. "Have a seat."

"They've sent for me?" she asked, getting right to the point. Steve nodded. "Ah, a girl can't even enjoy her month off… What is it this time?"

"Loki. He got out." Steve sighed, running his hand over his hair. Holly froze, feeling eyes on her suddenly. The energy seemed to change in the room. No long was it lighthearted, carefree. There was a feeling of darkness that washed over the small café. Holly watched Steve's eyes widen and refrained from looking. "And there he is."

Holly kept her voice low, running her hand over her bag to secure her handgun. "He'll be surprised to meet you." Steve grinned, keeping his voice low. "It's too bad you weren't onboard for the last Avengers initiative. That was a lot of fun."

"Yeah, I heard." Holly said distractedly, watching the tall, pale stranger mosey over to the counter. His black hair reached his shoulders and was slicked back out of his face. She bit her bottom lip, waiting for him to make a move on the two of them, or a threat of any kind for that matter.

Finally, Loki turned around to face them, his ice blue eyes settling on the pair, sitting anxiously in the booth. A small, humorless grin reached his lips as he picked up the coffee that the waiter placed on the counter and brought it to his lips, taking a sip.

Holly almost rolled her eyes at the sight. He was taunting them… he was probably aimed more towards Steve because of their history.

Loki's eyes finally settled on her, his body language and facial expressions unreadable. He took another sip of the coffee and peeled his eyes away from hers, heading for the door. Holly began to stand, but was stopped by Steve.

"Let him go." He said. "Stark and Natasha are just down the road and are ready for him." Holly nodded silently.

"Shall we head for headquarters?" she said, standing quickly. Steve stood with her, following as she headed for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Loki smirked at the woman who he hadn't recognized as he walked out the door, daring her to come after him.

She was certainly attractive with her light red hair and her big brown eyes. She had heart. He could tell simply by watching her.

He was a bit surprised when she didn't follow, but shrugged it off and headed for the Stark Tower. That was the next thing on his list. He wasn't able to completely destroy it the first time and he regretted that greatly.

"Loki, drop the scepter and put your hands in the air." Natasha Romanov's voice came from behind him, making a smile slip onto his features. Suddenly, the woman from the coffee shop was in front of him, gun pointed at his chest.

"Drop the weapon." She spoke quietly, as to not disturb the people around them. He watched her closely.

"And if I don't?" he spoke directly to her.

"If I remember correctly, you ended up in a prison cell back in Asgard after you had attempted this once. You think that The Avengers would stand down this time after their first victory?" she spoke right back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Learn your place-" he started. Holly took this chance to catch him off guard, tripping him over her leg and flipping him onto his back.

"I'll learn my place as soon as you learn yours." She spoke lowly to him as Steve held him down. As soon as he had been put in shackles once again, she lifted her foot off his chest.

Loki watched her saunter away, her hips swaying seductively. Who was this woman?