A simple brush of the hand.

Loki had managed to touch her when he walked by her in the park, and for whatever reason…it unnerved her.

Natasha had been the only member of the Avengers who hadn't physically touched the norse God of Chaos.

Steve Rogers fought him in Stuttgart.

Loki touched Clint while he was "under".

Tony got thrown out of a window by him.

Thor…well, obviously, they fought and had touched several times.

Banner's "other guy" smashed him.

…that left her, untouched by Loki.

Their interaction had only been from a distance or between a thick wall of glass…when she managed to trick the god of lies. He had underestimated her and played right into her little act. Every move she made that day was purposeful…right down to the way she jumped when he banged on the glass. She smirked at the memory as she crossed her arms and watched him get shuffled to the center of the pavilion.

Something in his eyes bothered her…or maybe he always had that mischievous gleam. Either way, she was relieved when he was gone.

Loki chuckled to himself as he stood there watching his brother and his little mortal friends while they prepared the tesseract to send the two of them back to Asgard. If his lips were not encased behind this metallic muzzle they would have noticed his smirk as his fingers lightly grazed her skin. It was the slightest touch along the back of her hand. It had been quick. Just the barest caress was all his spell required. The fools thought that silencing his silvertongue would somehow negate his power but they couldn't have been more wrong.

He had been planning it since the moment that he had been captured by the Avengers. His body had been too bruised by the enormous green beast for him to escape. He had not been prepared for the onslaught of pain that the monster had doled out. His weakened body meant a dwindling of his powers as well. His injuries would heal and his magic would return to its full potency soon enough. In the meantime he had more than enough strength for this enchantment. It was fitting that this woman who had tricked him so flawlessly would be the one to help free him from Odin's punishments whatever they may be.

His dark green eyes glanced once more at the Black Widow. He couldn't deny her beauty. It was another reason why he chose her. Why he waited anxiously for the moment that he could get close enough to her instead of simply casting the spell on any of the number of women that had crossed his path since his capture. Shield was not lacking for employees of the female variety. But he wanted her and no one else would do. She was standing next to the archer. Her arms crossed stoically around her chest as she leaned toward her partner and whispered something that Loki could not hear. It earned a slight smile from his former pawn. He had no doubt that it was some jest at his expense. Well, she wouldn't be laughing for long, he thought wryly.

Thor extended the small contraption toward him and motioned for him to take the handle. He grabbed it forcefully as he prepared himself for the return to his old home and all that awaited him there. His sparkling emerald eyes caught sight of hers once more as the thunder god turned the handle and the glowing orb sent its power rushing through them. She would not be rid of him for very long, he mused. He was going to enjoy placing the finishing touches on his enchantment once he reached Asgard. He had a feeling that earning his freedom was going to be a very enjoyable experience.