* I do not own the Avengers, Marvel, or any of the characters.
I do not actually have the clearance to know what happened in Budapest.*
Present Day
Natasha Romanoff POV
I silently padded into the room. The killer paced back and forth in his glass prison, much like a caged animal. His icy blue eyes suddenly shifted in my direction.
"There's not many that can sneak up on me," Loki's Asgardian voice said to me. He smiled.
"But you figured I'd come," I countered.
"After. After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you'd appear as a friend. And I would cooperate." That was exactly my intention. To act as his friend, and get him to tell me what he knows.
"I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton." Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, was my partner in Shield, and my friend. Except he wasn't just a 'friend'. It's... complicated.
"I would say I've expanded his mind." I cocked my head, worried at what that might mean. I stepped forward, only a few feet from the Hulk-proof glass.
"Once you've won, once you're King of the mountain..." I crossed my arms. "...What happens to his mind?"
"Is this love, Agent Natasha Romanoff?" He questioned, smiling like a schoolboy.
"Love is for children. I owe him a debt." He stepped backwards, confused and intrigued by my denial. Deep down, I was mad that he called my bluff.
"Tell me." His expression was inviting, one I might be tempted to trust. Any other situation, I would be kicking his butt instead of talking to him, but he had info and SHIELD needed it.
I needed it.
"Before I worked for SHIELD, I uh..." I sat in the empty technicians chair next to me. "...Well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill-set. I didn't care who I used it for. Or on. I got on Shield's radar in a bad way." Loki sat down, completely immersed in my story. My voice got low.
"Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call."
And then the flashbacks started.
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