Samantha J Lithworth walked down the dark street. The cold air crushed in on her and the muddy water lying on the pavement splashed up her shoes with every step. Sam looked like any normal street kid, an old rucksack hung from her shoulders, her trainers were worn and coated with a thin layer of mud, but appearances aren't everything. If you looked at this teenager closely you would see her eyes were the same green as any circuit-board and the occasional binary digit made a path across her iris.
Soon there were two figures walking the deserted Manhattan alleys. The second was a high-cheekboned, black haired male; his features so different to Sam's small refined ones, with her straight brown hair with its limp greasy appearance. Though the man made no sound and Sam never once looked behind her she seemed aware of his presence and soon she abruptly stopped.
"So you're Loki, I must say you were dressed better in Germany, but when on the run from the Avengers... How did you escape from Asgard? That is where Thor took you, isn't it? I suppose you tricked your brother again, he does get so sentimental." Sam spoke as if she knew the man, though they had never met before. During her little speech she never once turned to look at Loki, but still registered the look of surprise on his face.
"How do you-"
"Security cameras, New York is riddled with them but the mainframe has a very basic firewall, easy to hack. So, Loki, brother of Thor, why are you following a teenage-girl through the dark alleys of Manhattan?" Sam spoke quickly, as speaking a whole train of thought out loud for the world to hear.
"I think you know why I'm here." Loki had regained his calm.
"You want me to help you take over the world and kill the Avengers." Sam guessed confidently.
"Exactly."
"No." Sam answer was short and she started to walk away, but Loki materialised before her, his scepter now comfortably in his hand. Sam seemed unfazed by this, even when he spoke. "I am Loki. I am a God. I am the one with a weapon in my hand, now think before you answer." He pressed the tip of his scepter gently against Sam's throat. She gulped.
"So you stole that back from Thor, nice." She nodded "Now I could create a gas explosion right under your feet before you could do anything with that." Sam's voice was shaking but it by no means lacked conviction. But Loki seemed nonplussed; he walked forward, dropping the scepter from Sam's throat so it stood faithfully by his side.
"Oh I wouldn't be so sure. Now, if you help me, I won't kill you and I can do you a favor."
"What?" Said Sam, now intrigued, though she tried to hide that fact. He moved round Sam so she would have to turn to look directly at him, and said softly:
"I can help you get back at S.H.I.E.L.D." He stepped back and Sam turned to scan his face (possibly literally). She reluctantly held out a hand, which Loki shook heartily.
"They won't stand a chance." The god smiled.