A/N : Hi guys! This is my first Avengers fan fiction. I hope you guys really enjoy it! Also my first romance, as well.

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of more than a dozen guns loading would normally scare anyone. But this man was not just anyone. He was none other then Loki. Instead of any telltale signs of fear over the possibility of getting shot, a deep chuckle left his parted lips.

"Director Fury." He greeted with a crafty smile, only to receive a overly cold response from the other.

"What are you doing here?" Fury questioned. " You're supposed to be detained in Asgard. How did you get in here? You're lucky my agents haven't shot you yet." The god stepped closer to the director, ignoring the weapons completely even as they were pointed at him, locked, then loaded.

"There's no need to be so hostile." Loki said slyly. "Not when I'm here to ask for permission to collaborate with the petty group of yours you call the Avengers."

Director Fury stopped his pacing to glare the god in the eyes. Loki had noted that surprise had flitted across the other man's face for a split second. "Don't play around, Loki." He said. "You don't seem to realize that you are treading on thin ice that also happens to belong to me."

Loki's mouth opened in a small 'o' of mark surprise. "You think me false. But you are wrong." The god of mischief said with a grin that almost screamed the exact opposite. "I will say it once, and once more, but that will be it." Loki voiced. He paused, letting his words sink in.

"I am asking to be allied with your team of dysfunctional heroes. As you have noticed, I have not committed any…. 'crimes' in the past few of your human months, and I will not commit any more if you follow these conditions." He arched a brow before turning around to the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents crowded around in either end of the hallway.

"You sound like you want a reward for not murdering anyone." Fury said in disgust. "You've been detained for the past few months, how would you commit any crimes on Earth if that's true?"

Loki chortled. "You think they could have kept me under lock and key for more than a few days- or a week at max?" He glanced over at the agents surrounding him, his eyes flashing with malice. "I'd like to speak with your director in privacy." The god said. "I give you my word that I will not harm him unless harmed." He said to no one in particular.

"What makes you think that I'll trust you just because you gave me your word? Don't think I've forgotten that you're god of lies." Director Fury said. Loki let out an impatient sigh when the human agents did not leave the hall. The god knew that he couldn't keep his composure up for too long. His wounds were beginning to worsen by the second, and he refused to show weakness. There was no other choice, Loki HAD to ally with the Avengers. His foes would never think to look here for him. And even if they did, they would have to get through the humans first. Loki let out a long-suffering sigh before speaking.

"My patience wears thin. Time is of the essence." The god teleported behind Fury and grabbed the Director's arm. Everything happened too quickly for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to respond as the two disappeared.

The duo was now in an familiar S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room. The walls were white, and a long table sat in the center. Chairs were the only decoration in the room other than a window and a potted plant. Loki let go of the one-eyed human as soon as he could and began to pace back and forth. He held up a hand to silence Director Fury before he could even utter a single word. What he needed now was time to explain, or as he would put it- persuade.

"Look, Director." Loki said slowly with his back turned. His enhanced senses picked up the sound of a gun being loaded.

"I'm in no mood to play your stupid games.." Fury didn't give Loki a chance to continue speaking before pulling the trigger. The bullet was released from its metal carrier.

Loki's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he lifted his hand. The bullet bounced off the god's forcefield like a tiny coin. "Tch." He shook his head in annoyance for having to waste what little power he had left to deflect a tiny piece of metal.

"Your gun is of no use." The god said. "Listen here Fury, and listen well." He turned his head so that the Director could only see part of his face. The raven-haired god's eyes glowed a slight red under the light of the setting sun. He turned back around to stare out the window before cutting straight to the point.

"I can give you information." He haggled. Loki noted that Fury was now silent. "I can even aid your heroic little group both during and after battle." The god could tell that Fury was greatly considering his offer.

"I have my doubts on you. Especially if you're begging your way into the Avengers initiative." Fury said. "You have a reason for being here, and I'll find it out, no matter what it is."

Loki clenched his fists and grit his teeth. "I am not... Begging." He said, spitting out the last word like it was poison. "I am merely offering my assistance. All you have to do in return is to lend me yours when I need it."

It was the Director's turn to smile now. He let out a short laugh. "You expect me to let you join us this easily?"

Loki turned around to face the man, he should have known that Fury would decline his offer. The god briefly considered disintegrating the human on the spot, but decided against it. He needed to save all the power he could.

"I thought you would be smart enough that you wouldn't decline my offer this easily." The god said briskly. "Very well, then. I will take my leave." Loki nodded his head sharply before preparing to depart.

"I accept your offer." The Director interrupted Loki's routine disappearing act. Loki risked using a bit of his magic to probe the director's mind.

We would be gaining a lot more than Loki would if I agree, he thought. Not only that, but we get to keep a close eye on him as well. Loki arched a brow in mild surprise, before letting a small smile grace his features.

"Alright then, Director." The god gave Fury a quick nod of the head. "I give you forty eight hours to talk this over with your little crew before I make my appearance." With those words, Loki vanished.

Fury rubbed his temple and sighed. He'd better call for a Avengers meeting as soon as he got back to his office. Luckily, it was a short walk back from where he was located. The man turned to leave when some small, dark spots on the floor caught his attention. He headed over to investigate. He'd almost missed the dark spots in the light of the setting sun.

Kneeling down, he saw that there were drops of blood splattered around the area where a certain green-eyed god had been standing. Fury considered the fact that Loki had been injured, and decided on settling on that idea.

The director stepped out and directed the first scientist he saw to attempt to collect the blood for examination. He reassured everyone that he had not been hurt, and that Loki had done nothing to wrong to him. Fury ordered the agents to get their asses back to work-time is always of the essence anyway. Once everything had gone back to normal(or had become significantly calmer), the director headed towards his office, the gears in his head already turning as one question rang clear as day in his head.

Who, or what would make someone as powerful as Loki ask us for help?