The girl knew what he had done. She knew every part of his past, his dark, evil filled past. She knew he had the capibility to kill her at any moment.

And yet, she felt the desire to believe him. The desire to let him out of his prison cell.

The desire to make her team believe him, too.

The girl took a breath and slowly moved her finger towards the release button.

Lets back it up a bit.

That girl above, unfortunately, is me. Henna Levet. The girl with gifts, as my friend Sarah calls me. Though she doesn't know what those gifts are. Only I do.

Oh, and also SHIELD.

This is the story of how I let evil take my heart and let me believe that I was loved. That goes to show you that you should never trust in you abilities. They may just let you down in the end. Mine did.

The story begins with me in my office. I love my office. It's... how you say... special. Mostly because my boss works right across the hall, and he's the most... special guy that works here.

Here. That would be Stark Tower, in case you were wondering. That big bulding that sort of opened a portal into another realm last year that let an alien race called the Chituari into NYC an almost destroy... well, everything. Only the Avengers were powerful enough to defest the Chituari and the man who had opened the portal in the first place, Loki.

Believe me, I've tried to join SHIELD. I couldn't do anything anywhere else, so I figured I might as well try there. But apparantly I'm too 'inexperianced' join, so i got a job working at Stark Tower instead. I though that would be it.

Until I got the call.

That day had started off like a normal one, with me sleeping till nine thirty and then leaving my friend Sarah alone in our apartment to go to work. I drove there in my deep violet VW Bug and then rode the elevator up to the top floor. Then I used my key card to unlock the door and sat down at my desk. Finally I logged into my computer and began designing... technological stuff.

Then there's a knock at my door. I ignore it. Then the person rappidly knocked over and over and over, until I felt like my head was going to explode.

"WHAT?!" I snapped.

My door is pushed open by none other than my boss (and feaking Iron Man) Tony Stark. "Henna?" He asks.

"Sorry," I mumbled, fixing my gaze back on my screen. "What do you need, Mr. Stark?"

"I just- hold up, short stop."

I huffed. "I'm not short. I'm a year younger than you."

"What, exactly, is this?" He jabbed a finger at the wall, where my Belt just so happened to be hanging.

My Belt, in case you were wondering, held six good and sharp knives, a small pocket for my Pick, and another small pocket for my Ring.

Tony picked up one of the knives and gently ran his finger along the blade. Then he grabbed the rest of the Belt off of the wall and ran into his apartment.

Of course, he knew I would follow. And obviously, he had his compute JARVIS lock the door so I couldn't escape.

I stopped and folded my arms, pursing my lips. "You know, kidnapping and stealing are federal crimes," I said.

"Which is why I'm not doing either of them, Miss Levet."

"Oh, yeah? Then enlighten me. Explain why the door is locked and why you're holding my Belt hostage."

"Since when are you so irritating?"

"Since you started taking my stuff." I held out my hand. "Give."

He made a face. "First, explain to me what it is."

I sighed in defeat and plopped myself down on his designer couch.

"Hey, I didn't say you could-"

"Shut up," I said. Then I took a breath and began. "You know how you -or rather, Iron Man- works for SHIELD?"

"No." He looked about ready to kill me. I smiled. "I work with SHIELD. There's a huge difference there."

"Anyway," I said, stretching out the word to show that I didn't really care, "before I worked here, I tried to work with SHIELD. I showed them what I could do."

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Which would be...?"

"Turn around. But slowly, so I don't murder you."

He obliged... and froze.

The Belt clattered to the floor.

"What. The. Hell." He whispered.

Of couse, I laughed. "Meet my knife."

Facing my boss, hovering in midair, was one of the knives from my Belt.

He spun around, eyes wide. Then he came over and sat next to me. "What else can you do?" He asked.

I laughed again and told him. "Move knives and a couple of other metals with my mind. Tell when people are lying. Read the minds of my enemies."

Then my phone rang. I answered it.

"Hell-"

I got cut off my an annoyingly familliar voice. "Henna. We need you to come in."

I stood up quickly, eyes wide. Then put my free hand on my hip and rolled my eyes. "Uh huh, sure. Give it up, your prank isn't working. I didn't make it in, remember, Fury?"

On the couch, Tony's eyes widened.

"I'm not joking, Henna. This is serious. It's public enemy number one."

"A serial killer?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"No. Loki."

I freeze again. "I've got Stark," I whisper. "He's literally right in front of me."

"You still got the Pick?"

"And Stark's got the suit. Gonna meet you at the Helicarrier in and hour."

"See you soon, Agent Levet."

"Don't call me that." I hung up.

Stark stood. "What is it?"

"We're both being called in," I say in barely more than a whisper. "It's Loki."

The words have barely left my lips when there's the clanking of metal as Stark puts on his suit.

I slip on my Belt and buckle it tight. Then I slip on my Ring and pull out my Pick. My Pick is a black guitar pick, but when I press a hidden button, as I did now...

"Holy shit!" Stark yelled.

I was floating on a hoverboard.

"Close your mouth, Stark," I said, flying out the door. "You'll catch flies."

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