So here is my first Avengers fanfic. Loki/OC. Please read and review!
Some days, no matter what you do, you just can't win.
Marie Robertson was experiencing one of those days on S.H.I.E.L.D's helicarrier. As the newest (and youngest) agent, she was delegated the less than ideal roles on the ship, whether it be monitoring the weather patterns of the places they were flying over or checking the ship's inventory of ammunition, both jobs menial and painfully boring. Today, not only did Marie miss the epic entrance of the famous Tony Stark and the demigod Thor, she was disappointed when after being told she was going to be receiving a job of actual importance, Director Fury informed her she would be personal babysitter to the war criminal, Loki. No, today was simply not her day.
I have an IQ that's off the charts, I graduated form Harvard at 18, I can move things with my mind, and here I am playing Mary Poppins, she thought bitterly as she made her way to the cell where Loki was being kept.
It wasn't that Marie thought she was above others, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Growing up, she had been a painfully shy and introverted child. An orphan who was adopted at a young age by a large family, she always felt like an outsider everywhere she went. Despite everything, Marie excelled in her studies, and had been offered scholarships to every major college in the country by 16.
Instead of her intelligence making her feel superior to others, however, it made her feel isolated and alone, like she was an alien from another planet. The fact that she never met her biological parents troubled her, for she thought if she knew about them and where she came from, it would help her to understand why she always felt like she was seeing the world through different lenses than everyone else, like somehow, she didn't belong.
At 19, Marie was on a flight to London to begin her graduate studies at Cambridge University, when a faulty engine exploded, sending the plane into a deathly free-fall right into a small field close to the city. The next day, reports came rolling in that everyone on the flight had been killed in the crash which destroyed the plane, except for a young American girl who was found unharmed a mere few feet from the explosion. This was enough to capture S.H.I.E.L.D's attention.
She was sent to hundreds of doctors and specialists who attempted to discover the root of her extraordinary gifts which seemed to have been triggered by the crash, which seemed to include teleportation, telepathy, and telekinesis, as well as the ability to control others with her mind, and strategize through complex problems in seconds. Not finding any biological anomalies, the doctors simply associated her gifts to her high IQ and praised her for her new "powers".
Marie felt very differently about these new "powers" however. All her life she had felt different from everyone around her, and now she had proof that she was. She hated her "gifts" and would have given anything to be rid of them, for with her new powers came a large amount of guilt. At the time of the plane crash, Marie's gifts kicked in and she acted instinctively to save herself, leaving all the other passengers to die. She knew she would hate herself forever for that, so when S.H.I.E.L.D cam knocking at her door offering to train her to use her gifts and put them to use helping mankind, she jumped at the chance to redeem herself.
After a year, she had a better grip on what her powers could do and how to control them, but she still felt like an outsider in S.H.I.E.L.D. Just like everyone else she had ever met, besides Director Fury and Agent Romanoff, the other agents looked at her with mistrust and usually left her to her own devices. When Marie joined, she had thought she would be on the front lines, using her powers for good, bringing down oppressive regimes and the like, but Director Fury explained that she was their best kept secret weapon, and he reused to let her on any missions that might expose her to enemies prematurely. So almost a year later, here she was, taking care of menial jobs so simple a monkey could do, waiting for her chance to save the world and make up for the lives she had not been able to save.
Marie rounded the corner and entered the chamber that was originally to be used for the Hulk, but had been commandeered by Loki's sudden capture. She thought it was unfair that the others treated Dr. Banner with such mistrust and fear. He was a brilliant man who made a mistake, and above all other scientists; she had enjoyed reading his papers about gamma radiation in college.
There, I could be helping Banner find the Tesseract, but no, Fury wants me to watch the crazy Asgardian because I might be impervious to any mind tricks he might pull. She wondered if anyone remembered that she was a freaky super-genius who could actually be of use.
To tell the truth, she was somewhat intrigued by Loki, the Norse god of mischief. Before S.H.I.E.L.D and the discovery of her gifts, though she was a hopeless romantic who loved fairy-tales, Marie would have sworn a million dollars that there were no such things as magic or superheroes. Now, magic and demigods were just another day on the job. When they had been showing her the footage from Loki's stunt in Germany, instead of the proper reactions of hate and disdain for the would-be king of the earth, she had experienced the most peculiar feeling of familiarity when she saw his face. It was a feeling that she had not been able to shake by the time she entered the room to face her ward.
Okay kid, here goes nothing, she thought to herself. Marie made a bee-line for the computers to ensure that the prison was secure before she faced Loki. She adopted her best fake tough agent voice and said "Okay Princess, I'm Agent Robertson and I am going to be babysitting you while you're on the helicarrier, so let's just behave like a good little alien and I might not have to dump you out of the ship." With as much bravado as she could muster, she turned to face the god and was surprised by what she saw.
He was even more handsome in person, as much as she hated to admit it, with ivory skin and jet black hair. His face was all angles, and looked like it had been carved out of the smoothest marble. The most stunning features on his face were his striking green eyes, which were turned towards Marie with the most curious look of shock and disbelief. Not exactly what she was expecting from the fierce god of mischief. His stare, however, made her squirm, for while most people seemed to look through her as though she didn't exist or she wasn't real, his stare penetrated her in a way that no one's ever had, as though he was intimately familiar with the deepest darkest recesses of her soul.
Any witty remark she could think of died on her lips when she understood that it was her presence that seemed to undo Loki's composure. They stood staring at each other for a few moments before Loki rushed towards her and pounded his fist against the glass, as though he could break it to reach her. The suddenness of his actions frightened her, and she retreated a few steps, completely confused at what she was feeling and this strange man's actions.
Loki's eyes searched her face for a few moments more before asking in a quiet and almost broken voice, "Vitra…is that you?"