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Disclaimer: I did take some quotes from the movie, those belong to Marvel and such. If it sounds familiar, it's theirs, I'm just borrowing it to keep the flow for my AU story. This goes for the whole story but I'm only writing it once because disclaimers get on my nerves after the first chapter. Thanks - that is all.

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Everyone saw him as a threat. A monster. The enemy. He was only alive now because we needed information.

I was the only one that saw who he really was.

A hurt child who wanted nothing but to be loved.

How do I know this you may ask? Because I was him once. My eyes watched as the demi-god paced from side to side of Fury's impenetrable cell. Loki walked with a straight back, his head high as he black cloths flowed around him. The green of his eyes stood out violently against the white of the cell.

Just because I knew why he did what he did, didn't mean I accepted that as an excuse for his actions. If I had a chance, I would take him out.

Loki turned his gaze to the camera, smirking slightly. I grimaced; it was like he was looking straight through me. Right into my soul. My stained, guilt covered soul.

'Agent Romanoff?'

I looked up to see Fury standing in the door way, his arms crossed. He had a mission for me.

'What would you like me to do, sir?' I stood up, unfolding my lengthy form from the chair.

'Figure him out.' He said before turning and walking away. I didn't even have time to nod before he was gone.

I rolled my eyes, 'Yes, sir.' And with that I walked out the door and started, slowly, towards the containment center.

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I peered around the side, my eyes catching sight of the demi-god. He sat, with his back to me, lost in his thoughts.

A smirk tugged at my red-lips as I snuck into the room. He stood and I concealed myself. As he walked to the far side of his cell I made my move.

'Well, well. There are not many people that can sneak up on me.' He turned his head to me, his long, sharp features looking more mischievous with his smirk. His eyes scanned over my form before locking his eyes with mine.

I dared a smile, 'I'm not most people.'

'No…' He started to saunter towards me, curious how I would react, 'You are the great Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow, every spies worst nightmare.'

I held back the surprise of him knowing me.

'Yes, Clint told me all about you.' He said, his eyes never leaving mine. He was waiting for any sign that I would waver. I stayed strong, refusing to give into him.

'Where is Barton?' I asked, crossing my arms.

He raised a brow, his eyes studying me, 'Is it love, Agent Romanoff?'

'Love is for children.' I sighed, staring straight back at him, 'I owe him a debt.'

'Surly you know you will never be even.' Loki said, he was right in front of me. Only the glass separated us.

I rose a brow, the only sign of my surprise.

'He told me everything. You owe him not just your life, but everything you are. Your record is strained with blood, gushing with it. You will never make it white again. No matter how much you try to play innocent. You. Are. Guilty.' He said; his eyes condemning and mouth harsh.

'Just as stained as yours.' I stated each word individually, making sure he knew we were equal in guilt. I refused to play his game.

'Tell me, Natasha, what is your story?' Loki said. He turned and walked over to the bench in his cell.

I uncrossed my arms and walked over to the chair on the platform, 'I have a special gift.'

'Oh, do tell.' He said, leaning forward as if he were sincerely interested.

I rolled my eyes and turned my head to the side, refusing to look at him, 'It was forced onto me when I was younger, I was…well, I was remade.'

'Ah, so that is your burden.' He stated, standing up and walking forward.

I stood up, matching his strength, 'What is yours?'

'You can handle a lot, little spider, but not this.' He smirked, looking off to the side as if he were tired of the topic. Loki turned to me, a glint in his eyes.

I shrugged, 'Try me.'

Loki walked over, putting his arm up to lean against the glass. The glass around him grew icy and blue.

Panic flooded through me, he was trying to escape. Then I noticed the blue streaming down his fingertips, dying his skin color to a harsh blue. The blue etched its self slowly down his sleeve and disappeared, it appeared once more on his neck. His veins grew prominent and white as the blue painted his face.

Loki has closed his eyes when it began and I drew back as they started to flutter open. My eyes grew as the burgundy irises met mine.

He simply smirked, 'Do I scare you?' The icy tone of his skin dared me to speak the truth; his eyes weren't trying to be innocent. He wanted to scare me, he wanted me to feel the evil that had consumed him.

I straightened my shoulders and looked him square I the eyes, 'No.' And I meant it.

Part of me saw the monster, the one everyone hated. The one everyone wanted dead.

The other part saw the small boy who cried out for love, for attention, for someone to care.

I saw the frosty heart of the monster. And that scared me more than the appearance.

With that I turned and left, not sure what I should be feeling let alone what I actually was feeling.

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