Introduction
It's been a month since the New York disaster. Much has changed; I have changed. I'm no longer the panicking little girl I was, I'm braver, stronger. I'm twenty years of age and have suffered hardships that make me feel twice that. I used to be a younger member of a government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D, that was until the cunning devil named Loki Laufeyson came to earth. A month ago he tried to start an intergalactic war and subjugate every human on the planet. With the efforts of a team called the Avengers, made of extraordinary men, the aliens were destroyed. But like all wars, there are always casualties. I lost my older brother, Phil Coulson in the fight and I have never been the same since.
He gave me a locket as my birthday present, with an image of the both of us inside, it has not left my neck since that day. It is a constant reminder of what I'm fighting for.
Along with the help of my new found ally, Stanley Witmore, have captured Loki and have been inflicting torture on him for the past four weeks.
He remains borderline comatose, stuck in between his dreams and reality. Rather than physically torture him he is trapped in a loop to watch the same image play in his head over and over again. A fake memory of his own brother, Thor Odinson, being killed in various shapes and forms. But this is only phase one of his punishment, in three days time, the turn of the month will be up and we will release him from his state only to toy with him once more. I had decided long ago that his pain and suffering would not be so swift as death. I wanted to destroy him, pummel him into ash.
There was only one problem with my plan. My ally had established a telepathic connection with all of the Avengers members, one of them being Loki's brother. They had been led to believe they had captured the real Loki and I had faked my own death in order to carry out my plans. Thor and Loki came from a far away place called Asgard and with the aid of an alien energy source, the tesseract, he returned home and out of reach of the telepathic link. One day ago he returned from Asgard, calling all the Avengers together again, in search for the real Loki. You would think that their suspicions would be far from a dead person, but before I left them I visited my brothers funeral and caught Tony Stark's attention. Since then he has been using his own satellite technology to try and trace me down, I have to sneakily hack his system and make sure it never crosses the area where our prisoner is being held.
If they ever find us, if they ever learn of my deception my punishment will be severe. But more than that, the effect it will have on my previous team mates. I was in a... romantic... relationship with the leader of the team; Steve Rogers, Captain America. I gave up on us in order to seek my revenge, I faked my own death and made him suffer the pain of loosing yet another person he knew. I used to feel guilty about my actions, but I've reached the point where I understand that holding onto sentiment about the past will do me no good and only stops me from becoming the strong person I know I can be. My heart has only room for one. That's on of the reasons I don't go by the codename Panic anymore, it holds to much emotion in it and it no longer applies to me. I am Unfaze and as the name suggests, I don't blink at even the worst of things.
"Can you bring me a bottle of water?" Stanley requested, "He's really feisty today."
"Are you sure you can handle him?" I pressed, going and getting him a water bottle from the fridge in the warehouse.
"Yeah, of course. I've been trained to keep anyone under. It's just since we ran out of the knock out gas he's been harder to contain."
"Do you want me to go get more?"
"You mean steal more?" he queried. I avoided his question.
"Do you want more?"
"No, not worth it. In three days we've gotta take him out of it anyway. Just keep and eye on him, I need to go to sleep. Wake me up for my watch?"
"Sure." I smiled and Stanley took a short walk to where the beds were made up. Made of just a flimsy foam and a few dirty sheets were kept with us, it was enough to get us through. Loki sat strapped into an old barber's chair I stole from the run down hairdressers further into town. I pulled up a chair beside him and looked onto his face. He had a thick line of sweat building above his brow. Turning on the taps from a far, I wet a cloth and brought it to myself. Gently I dabbed his forehead, and sighed. It was like taking care of a baby. As much fun as it was to know that we were mentally destroying him, seeing what he had been to reduced to was slightly alarming. But anytime I felt sorry for him I just tightened his straps and remember what he did and why he was here. This time was different though, I did not feel affection towards him in the slightest, but he felt like my responsibility. It was like it was my duty to protect the nine realms from his reach. Though I couldn't let him die, not just yet. If that was my goal I would have killed him the day Stanley brought him here.
He looked sick, very pale and greenish. I felt his temperature and he was burning up, something wasn't right.
"Stanley! Get here now." I shouted, moments later in trudged Stanley, shaking, clearly freezing cold. Upon the sight of Loki he shared a concerned glance with me.
"Keep dabbing his head. The bastards trying to kill himself rather than Thor this time around." Stanley rushed back into where the beds were and came back out with a small black case.
"Wait, is that bad?" I asked, guessing the answer.
"Yes. Really bad. If he kills himself in his dream he'll die in real life and might even take me with him." Stanley said worryingly
"Pull him out of it. What's three days? We'll take him now. You are not going to let him kill you too. I still need to help you find my mother and you promised you would reveal more about our pasts. I will not let Loki take that away from me. He will not be in control again!" I raised my voice. He hunted through his bag but had no luck in finding what he searched for.
"I thought I might have had an emergency shot of adrenaline. I was hoping to shock him away from his decision. Will you give me permission to enter his head and stop him?"
"You know I can't Stan. If he sees your face you'll be in danger, it's better if he thinks it's all me. Like our old plan, you hide in the other room and I do the interrogation."
"I can't allow you to let him wake up. We're not ready yet. We needed three more days to be fully equipped and prepare for anything he might through at us. It's like a computer download and I haven't extracted all the files yet."
"Then we have a dilemma. Neither of us will allow the other to do as they please." I paused, "Wait... can you send me in? That way you don't put yourself at danger and I can stop him."
"Thats a great ide—," Stanley went to say as we both realized something dire. Loki's heart had stopped beating.
