*about a month after Avengers
It was chaos at shield headquarters. Loki had escaped. And it was all her fault. There was no doubt in Kiara's mind that it was all her fault. She was after all the one that had suggested to Fury that Loki's security could be loosened, and now she would surely pay the price for it becasue there was no doubt in her mind that he would come for her eventually, but whether as a friend or foe was still unknown.
Kiara was a slim 18 year old girl with a very light complection, long, fiery red curly hair, and bright green eyes. She had barely had her job at shield for less than 3 months and she'd already blown it. But really, she thought, it was partially Odins fault for deciding that the best punishment for Loki would be to send him back to earth to rot in a mortal prison.
Kiara's job had been to bring Loki his food and new books everyday, but she had taken it a step farther by spending many hours a day with the god, talking to him and getting to know him. So far, she was the only one in shield that he had privelaged with a conversation. Not that she was exempt from the snide comments and insults that he threw at anybody within earshot. Far from it, she actually received most of them due to the fact that she was the only one he deemed worthy of talking to. But still, they did get along in their own way, and they talked and shared feelings and memories, and now she was going to find out exactly how much he really had cared for her when he came for her.
Once Kiara was safely back at her modest apartement she bolted the door behind her and grabbed the biggest knife she owned to place under her pillow. Better safe than sorry.
The clock on her night stand read two o'clock exactly when the door flew open and Loki stepped into the apartement in all of his Asgardian armor, and a manical grin on his pale face.