Well, here's the next part to my story! I have quite a few chapters already written down at this point, so I'll be able to update it everyday for a while! This chapter is a bit longer than my last one, but oh well.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.


I stood in front of the heavy metal door before it slid open in front of my eyes. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before I walked in. The prisoner stopped pacing, hearing the door open, and looked up, locking his eyes with mine. I froze for a moment, my mind going blank. Okay, how do I interrogate people, again? I sighed and mumbled to myself, "Just wing it, Robin." I walked up to his cage, crossing my arms.

Loki looked at me and chuckled, "I assume you're here to interrogate me?"

I glared up at him, "What do you think?"

He laughed, raising an eyebrow, "I was expecting someone . . . taller."

I growled, "What the hell does height have to do with any of this?"

He chuckled, seemingly amused at my outburst, "Absolutely nothing, Robin."

I blinked, "How did you know my name?"

He smirked arrogantly at me, "Barton told me everything he knew about you pitiful mortals. SHIELD had files packed full of information for all of you . . . except for you. All they knew about you is that you are Captain America's adoptive sister and have basic fire control. Now, why is that?"

That's right. Clint Barton was one of SHIELD's most trusted spies, well, until Loki took over his mind, anyway. Of course he'd know that kind of information. . . I looked at Loki, clenching my fists, "I'll be asking the questions here, thank you very much!"

He laughed, sitting down and looking at me, "Very well."

I nodded curtly, and then cleared my throat, "Why did you go through all of this trouble in stealing the Tesseract, and what do you plan to do with it?"

"Ah . . . straight to the point, I see." He grinned, "I do not think I have to tell you the answer to that question."

I sighed, placing the palm of my hand on my forehead. I proceeded to ask him questions to get him to reveal his plans, but no matter how confusing I was, he still only gave me cryptic replies.

I glared at him, "Why can't you just answer the questions straight on?!"

He laughed, "I answered your questions. You just weren't smart enough to understand them."

I clenched my fists so tight that my knuckles turned white. A hint of a flame could be seen on both of my hands and I'm sure, if this were a cartoon, steam would have been flying out of my ears. "Why you. . .!" Just as I went to launch myself at him, a few guards standing by stopped me. "Lemme at 'em!" I yelled, "I'll tear his face off!" Unfortunately, I was not strong enough to free myself from the guards. As a result, a screaming, kicking, and flailing me was dragged out of the room, all the while Loki was laughing and grinning triumphantly at me, as if he wanted me to lose my temper.

After I was dragged out of the room, I was plopped down into a chair, in front of an angry Fury and a disappointed Steve. I was too angry at the time to care, so I sat there and crossed my arms, muttering foul language in Russian.

Steve glared at me, "Robin. . ."

I didn't hear him speak and continued muttering in my native language.

He raised his voice a bit, "Robin!"

I snapped out of my fury, and looked up at both of them, finally realizing where I was. I grimaced slightly at their expressions and covered my face with my hands, "I told you I wasn't qualified for the job," I mumbled, not looking up at them. All I heard was silence, but the air was so tense that every part of my body prickled uncomfortably. I looked back up at them and said quietly, "I'm sorry, I'm just too hot-headed for that line of work. I just . . . I don't know, he just irritated me, and I just . . . I just lost it. . ."

Steve sighed, "I don't know what to do with you, Robin. You weren't even supposed to be on this mission."

"I know, I know, I just wanted to go with you. It was boring, just living in the city, and then an opportunity arose and I had to take it."

"So you decide to smuggle yourself onto the Helicarrier for excitement?!" He sighed and stood in silence for a bit before glancing at Fury, "You can decide what her punishment is. . ." then walked away.

Thanks for that, brother, leaving me with a furious Mad-Eye Moody. . . I glanced at Fury nervously, not making a sound for a while, and then spoke up, "Well, it's starting to get late, I better turn in. . ." I started to move to go leave.

"You're not getting off the hook that easily," Fury said, "Sit back down, Rogers, I'm not done talking."

I sighed and reluctantly complied, avoiding looking at the glare in his eye.

"That kind of rash and irresponsible behavior could jeopardize the whole mission and put everyone in danger. It won't be tolerated on this ship, understand?"

I nodded, mumbling quietly, "Understood, sir. . ."

"And, as punishment, you will be in charge of monitoring Loki and making sure he doesn't try anything."

"What?" I looked him in the eye, unsure if he was serious or not, "Sir, I'd sooner want to be kicked off of the Helicarrier!"

He crossed his arms, "You keep up that previous behavior, and that can easily be arranged."

I gulped and nodded, getting the message.

"Besides, it will help you with your anger issues."

"I don't have anger issues!" He raised an eyebrow, and I paused, ". . . Okay . . . maybe I do. . ."

He nodded, "Now get to your post!"

I sighed and trudged back to the prison room, dejectedly plopping down in a chair and resting my head in the palms of my hands, "Ugh, this sucks!"

I heard a chuckle and a cocky voice reply, "Well, maybe you shouldn't have lost your temper."

I raised my head and glared at Loki, "You know what? Just shut up. It's bad enough that I'm stuck with you for the time being!"

He laughed, "Oh, believe me, I'm not very fond of the idea, either!"

"Good, I'm glad we have at least one understanding," I grumbled. We sat there in silence for a while, before I started getting bored and held up the palm of my hand, staring at it in concentration. Before long, little animals of fire danced around on my hand, frolicking in an imaginary forest.

Loki, noticing the light of the flame, walked up to the edge of the cage and peered curiously at my hand. "What are you doing?"

I glanced at him, "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm entertaining myself!"

"You do that for entertainment?"

"Well, it was either this, or go scare someone, but I'm not allowed to leave right now, so I was left with only one option."

"I see. . ."

"Why do you care, anyway?"

He raised an eyebrow, "I don't. I've just never seen that before."

I rolled my eyes and the animals vanished from my hand, "Okay, light show's over."

He laughed and looked at me, "Why such an abrupt end?"

I leaned back in my chair, drumming one of the arms with my fingers, "Because I got bored of it, and because you were watching it."

Loki smirked, "You're not very fond of me, are you?"

"To be honest, I hate your guts. . ."

He laughed, seemingly amused at my statement, "I thought as much, considering what you said earlier."

I nodded absently, tracing random pictures on the chair arm. "Uh-huh. . ."

"So, why do you have to sit here?"

I looked up, snapping back into reality, "What? Oh . . . it's my punishment for having anger issues. . ." I stood up, pacing around the room, "God, I'm so BORED!"

He chuckled at my boredom, "You get bored easily, don't you, mortal?"

I nodded, still pacing, "Yes, yes I do. And when I get bored, I try to entertain myself, but I can't sneak up on anyone while I'm in here. . ." I giggled slightly, "But, eventually, someone will come in here, and I'll make a run for it then!"

"Oh? How so?"

I laughed, "Well . . . if you hear angry yelling . . . you could probably guess what happened. . ."

He grinned, chuckling slightly, "Ah, I see. . ."

Just as I predicted, a few moments later, an angry and annoyed Fury burst into the room, "Robin, where are my limo keys?"

I pulled off an authentically confused and surprised face, "Your what?"

He glared at me and said it slower and louder, "My. Limo. Keys."

"Oh!" I replied, keeping a straight face, "I don't know, sir, where did you last see them?"

"They were in my pocket, and now they're not."

"Did they fall out somewhere?"

"I don't know! You probably stole them!"

"I can assure you, sir, that I did no such thing!" As proof, I stuck my hands in my pockets and pulled out the insides, no contents in either of them.

"Then where could they be?"

I shrugged, "They probably did fall out somewhere while you were walking, then." I then got an idea, "I could help you look again, if you want!"

"No, you're to stay at your post."

"But it's almost time to eat, sir, so I'd be leaving my post soon anyway. . ."

He stood firm, "No, you can't leave your post early. That would put no meaning to your punishment."

I sighed, "Okay . . . but can I at least spar with Agent Romanoff after dinner?"

He narrowed his eye, "No."

"Please? It will help us prepare for later . . . and I promise I won't cause any more mischief during the mission!"

"How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"If I don't. . ." I thought for a moment, and sighed, "If I don't keep my word . . . you can move me down here for the rest of the mission. . ."

Fury nodded, "Okay." He left to continue his search.

I let out a breath I was holding in and plopped back down on the chair, putting a hand to my forehead. "Wow," an all too familiar voice said with a chuckle, "That was a very convincing lie you just told there, mortal, even I almost believed you."

I looked at Loki, "And now I've dug myself a bigger hole . . . anyone wanna lend me a shovel to help me dig myself out?"

He laughed, flashing me a grin, "It will be interesting to see how you get yourself out of this mess you caused."

I narrowed my eyes and said sarcastically, "Gee, thanks. . ."

We sat there in silence for a while, with me occasionally trying to find a way to keep myself from dying of boredom. Eventually, it was finally time for me to go and eat dinner. As soon as Fury came in to relieve me of my duty, I ran out of there faster than you could say "leaping lizards".

I sat down at a table with the rest of the team, poking at the food on my plate with a fork. "How was your first day stuck with Reindeer Games?" Stark teased lightly.

I looked up and groaned, "Boring as hell. . ."

He laughed, "Don't worry, Sparky, I'm sure it will get better."

I shook my head, "No, no it won't! I get bored easily and when I'm bored, I do stupid things!"

"What kind of stupid things?" Bruce asked, joining in on the conversation.

"Well, you know those times when you get an idea . . . and you know it's bad . . . but you STILL do it? That's what I do when I'm bored. . ."

Steve nodded in agreement, "Yeah, like the time you decided to practice using your fire power inside?" We both winced slightly at the memory.

Stark face palmed, "Really, Robin?"

"I was a little kid! I didn't know houses were flammable!"

He shook his head, "Wow. . ."

Natasha just sat there, quietly laughing, "Why can I imagine that happening?"

I giggled a bit, "Because you know I'm a pyromaniac."

She laughed, "You always were a Демон не[1]."

I nodded and giggled, "Да, но не забывайте о моей ниндзя навыков![2]"

She grinned, "Это очень верно![3]"

Stark widened his eyes and looked to Steve, "They're speaking in Russian and laughing . . . should we be worried?"

Steve shrugged, "I don't know. . ."

I laughed, "It's not our fault that you don't know the language of our people."

Stark rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. . ."

I snapped my fingers, "Oh, yeah! Before I forget, Tash, are you up for sparring after dinner?"

Natasha blinked, "Aren't you in trouble with Fury?"

"Well . . . yeah, but I struck a deal with Mad-Eye so I could spar with you."

"Wow, must have been one hell of a deal if he agreed so soon after you got in trouble . . . what was it?"

"I promised that I wouldn't cause any more mischief. And to make sure I keep my word, Mad-Eye can move me to the prison room if I do cause any more trouble."

Natasha widened her eyes, "Oh! Well good luck trying to keep your word, then!"

I nodded, "Thanks. I'll probably need it!


[1] Russian for: little demon

[2] Russian for: Yes, but don't forget about my ninja skills!

[3] Russian for: That is very true!

Just a side note, the translations here are probably not entirely correct, I used an online translator, so yeah.