It's bad enough that she visited Tony, now Narcissa was alone in the Helicarrier without anyone to talk to. She wasn't really alone; she just didn't like the other people her. They all treated her like a kid with supernatural powers and a totally weird one. Especially that woman named Maria Hill. She never let Narcissa be in the control room for she fears that she might suddenly break things using her mind.

Knock. Knock. She frowned, wondering who it was. She was too annoyed to use her mind reading, since whenever she uses it she hears ALL of the minds in this place. She raised her hand as the door obeyed her command to open. When she heard the person enter, she read its mind.

"Had she already ate? Sir would kill me if she starves herself, again."

"I already ate, don't worry." Narcissa rolled her eyes, irritated by the thoughts of the other female. She really looked like the one from that show 'How I Met Your Mother' that Phil and her usually watch in day offs. She scoffed as she threw a folder on Narcissa's desk. She sat up from her bed and narrowed her eyes at the folder then to her.

Maria shrugged. "Sir wanted you to study the enemy." With that thought, she left without another word.

Narcissa sighed as she looked down at her lap, as the folder floated to her thighs. She flipped it open to see a picture of the so called God of Mischief. He was slick and slender, pale and his dark hair slides back his head. His emerald eyes made her stop from breathing. It was certainly breath-taking. She shook her head violently, knocking back her senses as she blushed red.

What was happening to her? She wasn't sure, yet she didn't want to find out. She flipped the pages and find out that there was only few notes about him. He was from Asgard, son of Odin, brother of Thor, specialize in magic and deception. That was about it.

"Well that wasn't useful at all!" Narcissa threw the folder back to the desk, lying face down on her bed. She buried her still flushed red on her pillow as the image of Loki filled her mind. He was very familiar to her, so much that it scared her. "Loki..."

As she mumbled his name, a vision flashed into her head.

"Narcissa, what are you doing?" a younger version of Loki appeared beside a child Narcissa, who was playing with the coals on the fire. She was making them float, practicing her abilities.

"I'm practicing magic." Her cute innocent voice replied, as she returned the coal back to the fire. Loki smiled as he stroke his hand on her cheek then pinched them. She yelped in pain, and then slapped his hand away, rubbing her red cheek.

"Meanie!" She pouted, folding her arms on her chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, nudging his cheek on her red one. She still didn't bother talking to him, yet the trickster still got tricks up his sleeves. He then pulled back his hand and when it returned in front of her, he was holding a white rose. "Sorry about that Narcissa."

She smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek, making Loki immobilized and blushing pink. "Forgiven." She giggled, glomping him.

Narcissa snapped out of the vision with tears in her eyes. Who was Loki to her and what was that vision about? She covered her face, biting her lip as she trembled. It scared her to not know. It scared her that she had met this villain. And what threatened her is that she might fall for him when they meet in person.

"Come in!" She quickly said, too fast for her taste. She cursed underneath her breath, when Tony opened the door, tilting his head.

"You're abilities are fast enough to notice me." He chuckled, sitting on the chair beside the desk. "You must be thinking of me a lot, huh?"

"Quite the opposite, Tony." Came her reply. "What are you doing here anyway?" Tony shrugged, noticing the folder on the desk. Before he could pick it up, it floated away from him and landed on Narcissa's stomach. He smirked, standing up and attacked Narcissa. He pinned her down the bed, eyes wandering her body. She blushed heavily, as she tried to use gravity to get him off of her, but she was too preoccupied, by the thought of Loki.

"Please get off." She whimpered, helplessly. Tony was a little surprised that she didn't threw him off like last time, but he slowly let her go and sat on the edge of her bed. "Sorry."

"..." Narcissa didn't respond; instead, she gave him the folder for him to see. Tony stared at it for a moment until he decided to take it and check it out. It was about Loki. Few things to know about him, and what he could do. He looked at it weirdly then back to Narcissa.

Her eyes were emotionless, like she was trying to avoid from breaking into tears. "Is there something about Loki that's bothering you?"

"..." She remained quiet. Tony sighed and didn't bother waiting for her reply; he placed the folder back to the desk and went out the door.

When he took hold of the knob, "Please tell Black Widow to come visit me." A soft plea was made from the young girl, hugging her pillow.

He nodded and smiled back to her, "Alright."