Chapter 2 - S.H.I.E.L.D.

I had been living peacefully in Midgard for many years now. I had even managed to create a celebrity status for myself. I was part of a band, we played concerts... I had made a successful life for myself and I was enjoying it. I felt that I blended in well with the whole Midgardian "community". Nobody suspected a thing. They all just thought that I was a regular rock-guitarist/celebrity and thought none of it.

I found it quite astonishing that I had reached celebrity status. We were quite famous, as a band and I had been living a life of touring, gigs and guitars for several years... until one night.

The night I got captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.. They could have picked me up any time they wanted. I mean, I didn't exactly hide from the public. But they chose one particular night... and I was desperate to find the reason.

I woke up after a night of torturous dreams to find myself slumped against a concrete wall. My head hurt like hell and my clothes were sticking to me with the sweat.

It had been two weeks since I had been captured and my spirits were considerably dampened. It didn't stop me from being aloof and sarcastic, but when I was on my own tears ran freely down my cheeks. I stared at the wall of my cell the whole time, not daring to look at the guard who came to take me to the interrogation room every morning.

I lifted my head in an attempt to make myself slightly more comfortable; I made it worse. My head felt like it was about to explode. I looked down at myself, noting the many cuts and bruises that lined my arms. I also couldn't help but see the huge chains and the shackles which encompassed my wrists and ankles, binding me to the wall.

There was a mumbling from outside and a rattling of keys, but I heard no metal scraping in the lock. It sounded as if some guards were having a conversation. There were two voices coming from outside my cell, and I heard no sign of them coming to collect me so leaned closer to the door, ignoring the shooting pain that went through my arms and legs.

"What's up with this one then?" One muttered. I could hear quite clearly through the door, thanks to the small opening where my food came through being open.

"Fury wanted her in 'ere, 'way from 'im." The other one, he sounded as if he was closer to the door, replied. His accent was thick and English.

"Away from who?" The first man's accent was most certainly American.

"Loki of course..." The English guard lowered his voice to a hush and I heard him still his keys in the palm of his hand, preventing them from jangling around any more. My heart jumped erratically as I heard his name. Loki. Loki's here? So he was the reason that I was cooped up in here. They must know that I would join forces with him if he did anything evil... which no doubt, he would. I knew my husband very well.

"Oh right." The American had dropped to a whisper too. I leaned even closer to the door and knocked my chains, making them ring. The guards obviously heard and I felt the familiar, daunting scrape of key in lock.

Making a choice quickly, I decided that I was going to fight my way out. I was going to fight my way out and get to Loki. The first guard stepped in, the English one. He gawped down at me and I stared steadily back at him, waiting for his move.

He jumped and grabbed both my arms in his beefy hands, pulling me up to a standing position. He began shouting at me in his Cockney accent.

"You thought you'd do a bit of eavesdroppin' did ya?" I laughed in his face, watching him react. He grinned a toothless grin back at me and threw me to the floor again.

I landed on the chains. They dug into my back, causing shooting pains to go through my whole body. I struggled to get back up again, the pain in my head becoming worse.

He laughed at me, the other guard joining in. I smirked and pulled at all my remaining reserves of energy. I hadn't much left after the two weeks of torture, but I was certainly going to use what I had left.

I leapt at the biggest guard, the English one, striking him full in the face and knocking him out. I admit, sometimes I don't realise my own strength...

The other guard looked slightly stunned but I hooked my leg around his ankle and tripped him over before he could do anything.