AN: Hey guys, glad you could make it to the second chapter of my fic! I love each and every one of you who reads this!

SPOILER ALERT! IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE FIRST FIVE SEASONS OF SUPERNATURAL DO NOT PROCEED!

"Okay, you can't tell me that you were traveling around the country for your entire life almost and then one day you just stopped." Darcy's beer hung in her hand.

"It's true, just uh, decided to settle down." Dean leaned back and shrugged.

"No." The girl deadpanned. "No, that's not like you. You do not 'just settle down' Mr. Winchester. You fuck around and then fuck off."

"Because you know me so well." Dean half smiled.

"I know you enough to know that what your telling me is bullshit. Now spill, what really happened?" She sipped her drink, cocking her eyebrow at him.

"Honestly?" Dean paused. "I made a promise to my brother that I would and that's what I did."

"Or tried to do." Darcy corrected him. "I don't see any wife or kid or picket fence, mister. Remind me not to make you promise anything."

Dean winced at that. "And what about you? How does a party girl such as yourself start working with an astrophysicist?"

"Well, I wanted to stay at home or maybe crash at a friend's place while I worked on a degree in political science but my dad is such a science freak that he demanded I do something sciency. So, I picked something as far away and tiny and easy as possible so I could get away from him and not have to do any work." Darcy smiled.

"I guess that didn't really work out what with the norse gods coming down to visit."

"Yeah, now that Jane knows that there's something out there she's dead set on contacting her boyfriend and is kicking my ass while she's at it." Darcy looked down. "But I love her, so it's okay."

"Well it's nice to hear that somebody loves somebody." Dean raised his beer. Darcy followed in suit. "To love kicking ass." Dean said.

"To love kicking ass." Darcy repeated and the two drank.

"I don't think there's enough alcohol in the world to make this make sense." Mali curled up against one of the armory's four walls and buried her head in her knees.

"Get over it, you've been through worse." Natasha kicked her on the thigh softly.

"If it is any help, I am just as shocked to meet you as well." Fenris knelt down to face her. "I never expected that my blood would be used to build soldiers."

"Yeah, well it didn't. It just fucked me up. Because of you I can't remember my family, my hair is white, I can't age and if one little emotion gets out of hand, everybody dies." Mali spat, stood up and walked to the other side of the room.

"I am sorry, but I had no control over what they did. I was only a supplier at the time." Fenris rushed after her. "It wasn't until years after they started experimenting that they started to train me, turn me into an assassin."

Mali crossed her arms. "How-" She began. "How did you become this?"

Fenris sighed. "I did not become this, I was born like this." A hand went through his hair. "Created, really. Loki is my master, I must obey his every command. I've been around for thousands of years, wondering this Earth that by the time I was discovered by SHIELD and they demanded my blood, I did not care. I was useless, no point in-"

"Okay, okay stop." Mali waved her hands up in the air. "I don't want to hear you whine about how you were so tortured and found a way to move on with life through assassinations and love and all that bullshit. I just want to know if Loki has any control over me."

"Tell us how you really feel." Natasha commented sarcastically.

That caught the older wolf off guard. He had never thought that those experimented on would have to serve Loki as well. "I do not know." Was all he said.

Mali groaned. She took Natasha by the arm and the two exited the room. "Thanks for all your help and fucking up my life." She said over her shoulder.

And Fenris was left alone. A hand reached up and itched at his neck. Even after all these years, even if no one could see it, he could feel it rubbing against his skin every second. The ribbon that cursed him, bound him to the gods of Asgard.

Mali banged her head on the metal wall as she sat and waited. She should have been in the lab with Bruce, but she would honestly rather be as close to Natasha as possible than in the same room with a fellow monster. Of course, on the other side of the door in front of her was a monster even more sinister than she or Bruce or even Fenris.

A loud bang came out of no where and Mali jumped. Loki's raspy voice could barely be heard through the door and the young girl pressed her ear against it to try and make out what he was saying.

He stopped and Nat's voice was just a whisper compared to his.

"You're a monster." The Black Widow hung her head. Loki smirked.

"Oh no, you brought the monster." The God let his hand slide from the glass.

The red head turned around, no sign of tears or shame on her face. "So Banner, that's yo-" A choking sound came from the human girl and she grabbed her throat. Her eyes glowed bright green and then darkened, the mossy color spreading through the veins of her face and fading once they reached her hairline. She let go of her throat and stared down at the very confused Loki.

In a deep voice she said, "You will not win." And then the bright green beamed once more, making Natasha cry out in pain and fall over.

The metal door opened to reveal Mali standing in a black catsuit much like Nat's. Without a single look at Loki, she rushed over to Natasha, kneeling over to hold her head in her hands.

"What did you do to her?" Mali glared up at him.

Loki opened his mouth to make a sly comment, mess with her mind, but the shock of what had just occurred was still settling in. He needed to get out, now. He watched silently as Mali picked the Black Widow up and carried her from the room.

"And where have you been?" Bruce gently pointed a finger at Mali as she once more entered the lab.

"Busy." Was all she said.

"And who are you?" Tony added, walking up to the white haired girl.

"My name is Malakai, but everyone calls me Mali." She sat on a metal stool.

Tony followed. "Well tell me Malakai," She was going to punch him. "Why is your hair white?"

She looked at him through squinted eyes. She had a few options, tell him the horrible truth and break him or lie or just not answer. There was no real reason to cause the man pain, but he was the son of her creator, her torturer and based on the files given to her about him and the rest of those being recruited for the Avengers initiative, the apple had not fallen far from the tree.

"You know, your dad asked me the same thing. Right after he got done pumping chemicals into me." Silence fell. Bruce looked between the two, saw Mali's message and Tony receiving. Obviously Tony did not care for silent death threats.

"Who the fuck are you?" Tony said slowly.

"My name is Malakai Vice, but everyone calls me Mali." The monster smiled. "I'm one of your father's experiments, was anyway until he deemed me a failed one and threw me into a cell for eighty years."

Bruce tried to intervene. "Okay, so I've found a way to locate the cube-"

"Your father is the reason I can't remember my family or know if Malakai is my real name and why I can never be normal." Tony was now towering over her as she glared up at him, but she remained completely unfazed by his attempt at intimidating her. "And now his son is annoying me on my first week out. But at least he's not the most annoying thing. That award goes to SHIELD and their need to use monsters in their sick games. Right now I can name three people, not including me, on this boat who they're going to try and use, even though they have no right in doing so." Mali stood now, close enough to Tony's face she could bite his throat and tear it out without any problem. "Do you want to know who they are? One of them is in this room."

"Miss Vice." Nick Fury's voice interrupted the little war. "I think it's time you went and checked with Agent Hill." Mali didn't break eye contact with Tony. "Now, Malakai."

"Fine." She snapped. Mali threw one more look at Tony before leaving the room.

To the bridge she went. There wasn't much to see except the amazing view of random towns below and Agent Hill calling out commands. Mali sighed and made her way to the small break room they had for all the agents on board. There was no need to go check on Natasha, she was already coming to when Mali had left.

Finally she got a hold of that famous crappy coffee everyone had to deal with. A loud exploding sound rang through the room, causing the two other people in the room to fall over due to the ship shaking and Mali groaned as her drink splashed onto her suit. Throwing the cup away, she went to see what had happened.

Gunfire, shouting and a bleeding Agent Hill. Mali did not feel her skin jump or any bone shaking as bullets flied through the air. What she did feel was a her ear drums protest to Fury's shouting into them. Go get Loki, got it.

"So, finally inviting me into your cozy little apartment?" Darcy leaned against the outside wall of Dean's temporary home as he unlocked his front door.

"Yeah, I figure I shouldn't leave a friend of mine drunk and alone at a bar, especially when she looks like you." Dean smiled and opened the door.

"Aw, you're so sweet." The brunette said, her speech slightly slurred. The blush on her cheeks was seen easily in the light coming from his porch lantern and Dean almost leaned down to kiss her. Instead, he stepped inside and wiped his feet on the small rug he kept in front of his door.

Darcy stepped in, or more of swung inside but stopped. Dean went to the kitchen and poured some water for the two of them. When he came back, he found Darcy ripping the small rug from beneath her feet and finding a devil's trap.

"Oh, Dean how thoughtful, you gave me my own wittle space to play." The girl giggled. "It's a little small, though. Would you mind making it bigger?" She pouted her lips.

Dean walked out of the room.

AN: Okay, thanks for reading! I'll get the next chap up soon. Don't forget to leave a review!

~SDG