New Start: Chapter 2
This is my first posting ever! Please read and review. I would love to hear your comments about whether I should continue or not. This is the second chapter already. Posting this to see if I've figured out how to worl this darn thing! So yippee! Extra early chapter!:) Please no nasty comments. Stick to constructive critiscm please:)
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"It's been a week! Where is Thor? Wouldn't his all seeing eye be able to tell him that Loki's here?" Stark was ranting...again. Everyone else was just as confused, but they went ahead letting Tony complain for them to save them the oxygen.
"Maybe there was an issue in Asgard, and he hasn't been able to get away?" Suggested Bruce. Clint had had enough and decided to head to bed.
Ever since the New York incident, Hawkeye had changed. He was more irritable and got little sleep due to nightmares. There was something about Loki that got to him no matter what. He growled as his thoughts once again turned towards the Trickster and tried to fall asleep to the muffled sounds of drunken speeches down the hall.
Loki's Cell
"AHHHHHH!" Loki shot up from the bench drenched in a cold sweat. He could still feel the flames and clawing hands on him. He cursed himself for falling asleep. To shake off the never ending exhaustion, Loki started pacing in his cell. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the glass.
Fury was staring right at him. Loki's mind blanked in panic, but he composed himself before the director saw it.
"Can I help you, Director Fury?" He tried to put as much malice behind it as he could. The more he kept them from wanting to come in his cell, the better. Fury's glower deepened.
"How and why are you here? I thought we sent you off with your brother, you little psychopath." Loki smirked.
"Well, obviously that didn't work. Though, I doubt it will be long, before the big idiot decides to try again. Where is dear Thor, by the way? I'm surprised he hasn't come to see me yet. " He could feel his illusion slipping from his weary grasp, so to try and ease the tension, he casually sat down on the bench and leaned forward. Despite his best efforts, Fury easily caught his drooping eyelids and smirked.
"You tired? Must be exhausting getting your butt kicked and then landing right back where you started." Rather than rise to the jest, Loki just let it slide and nonchalantly leaned back.
"It was a good work out, I'll admit, but nothing I couldn't handle. Maybe, I'm merely tired of your useless attempts at interrogation." Fury scowled, but decided it was a better idea to leave now before he did something that could cause an intergalactic incident.
Once the director was gone, Loki slumped forward. He didn't lose his illusion but he didn't hide his pained grimaces, thinking no one was there to see it.
Up a few floors, in a security room, a figure was watching a live feed to the Trickster's cell. His brow furrowed at what he saw. What was going on?
Confrence Room
Fury came up from the cell and called for a conference. The Avengers minus Thor settled in, anxious to hear what the ol' pirate had to say.
"I think it would be best if Loki was kept here under your supervision for the time being." They all looked surprised and a little miffed, but Stark plain overreacted. He jumped out of his seat, flinging his glass in the air.
"What!? You want to keep a psycho Norse god, that threw me out of my own window, in my tower?! Why don't you take him to SHIELD so he can be under armed surveillance 24/7?" The director sighed.
"Because, I trust you all to be able to handle him, and I don't trust the other agents at SHIELD to not try something that would cause an intergalactic incident. So, Loki will be staying here, and so will all of you until Thor gets back and all of this gets cleared up. And, Barton," Hawkeye looked up, already anticipating what was coming.
"I trust you more than most, but try anything, you so much as leave a mark on him, and I'll... well secretly I'd commend you for it, but as the director of an agency for the protection of this great country, I would be forced to suspend you. Is that clear?"
"Crystal, Sir." And with a final flourish of his leather coat and roar of his own jet, Director Fury was gone. Stark groaned and leaned back.
"Alright, I nominate someone else to take the first round of babysitting."
Midnight in the Kitchen
Clint was hunched over a cup of quickly cooling coffee when Natasha found him.
"Couldn't sleep again, huh?" It was more of a statement than an answer, but he nodded anyway. They had had the Trickster in custody for a while now, and Thor still hadn't shown up, and Loki still didn't say why he was on Midgard and Stark Tower, of all places.
"I swear, it's like he's still in my head." He heard his partner sigh.
"I know. He's a monster that used you and compromised you. That's not something that you can just forget. But you are you now, Clint, and if you ever need me, you know where I am." With that, she left him with his now wasted cup of bitterness.
When he found sleep was futile once more, he went back to his recently acquired obsession. He watched the old security tapes from when Loki first showed up at SHIELD base and when he was enjoying his time in the Hulk's cage. He caught something this time though, that he had never seen before.
"Jarvis! Stop and rewind." The AI did as he was asked and stopped on a close up view of Loki's face. Clint stopped breathing and his mind blanked.
"Holy crap..."
R&R! Por favor! Will update this after I test run my other fics:)
