Level -3 was the lowest floor in HQ, and where they kept the dangerous people. It would be easy to drop by, pretend I was delivering something and take a peek. I walked with a spring in my step towards the elevator.

The moment I got to level -3, it was obvious something was different. All the cells lining the hall were empty. Normally there was five people in there, give or take a few. Now there was nobody. No prisoners, but no guards either. If Loki himself was here, shouldn't there be more guards? Maybe Banner and Foster were pulling my leg, and this was all just an elaborate prank. But no way would the higher-ups permit such a thing to happen, even if Banner was one of their personal favorites.

I walked through the labyrinth like corridors of the prison level, until I heard voices. I froze. I strained my ears to hear who it was. "I dunno, man. I think we deserve a raise…" S.H.I.E.L.D workers, then. Probably guarding something. Guard-duty wasn't the most coveted job among agents. Guarding what? I had a guess. And a plan.

I strode confidently towards the guards. The moment I entered the room they were in, I scanned it with my eyes. A small rectangular room with no windows. Which made sense, since we were underground. There was however, one wall that was almost entirely glass, except for a metal doorway. Through the glass wall, I could see a circular glass cell-like room, with a metal walkway around it. I couldn't see if the cell was inhabited, because of the metal doorway, but why else would the guards be there?

The guards noticed me almost right away. One pulled a gun- though I could tell by the shape it was only a stunning gun. Of course, with S.H.I.E.L.D., you never know. It could hsve knocked me out for two years, with their tech. "You're not authorized to be here?"

I raised an eyebrow quizzically- something I'd been practicing at home. "Really? Why'd the elevator let me down?"

The guards looked at each other in a 'I dunno' kind of way. The guard with the stun gun lowered it.

I raised my hands up in a surrender pose. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just here to hurt you, or anything. I just want to see the prisoner."

The guard shook his head. "Nuh uh, sweetie. Not cleared for access."

I smiled 'sweetly', a little annoyed at him calling me 'sweetie'. I held up my badge hanging on my lanyard. "Messenger. Cleared for access everywhere." My sweet, girly smile may or may not have turned into a full-on smirk.

The other guard shrugged. "Scan your badge. If it let's you in, you're free to go."

My smirk smile flickered. I wasn't actually sure if my badge would let me in. I didn't actually have anything to deliver, but I had to keep up the act if I wanted to see the mischief-maker myself. I strode up to the metal door confidently as I could and held my badge up to the scanner, and held my breath. Beep-beep. The door opened for me. I let out the breath and smiled overly sweetly at the guards. "Thank you." I walked through the door, and peered curiously into the glass cell.

I saw a twin-sized bed. I saw a bedside table with a glass of water and a book. I saw a stool. I saw a corner with two more books. I did not, however, see a 'god'.

I turned towards the room the guards are in and made a confused gesture with my hands. Where? I mouthed.

The guards looked amused. One of them pressed a button near the door, I heard a click, and then his voice. An intercom. "He still has some of his powers. Weakened, but as far as we know, the only ones he has currently are teleportation- but only within his cell, of course- and invisibility."

I nodded, and peered into the cell again, slightly disturbed that he could be right in front of me and I wouldn't know it.

The click came again, and the guard added, "Look for a silver ring, probably close to the ground. He has an ankle cuff, which is the main drain of his powers. It resists his invisibility."

I nodded again and examined the cell carefully. But before I could find the ankle cuff, he appeared, right in front of my face, a deranged grin on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. Loki was gaunt. His black hair hung lank around his chin, his cheeks are hollow, and his eyes look sunken. He had the face of someone who could have been handsome, if taken better care of. The grin faded into a look of utmost rage.

He turned away from me and suddenly disappeared, only to reappear feet away. He overturned the bedside table, sending the glass of water flying. It must have been plastic, because it didn't break. The water splashed everywhere. He was screaming. The bed, the books, the stool, flung around the small room. One of the books hit the glass in front of my face. I jumped, but was interested. When the book hit the glass, the glass had glowed gold. It must have been Asgardian tech.

He reappeared in front of me again. He screamed- more like a roar really,and stood there breathing heavily, staring me in the eyes. Loki's eyes were startlingly green, and seemed to stare right into my soul. I strode quickly away, but in the back of my mind, I was already making plans to visit again. Three books, a bed, a stool and a table was hardly entertainment.

AN: Tada! Chapter Two. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, so keep your eye out. And a shout-out to missy126 for being the first reviewer! Thanks so much! I should also probably mention that I don't own Marvel, the Avengers, or Loki. Though I wish I did. Also, please don't sue me, I don't want to go to jail, and I'm broke.