Loki was not surprised when his door opened as the two people walked in. In truth, he knew they'd come to him eventually. Try to get him to tame his beast. Fury walked right up to him, although Charles stayed by the door. Fury stood in front of him for a moment, staring down at him.

"You can subdue her?" Well, he got right to the point at least.

Loki smirked, eyes boring into the man."And why should I? What is in it for me?"

"You made this thing." Fury stated, eyes sharp. Xavier frowned at his wording regarding the woman, but remained silent.

"And that makes me responsible for her actions?"

Director Fury frowned. "Yes, it does actually." He expected a snark remark from Loki, but was surprised to see the look of deep thought cross his face.

After what felt like an eternity, Loki spoke up. "Curiosity killed the cat." He smiled, looking up into Fury's face. "One session."

Since her out burst they had asked Stark to make better restraints. Now she was chained down to the floor, a metal blindfold-headband of some sort covering her eyes. Tony claimed they would absorb the energy she gave out and flow it back out into the air. They didn't bother asking him how he made them, only asking one thing "Will it work?"

Tony was nearly insulted when they had asked.

Sarah was on her knees, chained down and panting heavily. It was obvious she was trying to break out of her bonds, obviously not found of them. Her teeth bared, her lips curling back when she tried, only stopping when she heard the door open.

She cocked her head to the side, ceasing her frivolous attempt at escaping, and listened as foot steps drew closer.

She jerked away from the hands that touched her cheek, lips curling downward. Strong hands grasped the back of her neck and held her in place. A sharp pressure pushed down on her the metal covering her eyes before it was removed. She blinked several times before glaring at the agents surrounding her, guns pointed right at her face.

Loki walked in behind them silently, her eyes following him as he kneeled down in front of her.

He looked at her for a second before turning his head and motioning for the guards to leave. "Get out."

They exchanged looks with each other, not moving. Director Fury's voice sparked to life over an intercom.

"Do as he says."

Several of the men grumbled to themselves, but did as they were told. Once they were gone, Loki sighed, turning to look at Sarah once more. They didn't talk, but just stared at each other for a moment. Eventually Loki moved his legs forward, sitting down on the floor cross legged.

"You look like an animal." He sighed.

The corner of her lip twitched upwards and she jerked in his general direction, unable to move much in her chains.

Loki didn't react, but instead looked her up and down for a moment before raising his arm towards her. She jerked back, but once again didn't have a lot of room to move.

Loki casually laid his palm against her heart, and the other over his own before dropping both his hands to his lap. Her body went slack in her chains, and they both bowed their heads.

He looked around the rooftop, his hair blowing in the light breeze. In front of him she stood, wearing a pure white dress and facing the scene over playing in front of them. Black widow stood, holding a spear, and it pointed right at her heart. She was crying, and although he could not hear it, he knew if she could scream she would be.

Loki walked forward a few steps, moving to stand right beside her. Her dark black hair was blowing in the wind, dress fluttering softly. Her face was as blank as ever.

Loki thought she looked beautiful; calm like this.

He turned his head forward again and watched in silence.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her head slowly turn in his direction. He stared straight ahead. The widow's mouth was moving, but he could hear nothing. He watched, glancing up, noticing Iron man fly into the worm hole.

"Why are you here?" She asked, her voice almost sad.

Loki turned to look at her calmly. He thought for a brief moment. "Because I can feel your pain." He looked forward again, just in time to see Natasha stab her. "And I don't want to."

As the her in the memory began to scream, Sarah winced and turned away from the scene. As she did, it and her dissolved away into black dust, blowing away in the breeze.

Loki turned around and was now facing a different scene.

Clint Barton was beating up a woman in a chair, who was sobbing, her hands tied behind her back.

He stood watching, before he turned away, not wanting to watch.

He turned and saw himself in the memory, who although, was facing the scene, had his eyes closed and head cocked to the side, brows furrowed.

Sarah stood next to him, looking at his face. She looked at the real Loki, her face a blank mask.

"You disgust me." She walked forward, circling him. The sounds of her sobs and the sickening noises of Barton abusing her body all but filled the room. "You feel no remorse for what is going on; I can sense you feel no guilt." She continued to walk around him, while he stared at his self from the memory. "Yet you can not manage to even look at what you have done."

Her face contorted, anger marring her features. "Why are you here?"

"I told you." Loki stated simply. She gave a cruel laugh, and once again Sarah and the scene dissolved away into black sand. Loki now faced a cliff over looking the ocean, but it was black, and waves stirred angrily. He felt the stinging of rain his his face.

Sarah stood at the edge of the cliff, facing the ocean. She looked over her shoulder, turning her body and holding her arms out, as if beckoning Loki to take in the view.

Her hair whipped around wildly about her face, her clothes soaked, and the rain picked up harder, lighting striking into the ocean behind her.

"Look at what you've done." She said softly. She let her arms fall back down to her sides slowly, and tilted her head back, closing her eyes and taking a long, deep breath. Loki stood there, unmoving and watched her. Sarah opened her eyes, staring at the sky. Lightning stuck and then she was gone. Loki looked around, wondering where she had gone.

The hair on the back of his neck lifted, and he turned just in time to see her raise her arms and push him over the cliff.

He felt the wind whoosh past him, the sound of the nearing waves, angry and demanding.

As soon as he hit, he gasped, his eyes opening. He was standing in Sarah's containment cell, looking down at both their sitting forms.

She walked up from behind him, staring at herself.

"Your magic flows though my soul." She whispered voice hoarse with some emotion he couldn't place. Loki looked at her, but she just stared at her body, her knees bending as she kneeled down, reaching a hand out to her own cheek. "Your blood flows through my body." She visibly shivered. "We are bound."

Loki bent down, looking at his own face. "That is why I am here." He said, closing his eyes.

Then he opened them.

Sarah opened hers too, and she slowly lifted her face, sweat glistening over he forehead. They stared at each other for a moment, before, wordlessly, Loki stood and left the room.

Her eyes followed him the entire way.

"Hello Sarah."

She said nothing, but just watched the man roll up to where she was. As usual she couldn't move, chained to the floor as she was. At least they hadn't put the blindfold back on.

"I hear you've had a session with Loki this morning." She didn't respond. "How was that?"

Sarah met his gaze, unblinking. Xavier let out a sigh, looking down at the file in his lap.

"He was in my head."

Xavier looked up, startled. She'd spoken so softly, he wasn't sure she had even said anything. Not to mention she almost never responded to him. "Excuse me?"

Sarah looked away now, eyes glazing over. "He was in my mind." Her breath hitched. "Not even you can go there." She whispered. She looked at him for a brief moment, her eyes filling with tears. "Am I a bad person?" Sarah looked at his eyes for no more then a second before staring at the wall again.

"Sarah?" Xavier leaned his shoulders forward a bit, craning his neck to look at her face. She just continued to stare at the wall, eyes far off, like she was some where else.

She didn't respond to him, and after almost fifteen minutes, Xavier decided to leave.

As he turned his chair, he looked over his shoulder at her, sighing. "No, you're not a bad person Sarah."

Her tears finally spilled over on to her cheeks, her face never changing.

Xavier left the room, going to the observation room. The fact that Bruce wasn't there didn't pass by him, although he didn't comment on that fact.

"I think her session with Loki did good. She was actually responsive today."

Fury sighed, rubbing his fore head and turning from the computers in the room. "What exactly are you saying?"

"I'm saying, that more sessions with him might do her some good." Xavier stated.

"She hates him, not to mention Banner would be livid. Hell, Thor doesn't even like it."

"Who even says he'll even agree? He's not exactly the type to agree to helping people." Agent Hill interjected, turning. "He'd find a way to use Sarah to his advantage. The only reason he agreed the first time was curiosity. Whatever he'd do to her will not help her in any way, it could even damage her more."
"He'll agree." Xavier stated. "I'm sure of it." He paused a moment, his eye brows furrowing in concentration. "Just don't tell his brother, at least not right away."

Fury sighed. "He doesn't have a brother any more."

"I strongly believe some good will come from it. It might help them both." Xavier said, ignoring Fury's comment about Thor.

"There's no helping him."

"There's always a chance."

When the two men returned to his room, Loki didn't bother letting them speak.

"I'll do it." He said, cutting off whatever sentence Fury was about to say.

There was a hesitant pause. "You'll do what exactly?" Fury stated, sounding angry. Or maybe that just just the natural infliction of his voice.

"I'll talk to her again."

The director opened his mouth to speak, but Xavier beat him to it.

"We would like you to talk to her on a daily basis, and if possible, help her in controlling the power inside of her, so the veil on her mind can be lifted."

Loki gave him a smirk. "We'll see."

Fury frowned at him, scowling. "I expect results in no less then a week." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, obviously not happy with the idea. Xavier stared at Loki for a moment longer, Loki staring back at him. With a dreary sigh, Xavier turned and rolled out of the room. Loki smiled after them.

"The fools."

The next day, Loki walked in her room, the agents following him stopping at the door and shutting it behind him. For a moment he stood by the door, staring at Sarah as she stared back at him. He frowned, turning and grabbing a chair from the desk. Pulling it in front of her, he sat down in it backwards, resting his arms against the top, leaning forward casually. She glared at him as he let his finger tips brush across her forehead.

In a second, he closed his eyes, and his mind was whisked away.

He saw standing behind her once again in that stupid white dress. He studied her back a moment, ignoring the slight drizzle that here. Loki took a step back, remembering how last time he was here she'd shoved him over that very same cliff. The sun was setting, and it's afternoon light made the rain glitter like little diamonds as it fell.

Seconds past. Minutes. Neither spoke, and Sarah just stood there, staring off into the sea. Loki nearly jumped at her voice, so soft and dangerous.

"I've killed people." She stated. Her hair blew softly behind her. A sigh shook her entire body. "I've never been a great person, maybe not even a good person sometimes..." Her head looked downwards before she turned to look at him. "I had never thought I would kill someone some day."

"It gets easier."

"It was easy before, and that's what scares me."

"How easy it was to kill someone?" Loki asked, scanning her face.

"How easy it was to loose control." She smiled slightly, but it didn't reach her eyes. "To let the power take over. Fighting it hurt so much, it felt good to surrender myself to it."

Loki puckered his lips, walking to the side with his hands behind his back. He studied a boulder for a moment before sitting. He brushed some dirt off his trousers with the back of his hand, looking away. "The first time I used magic, I was a boy. It was a weak little spell, but It was the first I'd ever gotten right." He looked at her. "That little rush of the power was the best feeling I've ever felt. "

"Like electricity, running down your spine and intertwining through my soul." She said, softly, staring at the sunset.

Loki turned his eyes, looking to the sky. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again. "It's calmer today." He stated, holding his hand out to catch some rain drops.

"What a strange sight to see; I feel like I haven't seen a sky so clear in years."

"Insanity can do that to you." Loki stated, earning a soft chuckle from Sarah.

They didn't talk for the rest of the time. She stood there, watching the sun set, and Loki sat, watching her, eyes following the tendrils of her hair as they blew in the breeze, dark as night.

"How was your session with Loki today?" Xavier asked her, trying to meet her gaze. She wouldn't look up from her hands in her lap. "What do you talk about, you and him?" Nothing. He tried again. "What happens when you talk to him?"

She just stared at her palms, face unwavering. Xavier sighed.

"We watched the sun set." She whispered, her eyes never leaving her palms.

Sarah didn't respond to any more questions that day.

Bruce gave a shuttering sigh, head in his hand and staring down at the bottle of whiskey on his desk. Drinking was exceptionally dangerous for someone like himself, knowing he could loose control just that much easier.

He was surprised at himself, realizing her didn't care. With a grunt, Bruce lifted the bottle to his lips once more, wincing at the burning taste.

Loki. Loki of all people she was seeing now. She refused to talk to Bruce, even got angry that one time they mentioned it.

Now she was going to be seeing him every morning? Bruce scowled, taking another large gulp. He hated the idea of them together, knowing this was all his fault in the first place. They didn't even consult him on the idea either, the just told him.

He slammed his palm against the table, giving a short yell. There was a knock at the door, but Bruce ignored it.

Another knock. Another drink.

He winced away from the light that poured in as his door was opened.

"Doctor.?" Bruce almost groaned out loud at hearing his name coming from that voice. "Are you okay?"

Bruce turned his head away. "Please, just go away."

Natasha stood at the door for a moment, her form black against the light from the hall. She reached out and flipped the light switch, causing Bruce to wince, a growl escaping from his throat.

He heard her sigh heavily, and Natasha closed the door softly behind her. "Bruce, that's not going to help anyone." He gave her a curt laugh.

"It seems to be helping me just fine thank you."

Nat walked over, pulling a chair next to Bruce and sitting in it, leaning towards him and resting her elbows on her knees. Her eyes went up and down his form several times, taking in his bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and wrinkled shirt. Bruce glanced at her for half a second before looking away and taking another drink.

"Don't look at me like that."

"I don't know what-"

"You look like her when you look at me like that."

Natasha felt her eyes narrow in confusion, brows drawing together. "Excuse me?"

Bruce gave a laugh, eyes examining his bottle. "Your eyes are cold and you are heartless." He paused a moment tensing his lips. "Just like her." He took another long drink.

Nat frowned slightly at his words, a part of her mind telling her to ignore the comment. He clearly wasn't think straight.

She ignored that thought. "I am not heartless." Her voice was soft.

Banner laughed once more, before bringing the bottle again. Natasha reached forward and put her hand on his, halting the bottle before it touched his lips.

"Bruce..." Her voice was soft, and very unlike her. "Please."

Banner jerked his hand away, pushing himself away from the desk and standing. "What? Okay?" He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "What do you expect from me? I am USELESS!" Bruce threw the bottle as he yelled the last word, and Nat winced slightly as it exploded against the wall. Fear wired itself down her spine, hoping the Hulk didn't make an appearance.

She gave him a moment to compose himself. "She'll come around. Just give her time."

"And in the mean time watch as she spends all her time with that... that monster?!" Bruce shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Natasha walked forward slowly, putting a hand on his shoulder. She half expected him to shrug out from under her hand, but was pleasantly surprised when he relaxed instead. He leaned his head back towards the ceiling, running his palms across his face.

"Do you want to get out of here? Maybe clear your head? I can arrange something." Bruce didn't respond right away, so she continued. "Maybe some fresh air will do you good."

Slowly, Bruce nodded his head, letting his hands fall from his face.

"Good. Come on then."

Natasha turned, walking towards the door. Bruce stared at her for a long moment before following.

Before her third session with Loki the next morning, she had an unexpected visitor.

Guards came in, like usual when she had a visitor, and they led her to the table, chaining her feet down to the floor, and hands in cuffs connected to her feet by one long chain. She supposed they deemed it safe enough to let her up the floor, and she wasn't going to question it.

She was wholly surprised at the man who entered her room.

They locked eyes as soon as he walked in. He gave a hand motion, telling the guards to leave the room. Sarah felt her brow go up ever so slightly. Obviously he wasn't afraid of her. The only one who had the spine to be alone with her was Loki.

He sat at the table, lying his palms against the table, smoothing an already smooth piece of paper that was there.

They sat in silence for a moment, eyes locked on each other.

He finally opened his mouth to speak.

"I know it won't mean much to you, but I wanted you to know, although I wasn't in control of my actions, I feel very... sorry for what I did to you."

She stared at him, not saying anything. He met her gaze, not looking away. Which in general surprised her. Usually people looked away by now, feeling uncomfortable.

"You're right. It doesn't mean much to me." Her voice was cold. The man across from her didn't flinch, but his eyes grew sad. In a second of pity, although she knew not where it came from, she reassured him. "It doesn't mean much to me, because it wasn't you." She sniffed, looking away and choosing to stare blankly at the wall, as if bored.

Barton stared at her for a long moment, before nodding once, lifting himself to his feet, hands still on the table.

"I'm still sorry."

Sarah didn't bother responding to that sentence as he left.

Before you even think it; no, Bruce and Natasha are not going to become a couple. She is just trying to comfort him. :)