I was tripping over myself, trying to get the Hell out of that room. Fury had sent me to interrogate Loki, not have a complete confessional with him.
I was in deep shit now.
"Agent Henna," Fury stopped me. "You're earpiece is off. Why?"
I stopped. "I thought Loki would trust me more if he didn't think I was spying," I lied. Truthfully, I was just sick of hearing Fury's voice over and over.
"I have news," he said gravely. "About your sister."
My blood ran cold. "Amanda?"
He nodded. "She's dead. A drive by shooter went by your house and she was in the yard. I'm sorry."
I had nothing to say. This had to be a dream. Yes! That was right. I mean, Loki could never really want to apologize, right? And Amanda couln't really be dead. I pinched myself to be sure.
It hurt.
Shit.
Because Fury wasn't lying.
"No," I whispered. "No!"
I felt the tears before they came. The familiar pang between my eyes that told me I was going to cry. I spun on my heels and raced through the halls, ignoring the shouting and yelling behind me. I don't think I've ever run faster in my life.
Then someone stopped me. I didn't know who, but I collapsed in their arms into a fit of sobs.
"What's wrong?" They asked me, their voice muffled by the ringing in my ears.
"Amanda," I managed.
The person held me out at arms length. Through my blurred vision I could see Natasha's red hair. "What do you mean?" She asked.
"She's dead," I choked. Then I froze and rubbed my eyes. Then I blinked at Agent Romanoff. "...Right?"
Nat frowned. "Not that I know of," she said.
I immediately pressed the speak button on my earpiece. "Fury," I said. "Is Amanda really dead?"
Silence. Then, "no, Henna, she is not. Please come see me in my office."
I glared and Fury over his desk. "What kind of sick idea was this?!" I demanded, hands on my hips. "Making me believe my sister was dead when she wasn't? And then somehow making my powers deactivate? You'd better have a good explanation, Mister."
Fury folded his hands. "We were testing you. To show you that you can't always rely on your abilities in a pinch, that you need to trust the people around you."
"But they weren't in on it," I pointed out.
"Agent Hill was. She was the one to give you the serum that put your powers on hold, she slipped it into your water. We didn't tell the others, so they could help you figure out if I was lying or not."
"But how was I supposed to know my powers were on hold?" I pointed out.
Fury thought for a minute. "Good point. In truth, it wasn't a very thought-out plan. But now you need to think: has anyone else told you something you didn't want to believe but nothing came up to tell you they were lying?"
My blood ran cold and I blinked. Only one person had.
Loki.
His entire apology could be a lie. His life story, his... sympathy for what I had gone through... all just him trying to manipulate me. He actually managed to make me feel sorry for him!
Damn it.
"Only... Loki," I said quietly.
"Shit," said Fury... furiously. "Go. See him now. The serum should have worn off by now."
I raised my hand and a letter opener on Fury's desk lifted into the air. "Yep, they're back," I muttered. "And now I have to go converse with the criminal again. Crap."
I left Fury's office and went to Loki's cell. He was sitting on a chair in the corner, reading one of Tony's 'Play Boy' magazines. He seemed utterly disgusted at what was in it, so he was way to happy to look up when I walked in.
"Ah, Henna," he said with a disgusting smile. "You are back. Did you think about what I said?"
I opened the door to his cell and was in there as quick as lightning, my hands gripping his throat. "What the Hell is wrong with you?!" I demanded, loving the way he struggled in my grasp.
"What do you mean?" He asked with a frown.
I tightened my grip, and he winced. "Toying with my emotions like they're some sort of play thing? Do you have any idea that I actually felt sorry for you?!"
"I- I do not understand," he choked.
"You obviously knew about the serum Fury used on me, thoguh I don't even know how! You disgust me, you know that?" I squeezed his throat so hard I though his head would pop off, which would have been oh so beautiful. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
"Henna... The door..."
Sure enough, there was a sliding sound and then the click of a lock. I dropped Loki fast and spun around.
The door to the cell was locked.
I was trapped in a cell.
With Loki the war prisoner.
"Can you not open it?" Loki asked, standing up and rubbing his neck.
I glared at him. "What do you think?" I asked. "When I opened your cell the first time, I used the one and only key we had. The one Fury lets my clip to my Belt because I'm the one who's supposed to interrogate you. So now I have it in here with me so no one else can use it. I can't communicate with Fury because I always take out my earpiece before I come in here. I made Fury lock down the cameras so you would have your privacy. I never expected to-" I sighed and sank to my knees.
"Well this is all your fault," Loki said with a small grin. "For once I cannot be blamed for something bad that has happened!"
I deepened my glare. "It's not my fault you're stupid."
He frowned. "What did I do that was... stupid?"
I laughed. "Nothing, I was just making a statement."
"You are revolting," Loki said, curling his lip.
"I try." All of a sudden, a though came to me. "Loki, I'm the one who's supposed to bring food to you. We could starve."
"Will people not notice you are missing?" He asked.
"True, I am very likeable," I said thoughtfully.
"Liar," Loki said with a small smile.
I kicked him in the gut.
He shut up.
So what do you think? I know people are saying that Henna just has her phone, but do you really think she'll have service in a glass jail cell? R&R PLEASE!
-KLoveMe
