Remember everything that you said
That we could never fully trust them
Wish I could say I disagree, but
I know they're the ones to blame

-Memories by EarlyRise

Water lapped gently against the sides of the sea vessel. The vehicle rode deep into the water with its turbines tucked carefully beneath it. It was upon these turbines that a man was walking. A pale glow surrounded him as he ducked under the low roof of the container. Steel walls formed around him as he searched for an exit.

His eyes caught sight of a metal door near the ceiling. That would have to do. Stairs trailed down from the wall to lead up to the entrance to the S.H.I.E.L.D. craft. Loki walked calmly through the water as his Asgardean magic protected him from getting wet. He grabbed onto the cold metal ladder and begin the slow climb up. He was not the most athletic man and halfway up the ladder he began to feel winded. Perhaps it was because he was juggling his scepter along with climbing? The thing was a nuisance at times.

Finally he managed to reach the top where a small flat step allowed him to regain his footing. He twisted the handle clockwise and pushed open the door to the main ship. It had been surprisingly easy to enter S.H.I.E.L.D. without them noticing. All he had to do was carve a hole in the ship's hull before resealing it with his scepter. The thing wasn't only used for explosions after all.

From there on out he just had to swim past the turbines and find a way into the main station. They had to have a way in because someone cleaned the turbines once and awhile. Loki smoothed his ruffled hair back before peering out into the hall. It was still duty time he supposed. No one would be down at the mechanics section when nothing was going on. There would probably be some emergency at the hot cocoa machine in the cafeteria.

He slipped his way down the hallways without a sound. Not even a drop of water fell from him to make a single person suspicious. Fortunately for him, he had come into the vessel on the lower decks. That was exactly where he'd find his clipped bird.

To be honest, Loki felt a little bit guilty. He had known that Clint would get in trouble for associating with him, but he hadn't thought it would be so soon. Wouldn't the man try to hide the fact that he was talking to a known criminal? An assassin should have shown more restraint than that.

Loki sighed softly as he ambled down the hallways. "Hey you? What are you doing in here?" Loki blinked and turned around to see a man in black armor pointing a sub machine gun at him. All Loki could do was chuckle at the naive man. A gun harming a god? Was that a joke or something?

"I'm trying to find...A friend." Loki raised his scepter and pointed it at the man. A swirl of blue light surrounded the metal's tip before a bolt of energy flew at the soldier. He was hit full front in the chest and went hurtling back into the wall behind him, effectively knocking the man unconscious.

Loki blew on the tip of the smoldering metal. A whir of a camera lens met his ears and moments later red lights began flashing throughout the hallways. He had to pick up the pace.

Loki turned around to the door leading to the prison segment and tapped on it once. The second time his scepter tapped on it a blue fire spurted from its tip and cut right through the metal. It fizzled as it turned molten before making a huge gap for the Asgardean to step through.

"I love the smell of burning things in the morning." Loki said drolly before bending down to enter the prison block.

A soldier bolted up from his desk and fumbled for his gun. "S-stay back!" A man shouted at him warily while pointing the muzzle of his gun at him. The man couldn't have been a day older than thirty. No wonder he was so green.

"Reverse psychology, boy. Telling me to stay away makes me want to come closer." Loki quipped as he send another bolt of energy at the soldier. He didn't even need to watch as he heard the crack of bones. That was enough to tell him that the bolt had done its job.

"Now let me see... D6 was it? That means it's this way." He looked at the small map that was plastered on the wall before turning back to the fallen man. He looked at the form skeptically for a moment before carefully stepping over the hulk. It was gross to step on a dying man and he wasn't quite that cruel.

He hummed carelessly as he stepped past the throngs of prisoners. Men clung to the iron bars and begged to be let out. They offered servitude, money, women, absolutely nothing that Loki would want. He wanted someone with heart. Soulless men such as they had nothing to offer him in the world.

The numbers on the padlocks slowly grew higher until Loki found the room styles changed. Instead of mere iron keeping prisoners in their place, entire rooms made and sealed with expensive materials contained the prisoners. This was D bloc. The bloc where only the most dangerous prisoners resided. Loki raised an eyebrow. They considered Hawkeye that much of a threat? What a pity.

He walked up to the door labeled D6. The white metal reflected red as the warning slights swirled above him. He twirled his staff before stabbing the electronic system that kept the doors secure. It fizzled out as its energy was drained away in the scepter. Loki nodded in satisfaction before sticking his scepter deeper into the mechanism.

The broken machine lit up and numbers flew across the cracked screen. In a few moments a hissing sound came from the door as the bolts retracted themselves into the walls. Loki smiled wryly and stepped in front of the door to have it open for him. Technology was quite nice sometimes.

Inside the room, Loki's eyes caught sight of the defeated man hanging beside the wall. Loki exhaled sadly as he made his way over to the man and crouched in front of him. "Look at me, Barton." He tipped the man's head up towards him and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Have you thought about my... proposition more? In advance, yes, I do apologize for all of this. If you can, don't dawdle around your answer. Yes or no, I need to get out of here even if you decide not to come with me." Loki told the man. Things would be considerably easier for him to pull off if he had another he could trust to carry out his mission, but the scepter couldn't force a man to do anything he didn't want to.

"Ah. I have." Clint replied quietly. He sighed and closed his eyes once. When he opened them again his face was set and his choice was made. "Let's go."

"That's what I like to hear." Loki smirked haughtily before taking his hand away from under the bird's head. He grabbed his scepter in his other hand and fired two quick blasts to sever the chains around Hawkeye's wrists.

Clint rubbed his sore wrists as he got up from the ground. He leaned back against the stone wall for a moment before staring up at his new... companion. "Where is my quiver?" Walking without the familiar weight on his back felt so queer. The slick bow had been his constant companion for so long, he almost felt off balance walking without it.

Ah... Loki hadn't quite thought about that. The man tilted his head to the side in thought. "It will be either in the armory I assume. I don't believe we are quite prepared to take on all of S.H.I.E.L.D. to retrieve it though. With you using all of your fists and with them using probably my brother and his mad quartet. We can create copies later or come back for a later visit, for now we have to move."

Clint frowned slightly at that. He had gone through a lot with those weapons. Copies wouldn't quite be the same, but he also couldn't afford to be caught just yet. "Let's go then."

Loki nodded and turned towards the wall facing away from the rest of the vessel. He gripped his scepter tightly and let energy whirl around the tip before firing off towards the hull. A large explosion rocked the ship as a gap opened in the side. Water rushed into the room and Loki grabbed Clint by the arm before pulling him into the water.

Clint was about to protest, but then he realized there was now a dull glow surrounding the both of them. He opened his mouth slightly and expected to taste the salt water in his mouth, but instead he tasted air. It had to be one of those confounded things the scepter always did. Despite the fact that he had seen the scepter create explosions, reveal truth, and melt solid metal, it always seemed to surprise him. The phrase, 'With great power comes great responsibility' came to mind. For a moment Clint wondered if Loki saw the scepter as a responsibility.

Clint just rolled his eyes before he continued to paddle away from the airship. He cast one look bad at the empty hole in the side of the hull and thought quietly to himself. I'm sorry, Nat. I'm getting out, but just not in the way you envisioned. Next time we meet I'm afraid we will no longer be on the same side. Forgive me. Goodbye.

He turned away from the ship and back towards the watery depths. This was just something he had to do.

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Edit: Not too many edits here. He was much more in character here than in earlier and later parts. Hopefully these edits wont take me too long if I go through about 3 a day. (: