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Sammy's POV
I aimed a right hook at the punching bag, sweat dripping down my forehead, and gave a small, satisfied grin when a thunk was heard and the punching bag flew backwards a bit from all the force I put into it.
It hadn't even been an hour since we had Jenny and I had spoken with Fury and explained our "predicament" and Fury had already put us into "training" as he called it, once a day for two hours, Jenny and I would have Black Widow teach us the basic fighting techniques and how to use certain weapons, like hand guns and all that crap. But I had a sneaking suspicious that the only reason Fury was doing this was to keep Jenny and I out of everyone's way. Stupid, pirate wannabee.
Jenny was on the other side of the room with Black Widow, I would say Natasha but we were told to call her Black Widow during training. I allowed myself to take a breather and grab some water before going back to the punching bag.
"Hey Na-er Black Widow?" I asked.
Natasha looked up from her place beside Jenny, who was doing pushups, "Yes."
"Do you think we can put on some music?" I asked as I put down the water bottle and wiped my hands on some grey sweats that I had borrowed and rolled up, along with a white cami.
She shrugged, "Go ahead."
Wow, and Tony told me she had a stick up her ass. Liar.
"Hey, Jarvis play some music." I called out to the Al.
"Of course, Ms. Knight, do you have a certain genre in mind?"
"Er…first of all, call me Sammy, and how about…some heavy metal, rock, punk."
Not a second later, Back In Black by AC/DC/ blasted from the stereos that I didn't even know where in the room.
"28, 29, 30."
I turned around to see Jenny do one last push up before collapsing with a groan on the floor. Natasha stood up, holding back a smile, and stepped over Jenny, making her way towards me, "For the next hour, I'll teach you the basics of using a gun."
I nodded, "Alright, sound legit."
"What?"
"Er…I mean Yes sir…um ma'm."
"Black Widow's fine during training."
"Black Widow then." I nodded.
"Agent Travis will escort you two to the room you'll be sharing to get cleaned up and then meet me back here in half an hour for the rest of your training."
I opened my mouth to ask why we had to get "cleaned up" to train with guns but then I realized that I was drenched in sweat and probably stunk. A tall, extremely buff man with a large hooked nose and silver, balding hair suddenly appeared out of no where and gestured to the door with his hand. I took the hint and walked out of the room with Jenny who had gotten off of the floor and joined me at the door way.
The journey to our room was a quiet one, apparently Agent Travis wasn't much of a people person. We got to a door that looked just like every other one on the helicarrier and with an annoyed grunt, Travis walked off.
Well then, who crapped in his cornflakes?
The room was pretty bare, with two full sized beds, large windows, two dressers, a mirror and a door that I assumed led to the bathroom.
There was only one shower in the bathroom, so I went first. Surprisingly enough, the water was hot, I don't know why but I expected it to be cold.
After I was finished, I wrapped my hair up in a towel, turban style and pulled on one of the white robes that were folded on the counter next to the sink.
"It's all yours." I came out of the bathroom and gestured to the door, causing Jenny to huff.
"Next time, I'm going first, you take forever"
"Whatever alligator."
"That doesn't even rhyme."
"Potato." was the only respond she got. Muttering to herself, Jenny shut the bathroom door and I grinned.
Opening one of the dressers, I saw it had stocked full of everything I would need. I quickly slipped on some plain back underwear, a bra and some socks and started shifting through the clothes, trying to find something I liked.
They were pretty much all the same, black and white v necks, sweats, a couple plain tank tops, a leather jacket, a black hoodie, and even a few leather pants. Honestly, would it kill Fury to stock up on some skinny jeans.
Suddenly, a mental image of Fury in tights and Nikes popped into my head and I shivered, now that was disturbing. I take back what I said; I like him better as a wannabee pirate, eye patch and all.
Shifting through the clothes one last time, I grinned in success when I spotted a couple tight jeans on the bottom corner of the dresser. Oh yeah, suck it people.
I pulled on the light blue skinnies, enjoying the familiar feeling and a plain black v neck. I suddenly realized that I had no shoes. Well poop. I had been training bare foot, and I obviously can't wear UGGs for training...damn.
It was then that I spotted a pair of really bad ass, leather black combat boots sitting next to the dresser. Once again, suck it people.
After pulling them on, I grabbed a hair brush that was in the dresser and started combing my hair, too bad I didn't have a blow dryer.
Soon Jenny came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and grinned, "You look cute."
"Ah, shucks, you're making me blush." I joked and she rolled her eyes as she started to shift through the clothes in her dresser.
"Fury needs to stock up on some skinny jeans." she muttered, voicing my previous thought and I giggled.
Oh Jenny.
Eventually, Jenny ended in some black skinnies, combat boots, and a white v neck tucked into her jeans topped off with a black leather belt.
"Well what do you know; we actually look good in these wannabee military wardrobe." I joked as I ran a hand through my dry hair, causing Jenny to chuckle.
"Hey your right, but seriously, Fury needs to watch some Project Runway or something, his fashion sense is horrible."
"I don't know, I kinda like to the whole pirate image," I mused thoughtfully, "It makes him look intimidating."
Jenny giggled as she brushed her hair and started to braid in down her shoulder.
"No Jenny poo, don't braid it, put it in a messy bun with your bangs down, it'll look cute." I quickly suggested.
"How come?" she asked, but through her hair up in a messy bun any way.
"Because you know what happens to your hair when it dries in a braid."
"Oh yeah..."
Jenny had the most gorgeous hair ever. It was silky and shiny but unless she blow dries it, it'll end up turning into a huge, puffy mess. And if she braided it...well let's just say she'd give Hermione Granger's hair a run for her money.
Jenny's POV
I was so nervous about using a gun. So when Black Widow handed it to me, my hand was shaking so much I almost dropped it. I mean, this was a weapon; I could kill someone with this.
It was then that I realized with a sickening horror that when the time came, I would have to kill some one. It was expected of me.
"I don't think I can do this." I panicked and Sammy shot me a confused look.
She didn't have any problem with holding the gun; it looked like she was actually enjoying the fact that she was learning this. Oh my god.
And with that, I dropped the gun I was holding and sprinted out of the room, ignoring the curious glance from Sammy and the shouts from Black Widow.
I had no idea where I was going, I just ran where ever my feet took me. All I knew for certain was that I had to get out of that room. It was suffocating me, and I don't know if it was just claustrophobia or nerves, or what, but I couldn't stay there.
Dodging past the agents in the halls, I ignored the looks they shot me and kept sprinting until I finally got a stitch in my side and had to slow down.
"Jenny!" Sammy's voice was calling me and my heart beat quickened again. I couldn't talk right now, I just /had/ to be alone. I needed to think.
So I yanked open the nearest door and practically dived in, shutting it behind me.
Breathing heavily, I pressed my ear against the door and listened intently.
"Jenny! Jenny!" Sammy's voice got further and further away and I sighed in relief.
"Finally, I'm alone."
I turned around with a small, relieved smile but it quickly disappeared once I saw exactly what room I was in.
I swear, for a second, my heart stopped beating. My eyes widened and the relieved feeling I had quickly disappeared and was replaced by fear.
Because not even ten feet away from me, in a glass holding cell, was Loki.
Sammy's POV
"Is she alright?" Black Widow asked me, actually looking concerned and I bit my lip, running a nervous hand through my hair.
"I don't think so, Jenny's always had a problem with fighting and weapons, she's more of a strategist, like the brains of the operation. But it's probably just nerves."
"Well I think we'll continue this tomorrow then, go find Jenny."
I nodded, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
I set the gun down and sprinted out of the room and into the hallway. Looking around wildly, I spotted Jenny just barley turning the corner down the hall and took off after her, ignoring the annoyed grumbles from the agents I clumsily bumped into.
"Jenny! Jeeeeeny!"
I spotted her up ahead as she turned the corner once more and I quickened my pace, "Jenny!"
Turning the corner, I was met with an empty hallway, Jenny was no where to be seen.
"Shit."
With Jenny's luck, she'd probably, accidentally fall down some stairs and end up in some sort of near death experience...It's happened before.
I started running again; maybe she had went back to the room? I ran down the hallway and turned left this time instead of right, and I ended up in a hall the looked identical to every other hallway in this ship. I was lost.
"Mother fucking, cock sucking-" Okay I won't give you the details of what I said, because it wasn't very pretty or lady like. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure it would make a sailor blush.
I let out a frustrated sigh and whirled around, intending on just retracing my steps back, but I ended up slamming into a wall and falling on my ass. Oh great.
Looking up, I realized that it wasn't a wall, but it was Tony. /Well then/
He smirked at me from under his lashes, "That's quite the language you got there Freckles."
"Oh shut up." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest while I was still on the floor.
"Shouldn't you be in training." he chuckled as he offered me a hand and I hesitated for a moment, my damn pride getting the better of me before I mentally shrugged, what the hell, and took his hand.
"Well yeah but Jenny bolted and I've been looking for her." I let go of Tony's hand and shoved them deep into my pockets.
"Why'd she run?" he asked curiously as we both started walking back.
"I think she was nervous about holding a weapon for the first time." I said but then immediately felt bad, like I've just betrayed Jenny by telling Tony.
"You get used to it." Tony waved it off and I smiled softly.
"I hope so."
I know I didn't show it, but I was pretty nervous about holding a gun in my hand. It felt foreign and strange, and knowing that I could kill people with it didn't help either.
Tony looked down on me and I suddenly realized that he was practically half a foot taller then me. Damn it, and I thought I was tall.
"Hey, it's scary at first, but trust me, you get used to it. And it's for protecting yourself and others. You'll feel safer and more secured knowing you have it." he spoke calmly, but his eyes burned with some sort of fire that I didn't see before.
It was almost as if he knew how afraid I actually was.
Was this how he felt when he was in that cave in Afghanistan?
Where the suit was his only hope, and knowing that he had to kill all those people to survive.
Woah...
"Thanks Tony." I barley whispered it, but I know he heard me.
Jenny's POV
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHI-
"Why hello there."
OH MY POPTART, FUCK! FUCK! FUCKEDY FUCK FUCK!
"Are you here to deliver my magazines?"
SHIT! CRAP! DICK! FUCK! SON OF A BITCH!
I let out a nervous squeak, not knowing what to do and Loki let out a chuckle.
"I didn't know Fury kept teenagers on this ship."
He was staring at me intently and I shifted under his intense gaze, it was almost as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Like he could get into my head.
"Come closer."
"Um...no thanks, I'm good over here." I spoke, sounding a lot calmer then I actually felt.
"Why not? There's no harm in stepping a bit closer."
My instincts all screamed at me to run, right then and there, just /run/, but of course, I didn't listen. So being stupid little me, I stepped closer until I was standing right in front on the holding cell, practically face to face with Loki.
"What's your name?"
"Um...J-Jenny."
"Hello, Jenny. My name's Loki."
"Um...hi?"
Loki chuckled and I felt my self relax a bit. He was in a holding cell, he wouldn't be able to hurt me...right?
"Tell me Jenny, do you know why I'm here?"
I kept my mouth shut and shook my head. Of course I knew why he was here, but I was definitely not gonna tell him I was from another world where I knew exactly what would become of his future.
"I'm here, because I'm being kept prisoner."
I blinked at him and he took that as a signal for me to tell him to keep talking, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is keeping me here because they think I'm a threat."
"But aren't you?" I heard myself speak and mentally cursed. I need to learn to keep silence in these situations.
"Yes. I am."
"Then it's natural for you to be captured."
"Why?"
"Well...when people discover something foreign that they don't understand, they become afraid of it." I knew this was true first hand because of the way I handled that gun, "And when people are afraid, they make certain decisions that they... don't properly think through" I spoke slowly, and I wanted to curse myself for my stupidity. I handled that gun like a two year old. Immature. Afraid. I ran out of there because I was scared. Like a kid who was having a nightmare.
"Precisely, because if your afraid." Loki glared at me, with a sort of determination in his eyes, "You make...bad choices. Choices you'll regret."
I had a slight suspicion that we weren't talking about me running away from the gun like a baby any more.
Did Loki mean Fury was gonna regret locking him up?
That doesn't sound too good.
I turned my attention back to him and he was giving me that creepy 'I know exactly what your thinking' stare. What if he could read my mind? Oh my gosh, what if he could hear everything I was thinking? They didn't say anything about Loki being a mind reader in the movie...or at least I don't think they did.
Shit. What of he's reading my mind right now. LALALALALALA! BABY YOU LIGHT UP MU WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE! Stop reading my mind Loki.
But Loki's facial expression didn't change through out the entire time I was having my mental mini rant, so I relaxed a bit.
"What are you thinking?" Loki spoke and I unknowingly stepped closer to the glass. I felt really weird. I wasn't afraid anymore. My head felt really fuzzy, and I could feel my vision blur slightly.
What was happening?
Sammy's POV
"Want a blueberry?" asked Tony and I nodded.
"Yeah sure."
Plopping a couple pieces of the delicious fruit in my mouth, I leaned back in the kitchen chair, staring out the window.
"So, why didn't you just ask Jarvis to locate Jenny for you."
I blinked, "He can do that?" I immediately felt like an idiot after asking that question. Duh...
Tony chuckled, "Jarvis, where's Jenny?"
I expected Jarvis to say that Jenny was back in our room, or talking with Black Widow, or locked in a closet or something, but what he said instead made my heart almost stop in fear.
"Ms. Gates is currently talking to Loki in his confinement room."
Shit.
My eyes widened and I froze up, not knowing what to do. Tony was the exact opposite.
He jumped out of his chair so fast it fell backwards, and started spitting out orders, "Jarvis, alert the others and tell them to meet us in Loki's room."
I hardly felt Tony take my hand and drag me out of the kitchen. In all honesty, I was freaking out on the inside. Loki could do anything to her, even if he was locked up. Ever heard the saying words cut deeper then actions? Or...something like that.
"Come on, Sammy. Stay with me."
Tony's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I nodded as I let go of his hand and allowed him to lead the way, both of us sprinting down the hall at inhuman pace.
Tony threw open a door that I vaguely remembered passing as I searched for Jenny and I let out a sigh of relief once I saw her, completely unharmed, and Loki, with his greasy black hair slicked back into a pony tail and a scowl etched across his features.
"Jenny!" I sprinted towards my best friend, completely ignoring Loki who was looking at me curiously, "Jenny! Are you alright."
I grabbed her by the shoulders and Jenny shook her head, "I fell...dizzy."
It was then that everyone else, Fury, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Agent Coulson burst in.
"Is everyone alright?" Steve spoke the words harshly as he glared at Loki, who glared right back at him.
I ignored them, "Jenny?"
"What's wrong with her?" Tony spoke and I shook my head frantically.
"No idea, she says she's dizzy."
"What!"
Steve, Thor, and Natasha suddenly appeared by my side just as Jenny fainted. But before she could hit the floor, Steve caught her and picked her up bridal style.
If Jenny, were awake and well, she would be fangirling for sure.
"Take her to the hospital wing." commanded Fury and Steve nodded, jogging out of the room with Bruce on his heals.
I whirled around to come face to face with Loki, who was smirking at me.
I gave him a death glare, "I swear to fucking god. If you hurt her, I will chop your fucking balls off shove them down your throat and then bitch slap you so hard you'll go straight to hell."
And with that, I sprinted out if the room to go find Jenny, not even stopping to see what Loki said.
Right now, Jenny needed me.
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