Chapter 4

A/N: For the story's sake, Coulson is alive… it's kind of sad… how he died in the movie… and he never got the things signed (BAD LOKI!)… let me go cry for a minute… :"(

Recap: So The avengers plus a few SHIELD peeps are in Jane and Darcy's apartment. Nick Fury just offered Loki a job at SHIELD because Thor begged him to.

***Loki's P.O.V***

The choice is mines?! It was work for SHIELD or die! What kind of a choice was that?! All their stupid eyes were on me, and I knew what I had to respond… perhaps I could get this to work for me… eventually. However, the time for planning was not now, I couldn't risk them suspecting my plotting.

"I am… truly sorry for what I did to your people," I said softly and remorsefully, "I thank you for giving me the opportunity to work for you, to try and make it up to you after what I have done. I have much to feel sorry for, and you have no reason to be kind to me and to give me these options. I accept your most gracious offer."

My eyes were glued to the ground as I brought tears to my eyes. I tried my best to look guilty and started shaking my hands to try and look nervous.

"That's bull… you were such a butt, you're totally not sorry," Darcy glared.

Angrily, I bit my lip so that I could remain focused on trying to look innocent, or sweet, or sorry. It hurt badly, so I let go and took a deep, shaky breath.

"You're the jerkiest guy I've ever met… I swear if I could-" Darcy began to threaten.

The idiot Nick Fury decided to cut in at that moment, "Well, then. Since you'll be working at SHIELD we'll need to come up with a position… can you read and write in English?"

"Yes, I'm educated," I mumbled.

"Fury, could I make a suggestion?"

Quickly, my head snapped up. The red haired woman made eye contact with me; I thought I recognized her annoying voice. It was the mewling quim, Natasha Romanoff. She glared at me with all the hatred in her heart; however I simply returned her gaze with an apologetic look. This upset her even more, and I would have smirked at her if I wasn't playing the sorry fool.

"Yes, Agent Romanoff," Nick Fury nodded.

"I was thinking… since, Darcy is so overworked, and I mean, it's only her translating Jane's notes for us… perhaps Loki could become her servant-err secretary," Romanoff suggested.

"An assistant for the assistant?" Coulson questioned-damn. I guess their medics were better than I thought; my scepter through him should have killed him.

"I don't see why not," Maria Hill shrugged.

Fury turned to her, and the hint of a smile appeared on Coulson's face as he nodded in agreement to her statement… was this love? All these people loved each other… It sickened me.

"All right then, Loki say hello to your new boss," Nick Fury said.

My jaw would have dropped, I should have stood up and objected to this with all my might, but it wouldn't make me look too good… I forced a sad smile on my face and turned to Darcy's smirking face.

"When do I start repaying my debt?" I asked.

"You'll start tomorrow. Coulson, Hill, go get Loki and Thor some normal people clothes-" excuse me? Normal People clothes?! This mewling- "Rest of you guys take Thor back to the Avenger's tower… fill him in. Actually, Romanoff, Bart-" he paused, then said, "Romanoff, Rogers, you two stay here… fill out the working applications with Loki, I'll call if there is anything else that needs to get done."

And so, everyone except for Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, and I left. As the door slammed shut, Natasha started to me at full speed; however Steve Rogers got up and was in front of her in a second. She glared at me over Steve's shoulder.

"Natasha, calm down," Steve said. I could see that they were struggling, and it was incredibly hard to not sneer at her. "Tasha, please-"

"Only Clint can call me that. Call me Tasha in front of this idiot and I will shoot you," Agent Romanoff growled.

"C'mon, it's obvious that Darcy hates him. He'll get payment enough by being her assistant, believe me the girl knows how to get revenge," Steve said, shuttering.

"You got that right, Cap!" Darcy laughed.

Agent Romanoff froze, her glare never left me. I made my eyes look as sad as possible and looked up at her with my sad, sorry eyes that I always used whenever I got into trouble-which was often.

"Fine, but I'm the best at getting revenge," Agent Romanoff sniffed. Steve stepped aside and walked over to Darcy who was watching all of this with a sly smile on her face.

"I apologize deeply for-" I started.

"Shut it," Agent Romanoff snarled.

"I-" I started.

"I said shut the hell up!" she shouted.

In the next instant, Rogers was in between us. He gently pulled her away and began talking to her softly in the corner. With a sigh, Jane went into the kitchen, and Darcy walked up to me-with a big smile on her face. Oh how I wanted to scare her off of her, or trick her into doing something horrible! However, I couldn't… I had to play innocent.

"Hello, Darcy," I said, softly, when she stepped in front of me, ever smiling.

"Wow, why are you acting so… innocent?" Darcy asked.

"I should be on my knees, begging everyone here for forgiveness for what I did," I hesitated, "the last time I was on this planet."

"You should. I wouldn't mind if you started begging now," Darcy shrugged.

My eyes turned to the ground, and I frowned sadly, "I apologize for our bad introduction…. I'm not used to this planet, I've just been kicked out of my home planet and I guess that I assumed that if I still acted like a prince, perhaps I still could be one… I suppose that I was wrong, I will be nothing but humble now."

"See, Natasha? He's sorry," Steve Rogers whispered.

Internally, I smiled. He bought it. He was the captain of their insignificant team. If he told SHIELD how sorry I was, perhaps they would believe it more… then eventually they'd trust me with the weapons…. If I didn't figure out a way to get my powers back before then.

"Pft. Who is acting like the mewling quim now?" Darcy grinned.

Sadly, I met eyes with her. She was trying to provoke me, and provoke me she was, but I would not let it show. Idiotic Migardians could not provoke a prince. Someone who was above them, better than them. Her eyes revealed confusion, then determination as we stared at each other for a long while. Emotions were revealed in her eyes; anger, confusion, pity, and then lust once again… I gave her my sad half-smile, and her gaze softened… this could be used to my advantage, I realized, she found my appearance appealing.

"Okay, let's get started with the paper work," Steve Rogers said at last.

Nodding, I turned my eyes from Darcy and walked over to do the boring paperwork with these petty Migardians.