She was floating, drifting, her mind was a piece of driftwood floating on an infinite ocean..

"Rosalie. Snap out of it. Now."

"Where.. Loki..?" She couldn't feel her body, she couldn't feel anything. She didn't want to feel anything.

"I said snap out of it!" Loki's sharp voice pierced her wandering consciousness.

"Loki? Where am I?"

"It appears the mortals thought it wise to put you in a coma. I can't assist the healing when you're in this state however."

"How do I break out? Our plan won't work if I'm bedridden."

"My plan." Loki corrected. "I need you to brace yourself."

"Brace myself? For what?"

"THIS."

"Sir, it appears that Miss Rosalie is awakening" JARVIS's cool voice permeated the room.

"Wait, already?" Bruce hurried to his feet, running down the hall to where, sure enough, Rosalie's monitors were going haywire as she choked on her breathing tube.

"Shit.. shit.. shit.." He held her down and pulled the tube out as carefully as possible, given the situation. Rosalie started coughing and blurrily opened her eyes. "Rosalie? Just focus on me, okay? You're okay." He said the words as much for her as for himself.

"Bruce?" A soft knock at the door marked Nat's appearance, "JARVIS said Rosalie woke up on her own?"

He nodded and motioned for Nat to join him. "Rosalie?" The girl said nothing, just staring at them. "I'm going to examine your injuries again now, okay?"

She nodded slowly and Nat turned to leave, a soft voice stopping her in her tracks. "Please.. could you stay?" Rosalie looked at the assassin with a scared look on her face, one Nat knew all too well.

She smiled softly and walked back over, taking the girls hand as Bruce redressed her wounds, hope filling the silence in the room.

Natasha sat holding Rosalie's hand for what felt like ages, granted she did have better things to do, but the girl intrigued her. She had been nearly impossible to read at first, and Natasha could read everybody, even Loki himself. Now, well, it's hard to read somebody who's entire world was currently consistent of pain and fear, it's one of the reasons she hated traditional torture so much. People will say anything to make the pain stop.

"Nat?"

She glanced up at Bruce, the smile she had been holding for the kids' sake fading as soon as her head was turned. "Hm?"

"I hate to ask but.. um.. think you could sit with her for a bit, you know..? I need to.. um.."

"Sure." She could tell what Bruce was getting at, they needed more information on Loki, and he was too polite to say so outright. "You had that project with Tony, remember?"

Bruce masked his slight confusion fairly well and hastily took off, leaving her and the kid alone.

"You don't have to pretend to like me.." Rosalie said, but she didn't move her hand from Nat's.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I um.. was resting.. then.. I heard Him and.."

"Loki. His name is Loki, Rosalie. Don't give that bastard any more power then he already has, it's just a name." Nat was growing impatient, yes she appeared to be barely 14 but still.. Nat didn't appreciate being played. She pulled her hand away and the girl swallowed.

"Right.. Loki.. I heard him in my head then everything was on fire.. I was on the floor.. Doctor Banner was talking.. I don't remember much past that.." Her voice trembled, but it wasn't with fear over the memories, no, was she nervous?

"What did he say? Do you remember?"

"You'll never escape." She teared up, but something was off, if only she could place her finger on it-

A knock at the door interrupted her train of thought and she turned to see a rather annoyed Tony.

"Banner said I should come and introduce myself sometime.. so um.. here I am." He walked over to the two, keeping his eyes anywhere but the injured girl. " You comfortable enough?"

Rosalie nodded, and Natasha couldn't help to smile inwardly at how damned uncomfortable Tony looked.

"We were kinda in the middle of something Stark." She decided to play nice and give him an out, she wouldn't get any answers out of Rosalie with him pacing around anyways.

"Right. Um. Tell JARVIS if you need anything." He hurried back out the way he came and Natasha turned back to Rosalie.

"So.. you were telling me what Loki said to you before those injures appeared? "

"I told you.. he just said 'You'll never escape'.. then there was just.. so much pain.." Rosalie let her voice trail off, trying to suppress her growing panic.

"Are you sure that's it?" Nat looked into her eyes with such intensity she couldn't help but look down, nodding. "You're probably hungry, I'll go see if I can't scrounge up something for us, okay?"

"O-okay?" She blinked at the sudden change of attitude and watched the black figure retreat out the door before sinking back into her pillow with a sigh. She knew the assassin would return with more questions that she couldn't answer, so she did the only thing she could do- she closed her eyes and called for Loki.

"Loki? Loki are you there?"

"What is it." Came the annoyed reply, "I already helped you once today, can you not handle this?"

"Its Romanoff, she's onto me, she knows I'm hiding something I can tell." her panic spread through the communication like a weed, a side effect of using mental communication. "What am I supposed to do, we knew she would question me but this is too soon I haven't had the chance to get the other Avengers on my side yet."

"Open your mind to me so I can hear and see what you do."

"But-"

"Now. Or I'll force my way in, and we both know you don't want that."

Giving into the tricksters demands, Rosalie opened her eyes, wincing as their minds drew closer then she had ever let him before.

A/N: Chapters will be released once a day after this, ya' boy can't keep up with all this writing sowwy