He dragged me through the plane, taking a pit stop at the control room to drop off some goons and shoot an arrow into their computer systems. The entire time he had a goon pointed a loaded and cocked gun at my forehead, threatening that if he found out I had mentally contacted someone he'd have the guy blow my brains out. So I kept my thoughts quiet I liked my brains inside my head, thanks. Have you ever had someone aiming a gun at your forehead while being captive among a highly dangerous mind controlled government agent? It's not fun.
There were gunshots fired at Hawkeye and he pulled away from the window, grabbing my arm again and leading me away. I had to practically run to keep up with him. We didn't take the main hallways, but the back catwalks that the crew used to keep the plane running. Now we were in a dark hall, pipes on either side of the metal catwalk. His footsteps were light and quiet, but mine were stomping and loud as I clumsily kept up with him. I was also hoping someone would hear them and come help me.
I don't know if it was because she heard my footsteps, but a lady jumped down from a pipe above us and in between Clint and I. I backed up from the lady who I now recognized as the Black Widow, watching as Clint wheeled around, simultaneously pulling an arrow from his quiver and loading it onto his bow string. Widow moved out of the way and when Clint let the arrow loose it headed straight towards me. I think it was kind of on purpose. It he couldn't keep me to have for Loki, nobody could have me.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. The arrow flew off the bowstring, heading straight for my gut. I couldn't move though, I was frozen, watching my death come at me. My mind was screaming at me to run, and finally I snapped out of it. By now the arrow was too close, I couldn't move, couldn't duck. I needed to protect myself though, needed to keep myself alive.
That's when a blue energy sphere surrounded me, incinerating the arrow as it tried to collide with me. A force field. I just stood there, watching the blue tesseract energy pulse around me, eyes even wider then they had been before. Had I put this up, unconsciously, or had the tesseract put it up? But why would the tesseract want to protect me? Surely I had done it, right? This knowledge made me giddy with wonder and excitement, and I soon lost what little grip on the energy I had. The force field flickered out and left me exposed, my smile fading as I watched Clint push Natasha away and lunge for me.
His hands reached for me, about to close around my body, when something was thrown around his neck and yanked him back, like a dog on a chain. "RUN!" Widow shouted to me, and I didn't hesitate to follow her order.
I turned and ran back down the catwalk, turning right at the end of it and running into one of the main halls again. I just ran, not caring where I was going, as long as I was heading away from Clint and towards a real S.H.I.E.L.D person, someone who was supposed to be the good guy, supposed to be helping me.
Ahead of me in the hallway, suddenly the left wall exploded, a man flying through as well. He moaned and then rolled over, starting to push himself up. He was dressed oddly, in green and black, and a gold staff lay on the floor beside him. My eyes went wide and I turned around to run again. It was Loki. Just the staff told me who it was.
I ran a few feet then looked back to see if he was following me. But turns out, he wasn't there. Brows furrowing, I stopped and turned around to see if he was hiding. Kind of hard in an empty hallway, but still possible. But nope, he wasn't there. Maybe he'd run off to find Clint, or to terrorize some people. Or just escape. After all, he had been imprisoned here as far as I could remember.
"Looking for someone?" a voice asked.
A voice that sent chills of fear down my back, and strangely, something other than fear. The voice was silky smooth and confident, yet dangerous, like a knife dangling over me, ready to drop and kill me at any second. I slowly turned around to see Loki standing there, and I yelped, jumping back. How had he done that? He chuckled and walked closer, seeing my obvious fear, causing me to step back.
"You have something that belongs to me." he said, before reaching out a hand and grabbing my green tank top, pulling me to him. "Something right here." he hissed, his knuckles brushing the skin above my heart. I gulped, my heart beating so fast and hard that he surely could hear it. "I know you have it. I can sense it inside of you. How did this happen, may I ask? How did you come to acquire my precious power?"
He lifted a hand up, I thought to hit me, and I flinched. 'It fell out of Clint and Selvig's jet, and it hit me. For some reason it melding to me in it's raw form or something and now Selvig doesn't know how to get it out. Something like that, I don't know. Don't hit me.' I thought hurriedly, not wanting his hand to touch me. I was shaking under his intense blue gaze, the same blue as the tesseract, as Clint and Selvig's eyes. He was controlled too?
He paused then, looking me over with slightly narrowed eyes. "The tesseract...gave you powers? How very interesting." He gave me a once over. "You're so young, so much life ahead of you. It is such a shame that I have to kill you. You must understand, darling. I need my tesseract back."
I started to struggle in his grasp, only to have him throw me onto the floor, landing painfully on my back and arms. He stood over me, scepter blade poised right above my heart, ready to kill me. The staff started to glow brighter, the tesseract humming inside of me, drawn to it almost.
"I, Loki of Asgard, rightful king to the throne and to-be ruler of the universe, hereby reclaim the tesseract for all that is wrong and unjust . I spill thy blood to take what is mine."
And then he plunged the staff down at my chest. I screamed, though it was muffled by my gag, and the tesseract screamed too. The tip of his staff's blade pierced my skin, cutting it and a trickle of blood running down my chest. As he tried to press it deeper the tesseract roared and exploded, blinding blue energy spreading out from me and sending Loki flying back.
The energy lasted a few more seconds and then was just gone, like a switch had flipped off. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to get my vision back to normal, and then looked over at Loki. He looked like he'd been hit with a nuke. My body was burning again, rejecting the tesseract's vast amount of energy, trying to get the remnants of it to go away too. I groaned and struggled to roll over onto my stomach, gathering my legs underneath me and sitting up. I could hear Loki doing the same behind me.
"So you can obtrude into people's minds, and destroy thing with the tesseract's glorious power? My, my, what else can you do?" It was one of those questions that wasn't supposed to be answered.
'I can make force fields.' I thought to him.
"Let's test that then, shall we?" He aimed his staff at me again, the gem glowing brighter than it had the first time he tried to stab me, when all the sudden I heard shouts and footsteps coming from where Loki had blast through the wall earlier. I looked over my shoulder to see real S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Director Nick Fury walk into the hallway, guns aimed at Loki. Mr. Fury was holding a special one though, one made of some silvery metal, one that had it's barrel glowing a bright orange. It looked heavy.
"Put the scepter down, Loki. We've got you."
Loki looked up at them and then smirked, it's message taunting and dangerous. "Almost." And then he was gone, poofed away like he'd never been there in the first place.
