General POV:

Raven goes to protect Loki. Even if it means killing Agent Coulson.

But, as she moves in to do so, Loki stabs her.

He brings her close, and whispers into the dying girl's ear.

"You were never important to me. Only a nuisance."

Raven's eyes widened, and she starts to cry.

As Loki turns to leave, he kills Agent Coulson.

But, unknown to the broken, dying girl called Raven, a single tear ran down Loki's face.

For Loki really did care about Raven. More than anybody could, or would ever imagine.

Maybe, just maybe, in another life, Raven could be Loki's little princess.

But Loki knew it could never happen.

So he had to cut these strange ties with this child.

He had to kill her.

It was the only way.

Nick Fury runs into the room and see's the dying child.

"MEDIC'S! HELP THIS CHILD!" He roars.

Raven was confused.

Director Fury was the "bad guy".

But he cared for her?

'Why?' her thoughts asked, jumbled.

But, because of Director Fury's swiftness, Raven was able to survive.

'Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.'

Raven woke to that, three hours later, alone.

She was full of two emotions.

Betrayal. And Sadness.

Getting up, she swore to kill Loki.

Even if it's the last thing she does.

Raven, having changed her outfit with the Will-Power, found herself in the room his cell had been in.

She stood there, gripping the railing, her knuckles white.

Then she hears Captain American and Mr. Stark.

Having my wings appears, I step away from the railing, and out of the shadows.

Mr. Stark's back was facing me.

When Captain saw me, he gaped for a second before pushing Mr. Stark aside.

He rushed to me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I nod. I haven't said a word since I had spoken.

I wrote on a piece of paper that said,

'I know where Loki went.'

"Where?" Captain asks.

'If I tell you, I want to come with you. and don't give me that 'you're still a child' crap. After all this, I'm anything but a child.'

Stark managed a smirk.

"Sure, shrimp. You can come."

'He's going to STARK Tower. He want's to be seen taking over the world. And once again, I am not a shrimp.'

He pauses, thinking for a second, "STARK Tower... Son of a b***h!"

Did I say something wrong?

"Who are you, mortal?" Loki scoffs.

"..." I glared at Loki.

I smirk, and with a snap of my fingers, a wipe-board appears behind me.

I grab a marker and start making a graph.

Underneath the graph were the words, 'I become as old as my soul is.'

I made my wings appear.

"I am Raven Sabishii. The girl you broke. And you're a dead man." I said in a barely audible whisper.

With nothing but a blank, broken stare, I began my fight with Loki.

Loki's POV:

Who is this girl that replaced sweet, innocent Raven?

She's so different from before.

It... pains me to know that I'm the cause of her despair.

I don't know why, but it does.

She created two pole-like sticks. Then she proceeded to attack me.

So I lifted my scepter.

And we fought.

Raven's POV:

As my staff connected with his scepter for the sixth time, I finally knew I had the upper-hand. It was then that I'd collected enough courage to actually look at Loki.

To look into his eyes.

As our eyes connected, all the memories that he was in flashed across my mind. It may have only lasted mere seconds, but to me, it was forever.
The memories were shown at a rapid pace.

Meeting Loki at the ball in Germany.

Loki healing my leg after being shot.

Loki killing the captain of the Hunters.

Loki promising that I didn't have to run anymore.

Loki promising that I wouldn't be alone anymore.

Me protecting Loki from Mr. Stark.

Loki patting my head after I smiled at him in the plane-thing.

Me yelling at Thor, while Loki had a small, proud, smile.

Loki braiding my hair while we were sitting on the cliff side, waiting for Thor and 's fight to finish.

Me appearing in Loki's cell, with the basket of apples.

Me listening to Loki describe what Asgard is like, while we sat on the bench in his cell. I was quietly munching on a apple.

Me laying my head on Loki's lap.

Loki singing an old Norse lullaby while running a hand through my hair.

As I fell unconscious that night, I had felt Loki kiss my forehead.

Waking up to Loki shaking my arm.

Loki making me laugh.

Loki getting out of the cage.

Agent Coulson pointing a gun at Loki.

And lastly, Loki stabbing me and whispering those painful words.

I let out a strangled cry, and dropped to my knees in anguish.

My shoulders shook, and then, only then, did I realize I was crying.

No, not crying... sobbing.

Loki looked shocked.

I doubt he's ever seen someone break down.

"Why?" I sobbed.

He stared, astonished.

"W-w-why, you moron?" I cried out, through my tears.

I felt the building start to vibrate.

By now, Loki had regained his composure.

He smirked at me, blue eyes cold.

"You deserve to die. You're weak and pathetic. You're not even human! You're nothing but a monster. A monster that deserves to die." Loki said.

And he was right.

The tears stopped.

I stood up, my inside was hollow.

"You're right." I whispered, voice hollow, with a emotionless gaze.

The vibrations got stronger.

A gun materialized in my hand.

I held it up to my temple.

The vibrations abruptly stopped.

A huge green beast threw itself into the room from the balcony.

The Hulk.

He moved to attack Loki with incredible speed.

Unconsciously, I materialized a huge iron and brought it down on his foot.

The Hulk roared and turned to look at me.

Loki looked shocked.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" I screamed.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I was doing this unconsciously.

The Hulk roared at me, grabbed me like a rag doll, and threw me across the room.

I heard a sickening 'CRUNCH', and everything went black.