SILVIA P.O.V.

"Silvia Malfoy." The name slipped off Fury's lips like something he'd studied about in a quiz. My heart stopped, and my brain seemed to stop working.

"How do you know my name?" I jumped from my chair, dramatically knocking it back as I pulled my wand from my boot. How did he know? I had never told anyone my name! Loki, maybe, but why would he tell Fury? No, it couldn't have been Loki. How does he know? It was a disaster. No one was supposed to know. Why, Silvia, why were you so stupid? Now they're going to find you. They'll make you go back to that wretched place, and then you'll have to relive the nightmare all over again! What will you do now? You weren't even supposed to come here, Silvia! Why did you even come here?!

All eyes were on me now, as well as weapons. Romanoff was pointing a handgun at me, Steve had his shield held up, Banner was backing away slowly, and Stark, who was recently beside me, had leapt off his chair and tumbled to the ground, crawling to where Steve was, muttering, "Protect me, Cap. Don't let the crazy girl get me!" Fury remained where he was, calm as ever.

He resumed talking: "Silvia Malfoy, age 19; former student of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; daughter of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass, and brother of Scorpius Malfoy." He leaned against the table, staring at me critically. His gaze seemed to burn right through me, and I took another step back. My wand was already pointed at him. What he said next made me want to fall on the ground and stay there until the world stopped spinning.

"Silvia Malfoy, runaway fugitive from Azkaban."

An unholy silence floated around the room, and I felt like my heart had stopped beating. Tears burned my eyes as fear backed me up to the corner. And though my wand was still raised I swore I could have felt a Dementor sucking at my happiness. It was like I was back in the prison all over again, apart from the company that surrounded me.

"You can't make me go back… You can't…" I choked out these words between sobs, feeling a solitary tear trail down my cheek.

"The Ministry of Magic is searching all over Britan for you, you know?" Fury was walking slowly towards me, his cold eyes boring through mine as I struggled to regain my sanity.

"How could you possibly have known?" I yelled, throwing an explosive curse right beside where Fury was standing. I heard a gunshot go off before seeing my wards take care of the danger, as if it would save me from the future that would soon come. "How did you know?" I sobbed, the grip on my wand loosening as all the painful memories rushed in.

I was walking in the halls of Hogwarts, headed for my next class, when someone cast a bogie spell at me. I remembered all the rage just flood out. I remembered the feeling of the energy it cost the spell just drain out. I remembered the body just lying there. I remembered being taken to the damned cell where I was left to rot. I remembered the first time a Dementor came. I remembered the sadness that came over me as it did. I remembered Scorpius breaking down the walls and getting me outside with my broom. I remembered the Dementors getting to him before I could grab his hand. I remembered him losing all sanity as they ate away at him. I remembered him falling into the crashing water below, where he surely wouldn't have survived the jagged rocks. I remembered flying like there was nothing else in the whole world that could stop me. I remembered landing in Germany, where no one would suspect I was. I remembered what followed after.

I snapped back to reality when I heard metal clang against metal. I heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Steve Rogers kneeling down by my side, looking at me with worried eyes. I buried my head in my arms again. I didn't even know that I had dropped my wand and assumed a place on the floor, by the corner.

"What is she talking about Fury?" Rogers asked. I felt a hand touch me gently on the shoulder, which I flinched away from. No answer came.

Another voice asked, and I realized that it was Tony. "Nick, if you're gonna be keeping secrets from us, I suggest that you don't keep this particular one to yourself. Look at her. What happened to her?" He genuinely sounded troubled, and I felt my heart warm the slightest bit when I knew the concern in his voice was real.

"Find her a room. Let her stay there for a few minutes, to calm down. I'll explain everything to you when she's gone."

I was lifted off the ground by strong but tender hands and I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to know where he was taking me, not wanting to know anything else.


LOKI P.O.V.

I was sitting on the floor of my metal cage, pondering on what I could do to accomplish my plan, when the witch-girl came running up the stairs. As I stared at her in shock, she blasted the cameras that had been keeping close watch on me since I arrived. She probably didn't want them to suspect it was her.

"I did not think you would truly come. Tell me, by what means did you—" I stopped with my nonchalant question when I saw the dried tears on her face. "What did they do to you?" When she didn't answer me, I simply grew desperate. I took several steps forward until I was right in front of the blasted glass that separated us, and placed my fist on the glass between us. "Tell me what they did. Now."

Fresh tears filled her eyes to the brim as she answered with a shaky shrug. "Nothing. They did nothing."

The not completely familiar ache in my chest returned, and I frowned. Sentiment, a voice growled in my head. And for a moment, I was pulled back into the barren wasteland of darkness and blue dust. Alone with only one other monster for company. And he was hurting me. When my eyes refocused, however, to the girl standing in front of my cage, no fear at all in her eyes, only despair, his own pain dissipated and his mind was left with only a mind-numbing urgency and a single objective. "Tell me what I can do," I said. She said nothing and my fist unclenched, allowing me to place my open palm on the cool glass. When I spoke again, my voice was barely a whisper... surprisingly. "Please."

I watched weakly as she put her own palms against the surface blocking us from each other, sliding to the floor, and whispering, "Listen."

I listened to her entire story. I listened as she told me what happened in her childhood, what her father did, what her brother did. I watched as the tears slid down her face and onto the metal ground as she recounted the many days she had spent in that wretched wizard prison of theirs. I leaned against the glass as she whispered to me what happened in the days that passed after her escape and felt my heart tighten at the sadness of her life.

And that was when I thought, We're equals. She knew what it felt like to be cast out, I knew what it felt like to live with people who never really loved you.

The only thing I really wanted to do in that moment was to sweep her up in my arms and tell her the things that she would accomplish in her life if she could just forget everything; to tell her what she could become if she let go of the past; to tell her what her life would be like if she could just come with m—

But then a thought stopped me from the doing those things: Shouldn't you be telling these things to yourself, Loki?

All at once, the overpowering weight in my mind returned, threatening to swallow my every thought, my very being, my identity. As Silvia continued weeping and talking in front of me, it was all I could do to keep up the façade and calmness, continue reassuring her, when inside he was a complete mess—fighting an internal war on whether to continue hating, for the sake of his survival, or to finally allow someone into his life… for the better.