Lokisawesome: Wikipedia. Hehe, I never really read the comics or anything. I wanted to have a real villain for this. I chose Wormwood because he had the coolest/weirdest name.
"I never knew you had a daughter," Thor said to Tony. They had been ordered to stay upon the Helicarrier. Fury didn't want Wormwood's followers to be roused in any way. He, Tony, and Agent Coulson were in a small room with a table of refreshments.
"She's not really my daughter," Tony sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "I adopted her years ago. Probably a mistake on my part. I've never been father material."
"You're too hard on yourself, Stark," Coulson murmured. "She wouldn't be here if it weren't for your actions, after all."
"She also wouldn't be the hostage of a damn dark elf. This is all my fault, I shouldn't have helped her. I should've just gone along with Fury. Obviously the man knew what he was doing."
"We both know agreeing with people, especially Fury, isn't your style, Stark."
"Well . . ." Tony's voice trailed off, unable to think of an argument.
"I can assure you, Tony," said Thor with one of his ear-to-ear smiles, "that I will do all I can to help you get Lady Marmalade out of Wormwood's evil clutches. And I will also rid Earth of Wormwood's desire to conquer."
"From what we learned from your battle with Malekith, iron is the dark elves' weakness, right?" Coulson asked the Norse god.
"Yes."
"To bad your suits aren't entirely made of iron, hm?" Coulson cocked a brow at Tony. "A bit ironic, isn't it?"
Tony smiled at him, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"A little bit, yes."
Tony's smile remained as he looked away. "I can hear Poodle laughing now." Then the smile faded to a straight face, "We should be out there, doing something."
"That 'something' might not help, Tony. It's better to go in with a plan. That's what Marmalade would have done if she was in your place, and you in hers."
Tony said nothing in response.
"Agent Coulson, Agent Barton, and Agent Romanoff to the bridge."
All three men looked up at the sound of the intercom.
"Sounds like the show's about to begin." Coulson smirked as he spun on his heel and left for the bridge.
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Marmalade lied on the floor panting heavily. Her blonde-brown hair was even more astray. Cuts and bruises were all over her arms. The agent's leather clothing was sliced in some places, showing gashes on her sides and legs. Blood trickled from several areas of her body. Including her lip and cheek.
"What else do you know, mortal?" Wormwood spat at her trembling corpse. "Where is Shield's base?"
Her bottom lip quivered slightly before she finally regained enough energy to speak, "I don't know anything else. I swear. I only knew about the energy you were using for the attacks."
"But you know about us. We dark elves. That's why you targeted them, did you not?"
Marmalade whimpered as she tightly shut her eyes, not letting tears to fall. She shook her head, "I only found today. I targeted them because they had the better weapon." The agent was telling the truth. But nothing that would give away anything.
"Where is Shield's base, mortal?"
She went rigid. She couldn't give up that. Marmalade fluttered her eyes shut, pretending she had fainted, fallen asleep, whatever Wormwood would believe. The dark frowned deeply with a stern, irritated glare. He unsheathed a long, leather whip, and lashed it across her back before turning round to leave abruptly. Marmalade bit her tongue. She couldn't scream. She couldn't move. Otherwise he would return to continue the interrogation.
Marmalade lied still until slumber took its toll. She slept on the filthy, cold stone floor beneath her. She slept on her dry blood.
Not much really in this chapter. Just a peak at what happens to Marmalade at Wormwood's secret base. Hehe. . .
Stay tuned for next for another chapter.
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