Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, I do not own the Avengers. If I did, then we would all know the answer to what really happened in Budapest and there's be a Strike Team: Delta Movie. I was inspired by two fanfics Loki Must Die and Frozen Web, specifically a small scene in Loki Must Die. I've seen this movie about ten times (this year so far, I may be wrong I've lost count honestly), hopefully I have a better idea at what I'm doing.

Chapter Ten: Loki's Start

Loki was learning a lot of things about Midgard, things that he had never gotten a chance to notice from his first visit two years again. Things that he doubted even Heimdall didn't know, which was really shocking. He had learned that different parts of the planet accepted different forms of currency, spoke different languages, and that there were different religions. Midgard was certainly confusing.

But there were things about Midgard that not even Thor didn't know, things that both fascinated and almost scared Loki. Agents Barton and Romanov had told him everything, they told him about old consultants S.H.I.E.L.D. used to protect, gifted individuals that S.H.I.E.L.D. listed on something known as the Index, the fact that Agent Coulson wasn't dead. This world was filled with assets he had never expected for such an ignorant realm.

Loki could not help but smile as he stared down at the tablet in his palm, reading the file it displayed with a smirk. Romanov and Barton had sent him each file, of every consultant they believed to be useful to him as well as everyone on the Index.

Loki grinned as he stared at the brick building in front of him, a brown and red building with green plants crawling up the side. There were boarded up windows here and there, Loki almost pitied the poor people who couldn't afford someplace even slightly more decent. There was snow on the ground, covering the ground in a thick white blanket. The freezing temperatures hardly bothered Loki as he approached the building. As he entered, he noticed a rat, having froze to death, laying two feet by the door. Without so much as a second glance at the foreboding corpse, he made his way up the steps.

With each step he took there came an irritating creak that made the frost giant grit his teeth. He traveled, more or less, silently though up two flights of stairs, giving brief glances around. He wasn't worried about being spotted, he doubted many people truly knew what he looked like. Midgard was larger than it appeared the only places he might have to worry about being recognized was within S.H.I.E.L.D., Germany, and New York. This was Minnesota, nowhere near New York City.

At last, Loki finally reached the end of the stairs and glided wordlessly to the door at the end of the hall. Number C4. Stopping, Loki tested the doorknob and found it to be locked. Gripping the doorknob tightly it turned a very faint bluish white and ice. The ice seeped into the tumblers and began to freeze the tumblers inside. Using his otherworldly super human strength, the lock snapped and he pushed the door open. It stopped a bit, with a two inch gap open, showing a thin chain as another lock. Loki wasted no time gripping it and ripping it from it's place.

Shoving the door open, Loki stepped into the sad disgrace of an apartment. The beige walls were cracked and full of holes, the carpet full of dark stains Loki could only hope to be the Midgardian beverage called coffee. Shutting the door behind him, he stared at the woman before him.

She was perhaps the same height as Agent Romanov, with alabaster white skin and almond shaped eyes. She reminded Loki somewhat of the fictional princess called Mulan with her dark black hair and facial similarities. But the girl was not at all like a princess, her hair was in a messy pony tail and she wore a dark navy blue sweatshirt and fuzzy dark grey sweatpants. Due to the lack of central heating, Loki could see that the woman was shivering and was no doubt wearing multiple layers beneath her clothing. She stared at him frightened and Loki didn't blame her, it wasn't every day that someone froze one of your locks and snapped it.

"Now I don't know who you are," Her English was perfect, a sign send been raised in America, "but-"

"Miss Chan," Loki raised a hand to silence her, stepping forward, forcing himself to speak the next two words without distaste, "Loki Laufeyson, I come with a special opportunity."

Loki strolled closer and looked around, "This is what S.H.I.E.L.D. provides you?" Now the distaste was permitted to enter his tone, "A pathetic excuse for a home? A building with no heat in the middle of such brutal and cold weather?"

The woman looked down and gave a slight nod, "Yes," She whispered in a quiet voice, clearly intimidated by Loki.

Loki scowled as he walked closer looking around, "They give you this? How is this suppose to protect you? A tiny little room that not even a cockroach should have the unfortunate fate of staying in. They expect you to life like this? Why?"

"I have to keep a low profile," She answered, "They said it will protect me from people who will abuse me."

"But living like this?" He gestured around the room, before seeing something rather odd around her wrist, "What is that?"

"Something to monitor my movement and if I use my abilities..."

"They tag you like an animal!" Loki spat, "How can you stand it?"

"What can I do? Life could be worse. I could be in a lab, being dissected," The woman says and frowns, "But being tagged... It makes me scared to leave the apartment and go anywhere but the local diner. It reminds me that I'm not safe and-and that terrifies me."

Loki nods and brought his hand out to cup the woman's face. She flinched away, fully aware that Loki could hurt her in a matter of moments, "You don't deserve that. You and the other specially gifted humans don't deserve such lives. You deserve to shape the world into a safer society, one that will accept and appreciate you."

"How do you expect me to do that?" At that, Loki smiled.

"Miss Chan, just leave it all to me," Loki says twirling his scepter, "All I require is your assistance."

The woman stared at Loki hard and thought for a long moment. Could this get her in trouble, yes, but she was utterly sick and tired of living like this. Of having S.H.I.E.L.D. dictate her life for her. Perhaps it was time she changed that.

"What do I have to do?" She asked, holding out her wrist for Loki to remove the tracker bracelet.

o.O Ooh! Loki's building a new army! Is can't be good. And he'll just blame their disappearance on HYDRA. He's really taking advantage of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources.