Loki had finally gained all of his strength from when he was malnourished for those few months with THE OTHER. He was put through excruciatingly painful tests; they needed to know if he could trust the god of Mischief, they would push him to his breaking point, to see how much damage could be inflicted upon him without dying, they would then send him to battle with the most horrific monsters. He wouldn't admit it, at the time he was terrified of them. But, showing weakness and fear was not an option for him.
Miraculously when he enter MidGard he had enough strength in to overpower the SHIELD men and attain the Tesseract and still have enough energy to carry an adult female, although he did almost trip twice on his way to the escape vehicle. But now as he carried Adira in his arms for the second time, he no longer felt sluggish and feeble.
The first thing notices when he exits the tunnel is two giant herculean men positioned at the entrance of Adira's cell. They looked closely related, both men had ungroomed dark brown hair with sideburns and full beards. Their jaws square and eyes a dark brown almost black the only feature they did not share was the scar one bore across his face.
"Loki, I recruited you the strongest men I could find to watch over Adira," Barton said as Loki made his way to the cell.
"They may have an exceeding amount of strength but are they intelligente?" Loki asked staring at the massive beasts.
"You dare question our intelligence, Loki?" The one with the scar spat, offended by the negative comment.
"No need to feel vexed my large sycophant," Loki said. "You must understand she took down a man using nothing but her intellect and perception."
The men darkly chuckled. "Nothing will get passed us, especially not her"
Loki looked at them, skeptical of their lack of intelligence before continuing into the room and placing Adira onto the bed, then hesitantly left.
"Do you want me to keep an active surveillance on her?" Barton asked as they walked away, sensing Loki's uneasiness.
"No. You must centralize your worries on out next part of the plan," Loki said.
"What is she escapes again?"
"She won't."
"I wouldn't underestimate her, sir. She once took down ten large men with her body as her only weapon," Barton moved closer to him. "She took us down." He whispered.
Loki rolled his eyes. "I am well aware of what she is capable of, I do not doubt them." Loki lied. He had no exiting confidence in them whatsoever. He intended on regularly checking up on her himself.
Barton stared at Loki before continuing on, having faith that Loki knew what he was doing.
Later on that day Adira had awoken from the spell. Groggy with blurred vision and an awful taste in her mouth, she tried to get out of bed but clumsily collapsed onto the floor instead. The spell had not completely worn off, causing her to feel unstable. By now the two men had turned around to witness her struggle to the side of the room.
"Dammit." she gasped, propping herself up against the glass wall. "Where the hell is room service when I need it?" As her eyes sight focused she noticed two burly men standing in front of her cell door peering at her with large smirks on their faces. She sat in a daze as the one with a scar on his face opened the door.
"Oh look, Princess Fury is awake," he laughed, closing the door while his buddy stood outside, his back facing them to make nothing look suspicious.
"I'm a warrior, not a damsel in distress," she retorted.
"Always have something to say," He said in a hushed tone walking closer to her. "Even while facing death."
Adira confusingly stared at him, wondering what he meant. He laughed at her baffled expression. "You don't remember me?" He asked, now kneeling to her level only inches from her face. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Maybe this'll jog that memory of your's." He said flashing is bulky emerald ring.
"No," she gasped squishing herself against the wall trying to get as far away as she could.
He smiled. "Oh… so you do remember me." The man, the one who single handedly took her down in her own home, kidnapping her. One of the thugs who would beat her repeatedly trying to squeeze confidential information, she did not have, out of her. The one who gave her the scar on her neck with his ring, the ring he still possessed.
"You know, your father killed my boss, the man that took me in as his own when I was young, trying to fit... Gone. I'd always hoped it was too late to save you when they rescued you, maybe you bled to death, or suffered too many blows to the head. But I guess not because YOUR SORRY ASS IS HERE!" He shouted at her, spitting saliva in her face. "ANTISHIELD fell apart after Wyatt was shot. For years I was on the streets stealing, trying to make enough to keep my little brother and I warm and with food in our bellies! Then I found a new organization, they took my brother and I in, gave us hope. They even let me try to track you down but when I couldn't I figured you had died. Then I come here and find out YOU'RE STILL ALIVE. I knew I had to finish my boss's job as soon as I found out." He stared at her, rage sworming his face. His eyes were full of vengeance and determination, there was nothing that could to get in his way of killing Adira.
She sat there waiting for him to thrust his ring hand forward. "This is for you, Wyatt." He said before thrust his fist in the direction of her head, she hastily slide underneath him before his fist made contact with her face, pushing him into the wall since he was already crouched down she didn't need to put too much force into the act.
"I'm not a helpless girl anymore," she said shakily. "You're going to have to try a lot harder." His face had smashed into the wall, breaking his nose. As he rose he wiped the blood from his face which appeared to be more enraged than before.
"You little fuck," he spat. He then tried more useless attacks while she dodged them all crawling backwards towards the other wall, draining her energy in the process, until there was no space left. "Can't go anywhere now, can you," he said pulling out a Baikal MP-446. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this."
"You… you can't shoot me. What would Loki do if you… you killed is source of infor-,"
"He doesn't need you! Word around here is that you refuse to say anything, you die, nothing happens," he smiled crookedly. He raised his weapon to her head height. "I can shoot you right here and no one would give a damn."
"STOP!" A flash of light surged through the room smacking the man against the wall, knocking him out. Adira turned her head to the door to see Loki with scepter still glowing from creating an energy blast, his face showing no emotion besides the hint concern. She sat against the wall, motionless unable to speak to thank him. He glanced at her and for a second their green eyes met she saw the compassion and rage in his eyes, he instantly looked away then walked outside shutting the door behind him.
"Were you two brothers?" Loki asked the man still standing by the door. He nodded his head. "Excellent. You shall be the one to carry him out of the tunnels and when you finish, don't return." Anger filled the brother's eyes, but he knew he was no match for Loki, so he obeyed his commands and carried his brother out. Adira watched Loki stand by her cell door glaring at the man who finally reached the beginning of the exit tunnel.
Their gazes met once again, but this times she could not tell what emotion was swimming around in his green eyes. He left without a word.
Later on that day Adira had awoken from the spell. Groggy with blurred vision and an awful taste in her mouth, she tried to get out of bed but clumsily collapsed onto the floor instead. The spell had not completely worn off, causing her to feel unstable. By now the two men had turned around to witness her struggle to the side of the room.
"Dammit." she gasped, propping herself up against the glass wall. "Where the hell is room service when I need it?" As her eyes sight focused she noticed two burly men standing in front of her cell door peering at her with large smirks on their faces. She sat in a daze as the one with a scar on his face opened the door.
"Oh look, Princess Fury is awake," he laughed, closing the door while his buddy stood outside, his back facing them to make nothing look suspicious.
"I'm a warrior, not a damsel in distress," she retorted.
"Always have something to say," He said in a hushed tone walking closer to her. "Even while facing death."
Adira confusingly stared at him, wondering what he meant. He laughed at her baffled expression. "You don't remember me?" He asked, now kneeling to her level only inches from her face. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Maybe this'll jog that memory of your's." He said flashing is bulky emerald ring.
"No," she gasped squishing herself against the wall trying to get as far away as she could.
He smiled. "Oh… so you do remember me." The man, the one who single handedly took her down in her own home, kidnapping her. One of the thugs who would beat her repeatedly trying to squeeze confidential information, she did not have, out of her. The one who gave her the scar on her neck with his ring, the ring he still possessed.
"You know, your father killed my boss, the man that took me in as his own when I was young, trying to fit... Gone. I'd always hoped it was too late to save you when they rescued you, maybe you bled to death, or suffered too many blows to the head. But I guess not because YOUR SORRY ASS IS HERE!" He shouted at her, spitting saliva in her face. "ANTISHIELD fell apart after Wyatt was shot. For years I was on the streets stealing, trying to make enough to keep my little brother and I warm and with food in our bellies! Then I found a new organization, they took my brother and I in, gave us hope. They even let me try to track you down but when I couldn't I figured you had died. Then I come here and find out YOU'RE STILL ALIVE. I knew I had to finish my boss's job as soon as I found out." He stared at her, rage sworming his face. His eyes were full of vengeance and determination, there was nothing that could to get in his way of killing Adira.
She sat there waiting for him to thrust his ring hand forward. "This is for you, Wyatt." He said before thrust his fist in the direction of her head, she hastily slide underneath him before his fist made contact with her face, pushing him into the wall since he was already crouched down she didn't need to put too much force into the act.
"I'm not a helpless girl anymore," she said shakily. "You're going to have to try a lot harder." His face had smashed into the wall, breaking his nose. As he rose he wiped the blood from his face which appeared to be more enraged than before.
"You little fuck," he spat. He then tried more useless attacks while she dodged them all crawling backwards towards the other wall, draining her energy in the process, until there was no space left. "Can't go anywhere now, can you," he said pulling out a Baikal MP-446. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this."
"You… you can't shoot me. What would Loki do if you… you killed is source of infor-,"
"He doesn't need you! Word around here is that you refuse to say anything, you die, nothing happens," he smiled crookedly. He raised his weapon to her head height. "I can shoot you right here and no one would give a damn."
"STOP!" A flash of light surged through the room smacking the man against the wall, knocking him out. Adira turned her head to the door to see Loki with scepter still glowing from creating an energy blast, his face showing no emotion besides the hint concern. She sat against the wall, motionless unable to speak to thank him. He glanced at her and for a second their green eyes met she saw the compassion and rage in his eyes, he instantly looked away then walked outside shutting the door behind him.
"Were you two brothers?" Loki asked the man still standing by the door. He nodded his head. "Excellent. You shall be the one to carry him out of the tunnels and when you finish, don't return." Anger filled the brother's eyes, but he knew he was no match for Loki, so he obeyed his commands and carried his brother out. Adira watched Loki stand by her cell door glaring at the man who finally reached the beginning of the exit tunnel.
Their gazes met once again, but this times she could not tell what emotion was swimming around in his green eyes. He left without a word.
Hours after the incident Adira was in her cell meditating in the middle of the floor. I am not a fragile princess but a noble fighter. I shall never give up even when the odds aren't in my favor because it seems they never are. Adira repeated this over and over in her head. One of the few things she hated was being weak because it reminded her of when she was little, when she was brutally beaten an inch from her life. She could do so little to stop them.
Fury began to train her after she recovered, not because he felt the need to, but because she wanted to, she didn't like having to hide and feeling helpless. But for the first time in a long time she felt defenseless when the man with the bulky ring almost murdered her the same way his boss, Wyatt, had. Both times she was saved.
"I am not a damsel in distress," she told herself. "But what else can I do," she sighed, laying down on her back to stare at the ceiling. "Oh if Fury could see me now," she chuckled quietly. "He'd probably yell at me to get up and continue fighting." She smiled at herself, not because she was happy, but because smiling is a way to show strength.
"Adira." A deep silky voice called to her from inside the cell. Her smile disappeared but not the playfulness in her voice.
"Oh what is it now?" She asked sitting up to face Barton.
"You're coming with us." He walked towards her with an unusual pair of cuffs; a cylinder cone shape with two holes on each side where her hands would slide into. Well either I'm going to have to obey and wear the inescapable cuffs or I'm going to have to have to kick some ass. "Don't try anything Adira, turn around." She did as she was told, and waited for him to try and put the cuffs on before she kicked his thigh as hard as she could then swiftly spun around kicking in in the shoulder knocking him down onto the floor running out as quickly as she could.
"Ha!" She turned her head and mockingly called out before running into a line of thugs, who were told to be there since Loki knew she would try a trick to escape. "Damn," she whispered as two of the men grabbed her yanking her arms behind her back. Barton then quickly locked the cuffs on her.
"You didn't think it'd be that easy did you?" He gasped.
"To be honest it was more of a split second decision." She said as Barton led her to the main area where all the scientists were working, packing equipment up.
"You shall accompany us when we depart for the next part of the plan." Loki said. "After all you'd be too much trouble for them and I don't need you planning another successful escape."
"We're not coming back here, are we?" She asked looking around.
"Load her in the vehicle." Barton barked at one of the men. His body shape was similar to the thug who almost shot her except he was slightly more toned. She stood still, there was no point in running now, an escape will have to be attempted after they arrive at their destination. The large man picked her up and hoisting her over his shoulder then plopping her in the back of a black van.