Loki felt something was off as he passed by the fourth door of a hallway of vacant lofts, a plain sign announcing it's availability to be rented. Outside, Loki could see the light of the setting sun on the street below as he passed another vacant room. Loki took another look at his notes, wondering if he had the wrong address when a door opened in front of him.

"Are you Mr. Coulson?" Loki asked the stone-faced man who peaked his face out from the door. "My name's Lyle Smith, we spoke on the phone."

"Welcome, Mr. Smith, I'm Phil." The man said, extending an arm. Loki shook the hand and took in the man in front of him, he had an almost friendly face with receding dark brown hair and blue eyes framed by prominent laugh lines. "We're pleased that you could make it for the delivery." Loki tensed up despite himself as he noticed that the room was bare except for a large coffin sized crate covered in straps.

"What is it that you wish for me to deliver?" Loki asked, his hand going for the gun hidden under his thin windbreaker.

"You're the package. I'm afraid I was a little deceptive on the phone," Coulson said with a rueful smile as he approached Loki to stand uncomfortably close to him. "but then, so were you."

"How so?" Loki asked taking a step back and narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, where do I start?" Coulson said looking thoughtful. "It's a long way from Bronxton isn't it 'Lyle'?" The last word was spat out with an accusation. "Must have been nice hooking up with Tindalos, after all they do know about doing all sorts of nasty things. So they must have found what you did to your brother just a bit of harmless fun. Tell me what do you think your brother thought about what you did to him?"

Loki scowled and bit back the retort that the accident wasn't his fault, hell it had been Thor who dragged him to that party and that Thor had insisted Loki drive back since he was the soberer of the two.

"How could you know about that?" Coulson laughed at the question. Loki wasn't going to bother arguing about what had happened that night, no one believed his justifications and dismissed them as outright lies. One more reason for Loki to have left that place and that house far behind.

"We have our ways, just like we have ways of making you ." Coulson said grabbing Loki. The other man continued to talk but all Loki could hear were the demands made to him on a long ago night in another city.

Loki hit the wall of the ally so hard he saw stars. Pain blossomed across Loki's body as blows rained down upon him. His head was smashed against the wall a second time as his attacker rose to his feet and kicked Loki viciously in the stomach. Loki groaned in pain and tried to curl in upon himself as his attacker kept ordering for Loki to quit resisting and how he would not put with any more of Loki's shit.

Suddenly he felt hands on his hips and Loki tried in vain to turn away from them. Luckily, the man seemed only interested in liberating the wallet which contained the last remains of Loki's college savings from his pants. Insults poured from the other man's mouth as well as accusations of wasting time and attitude. Threats followed, graphic scenarios of how Loki would be hurt if he did not obey his kidnapper. Slowly the man turned and walked towards his waiting car counting the money contained within the wallet. Loki took advantage of the opportunity to drag himself to his feet and flee as quickly as he could manage.

'Come on Loki, you aren't sixteen any more.' Loki told himself as he struggled to get out of Coulson's grasp. Loki tried to brandish the handgun only for it to wrenched from his grasp by Coulson who aimed it at him. Loki felt his heart hammer in his chest as he reached for the knife he kept hidden under the thick socks he wore. With one deft movement, Loki threw the knife and Coulson crumpled as he was struck in the stomach. Loki averted his face and quickly made his way out of the building. Still reeling from what he had done, Loki made his way to the nearest subway stop and the safety of home.