TLH 11

Everyone in the room erupted. The shouts of terror sidled in with the yells of anger and horror. Corie stood still waiting on Loki's next words. He laughed harshly into the camera and it focused back on him. He motioned to the Avengers behind him. "Let's see if they have anything to say? Bear in mind, if you don't come I shall kill them." The camera turned back to the struggling Avengers and Tony was the first to speak.

"Don't come Corie, we'll be fine. Stay safe!" Natasha said something in Russian that no one else understood but Corie understood it easily, Natasha had told her exactly what the phrase had meant but Corie wasn't listening to her. She had told Corie to run and not look back.

"Corie Gray. You stupid girl. You led me straight to them, the bow you collected had a tracker on it. The best bit is, I'm outside where you are right now. The image behind Loki faded away in a short flash of blue and everyone across the world watched as someone else took hold of the camera and filmed as Loki walked down the New York street, laughing and calling.

"Corie. Corie Gray, come out come out where ever you are!" Corie took a deep breath while everyone in the room told her to stay where she was. She had a rug through over her and she lay, pressed down on the ground as she heard Loki's taunts.

"Too weak of an orphan to face me?" She clenched her teeth and she knew that he knew it was his fault she had watched her parents and brother get shot and stabbed right in front of her. She closed her eyes tighter together to try and stop the images. She felt sick knowing that the bows she had saved for Clint, was really their downfall.
Loki cackled again and Corie sneaked a glance at the screen to see he was facing the building across from the library, his back turned.

Corie stood up and motioned for the man to let her out. She thanked him for the use of a laptop before she grabbed her backpack and walked into the street, where sure enough, Loki was standing. He heard her walking and turned around to face her smirking.

"Corie Gray. A child of the fallen. Hand me the backpack." She threw it towards him and as it hit the ground, he shot at it with the sceptre, causing it to burst into flames. He laughed as she stared at the bag.

"I'm going to kill you, and everyone shall watch." Corie stared at the Demi-God, her eyes full of hatred. He laughed.

"It's almost afternoon Corie. Tomorrow morning just after dawn, everyone shall watch you perish." The camera light turned off and she knew the recording had ended.

Corie felt a whoosh and suddenly noticed her surroundings had changed. They were at the top of a really big tower, and Corie knew it was Stark tower. She looked around the room to see various men with machine guns aimed towards her. She noticed the bright blue eyes they had and knew their were Loki's minions.

Loki smirked at the fifteen year old. "My guards will escort you to your cell. Don't get any ideas, their suits are fire proof." Corie let her head droop as she was surrounded by four heavily armed men, marching her down the corridors. She passed the different Avengers on her way, all sending her sympathetic looks. She was shoved into a cell, and left there. As she lay on the ground, gasping for breath as her landing had taken the air out of her she heard a small exclamation.

"Corie." She recognised the voice instantly and squinted into the darkness.

"Natasha?" She held her palm out and a small flame appeared, lighting up the cell. She noticed the red head propped up against the wall and moved over to her.

As she reached Natasha, she noticed her injuries. She had a deep burn on her arm and various bruises and cuts. Corie lightly hugged the woman before realising she could at least cure the burn, like she had done with Jack before. She held her palms over the top of the burn and Natasha sighed in relief as the pain was taken away. Minutes later, Corie moved her hands and there was no sign of anything to say there had been a burn there in the first place and Natasha looked down, lightly smiling at the healed skin.

"Corie, you shouldn't have came." Natasha scolded her and Corie shook her head urgently.

"I had to. I couldn't just leave you all to die. If I die then maybe it'll be enough of a distraction to Loki and you can stop him." Natasha looked shocked.

"Corie, you aren't going to die." Corie shook her head and leaned against the wall facing Natasha, her voice now stony and cold.

"Everyone dies Natasha. Some sooner than others." Natasha almost flinched from her tone but ignored her words.

"You and I both know I wouldn't have been able to kill Loki anyway. I'm hardly a killer." Corie muttered out but Natasha confronted her.

"Look Corie, words are your strength. If you can't kill him with weapons, do it with words." Nothing else was spoken between the two girls, Corie being carried away in her thoughts and Natasha having fallen into a sleep due to the lack of energy. Corie muttered something before she fell asleep too.

"Do it with words." She smiled lightly and drifted out. Tomorrow would be the day she died, Loki had decided.

Everyone would watch as he easily killed the girl with the flames and electricity. He smirked to himself as he quickly checked the cell with Corie in it and found her and the assassin sleeping. He cackled as he walked away.

"Ice and water always beat fire and electricity." Corie would faintly remember hearing those words in the morning but her mind would be on other things. The main one being not dying.