"How is she doing, Agent Coulson?" Nick Fury stepped beside the agent, who was staring into a window that had the detention area where their newest member was being held. She has already completed five and a half months of this torture, and she had a half a month to go before they would even consider letting her out to assign her to a post.

"I wouldn't know," Coulson sighed. "You'd have to ask her."

Nick furrowed his brow. "Meaning?"

"She never talks. Not even mutters something under her breath. She's practically invisible until she gets into combat training; then she turns into this silent assassin," he began explaining. "She's practically like a monkey, for gods sakes. She can maneuver around a room without making a sound, and that's from experience I gained while going inside and watching her," he shook his head. She had gotten good, she was just totally against the idea she had to work with them and had become antisocial with everyone she interacted with. "She hates it here, but she's already been broken to protocol. She hasn't tried to make a break for it in the past month like she used to."

Nick nodded. "Let me in to see her then," he ordered, moving past Coulson to the giant metal door that led to the detention area. He was buzzed in, and he pushed the door open to enter the place.

It was almost like a prison, all except the room Orthani was staying in, which was the only thing that was of five star hotel qualities; though the door was just a prison gate, which sort of made the quality of the living quarters look less appealing.

He went into the locked room off to the side, having Coulson buzz him into that room as well in order to retrieve a few things of hers. Once he had found what he was looking for, he exited the room and had Coulson lock it back.

He walked down the hall and turned into the room where she was training her combat skills up to more than even an assassin would have, and opened the bared door to step inside. It was a rather large room, big enough to hold two family cars inside if there was a way to get them in that room. Though the ceiling was much taller, at least the length of a football field in height with rafters up at the top where the bright stadium-grade lighting was hung.

It looked to be completely empty.

"Miss Mynx, might I have a word?" he called out, knowing very well she had to be in this room since it was the only one she was allowed in without an accompanied trainer and her living chambers didn't show any signs of life. He closed the metal door behind him.

He heard a faint rustling of clothes moving before he had a blur of black fall from the sky to land right in front of him. She had jumped down from the rafters and landed on her feet as low to the ground as she could get. How she didn't break a foot was beyond him, and the fact she was still wearing the S.H.I.E.L.D cat suit and hadn't yet destroyed the emblem on the side was even more astonishing to him.

"You know, jumping around in those heels will land you with a broken ankle one of these days," he rolled his good eye and walked past her to the center of the room. He had found it odd when Agent Coulson came to him with a request from her for heeled boots that wouldn't make a noise when she walked, yet could easily have the heel become flat like regular boots for when she was up in the far reaches of the ceilings of rafters and such. She used the heels more for combat, nothing to her being more satisfying than sinking her heels in someone's stomach if they got on her nerves, though it prevented her from her silent maneuvering around a room like a jungle gym, so she had Coulson request a specialized item so that she could have both at once.

She tapped one heel on the ground, and then the other, which caused them both to unlock from their position and slid up to become a part of the back of her shoe, and the support from the heels shifted to where it was now lying flat instead of arched. The heeled boots had rather effectively become flats, and no one would've even noticed the single moving part unless they looked really hard at it. All she would've had to do to reengage the heels would be to stand on the balls of her feet, causing it to all snap back into shape.

"You've seemed to have gotten past the rehab bit of the training rather quickly, Orthani." He turned around and had to contain himself from jumping when he realized he was right there behind him. "Geez, don't do that. You don't want me to deck you out right here," he warned her. She nodded. "If you truly are ready to start working alongside us, I can arrange that, but if you act up, you will be sent back here without a second thought," he cautioned her, lecturing her like he would a child. "I do have a station for you to work at with Clint, who's been watching over the very object you tried to steal from us."

Not steal. Just look at, she corrected him in her mind.

"Prove to me I can trust you in not causing chaos, and I'll send you over there within a week after working here with us. Got it?" His words were spoken seriously.

She nodded.

"I believe I have something of yours. A few somethings, actually," he told her, pulling out three of the 9 daggers they had confiscated from her at the beginning. He had gotten her the nicest ones he had as an offering of peace and loyalty to her. He could've given her the tiny and crappy ones, which would've told her that he knew she was dangerous and he was holding her back; but instead this was like he was letting a dog off its leash and trusting it to still be as obedient as it would be if the leash was still hooked to its collar.

"You are now Agent Mynx, Special Ops. And unless you want to keep that regular uniform, I suggest you get my second in command to hand you your new uniform," he said in a softer voice. "We thought we'd give you something a little more fitting for your style, since you've taken to flying all over the place like smoke in the wind," he said to her, walking towards the exit and her following him reluctantly. "With this thing, he claims you won't even be audible, running around the way you do," he said in a lighter mood, this time more humorous.

And he was right. She had tight, unpolished black leather pants that her knee-high boots fit over, a top that cut off near the bottom two ribs so that she wouldn't make a sound when she would twist her way through a tough spot. As anything S.H.I.E.L.D custom made, it had its appeal, not to itemize her as a relic, but to make her appear more intimidating since she was on the short side and rather tiny. She had absolutely no arm protection from any kind of sleeves, but she did have those famous leather hand guards that cut off at her knuckles to protect her from the blades of her own daggers and a belt that she could secure them to. Nick figured that she didn't really need much armor or protection like Agent Romanoff or Clint did since she was more of a stealth fighter. All she needed was something to make her silent when she walked.

Yep. I've become just another S.H.I.E.L.D pet project, she thought to herself when she was finished putting on her new getup. Of course, I was just the same in Loki's eyes, but the irony is tragic. She shook her head and put her hair up in a ponytail to keep it from getting in her eyes. She followed Nick out to the main deck, the only thing she was happy about being the fact that she had to admit the outfit did silence any sound she could've made just by walking. She rather liked being invisible.

When she and Nick got to the main deck, he turned around to address something to her, though she had already vanished.

"Agent Mynx?" he called out, causing some of his workers to look up and stare at him with a strange look.

"What?" she spoke for the first time in four months.

He looked up to find where the voice came from. She had already made her way up onto one of the beams holding the ceiling up above their heads.

"Alright, I was gonna say you could sit with me at my desk, but if you aren't gonna get in trouble or get in the way up there, you can do whatever you bloody well want," he shrugged, slightly shaking his head. He wondered if this whole 'fly on the wall' deal she had going about her was actually going to pay off.

"Thank you, sir." I'll just go and vanish into a corner as always.

"And keep your earpiece on. I'll let you run around as long as you don't cause problems, but if you don't answer me when I call you, we'll have some problems," he lectured her before turning to head to his desk.

At least he doesn't treat me like an animal like the rest of them do she thought. That was the only reason she had become so reclusive, because suddenly she was turned into a monster in the eyes of everyone else at S.H.I.E.L.D. She was already alienated by them, just as she expected when she first saw Loki leave her behind. She wasn't their ally to most of them, she was just a delinquent turned good and completely untrustworthy.

Ah well. Life moves on, she sighed as she silently scaled the beams to the highest perch and watched everyone from above like she wasn't even there. It's a fate I have brought upon myself, unfortunately. Might as well use it to my advantage.

"You look to have become weary, Asgardian," The Other clicked at a tired Loki, who stood on the bow of the ship he had been taken to those few months ago. Thanos had once again disappeared to his own isolation deep within the ship, Loki knowing he wouldn't appear again unless something went terribly wrong.

"You are mistaken, in that matter," he spoke fluidly, simply staring out into the black abyss outside the ship. "Have you come for small talk, or are you here on business," he turned on the balls of his feet to face the leader of the Chitauri. His cape swished around his feet gently.

"Thanos isn't happy with your delay," The Other growled, approaching him menacingly.

"Thanos was the one to require me to unlock the powers of the Tesseract before storming into a realm you have yet to see," he retorted, ignoring the Other's attempt to intimidate him. "Besides, your army is far from strong enough to survive against any sort of strategic attack against the human's strongest forces," he exhaled, knowing well enough that S.H.I.E.L.D alone would be able to wipe out the undisciplined army easily. "We mustn't haste. In due time, the Tesseract shall be returned to you, but for now, you must leave me be," he ordered.

The Other grumbled in protest, but he knew he had no quarrel with him. He had practically been shown the exact location of the Tesseract, so he couldn't deny his alliance. He just had to grunt along and listen to his wishes. He left him to his own.

When he heard the door shut, he looked over his shoulder to make sure the Other was actually gone. When he saw that he was, he raised his fingertips to the glass, closed his eyes, and muttered an incantation underneath his breath. Sure, normally his spells didn't even require incantations, but this was more than just a spell.

When he opened his eyes, he saw very faint outlines reflecting in the glass not of the realm he was in. It wasn't enough to actually see what he wanted to reach, but it was a start. It was like a looking glass, using the mirrors of the universe to see into other realms. It was a concept that Odin saw as foolish when he first started looking into it when he was a teen, but here it was, in the works.

He knew he was looking into the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, but he couldn't make out any definite shapes or figures. It was a faint blur, barely visible against the crystal clear glass in front of him. He let a snarl emit from his lips as he snatched his hand away and the faint lines disappeared from view once more.

Can I not just catch a glimpse of her to ensure she is safe? He growled in thought. He stormed off to his chambers where he slept. Only once would I wish to see if she has let her loyalties die after all this time. He'd be forced to forget about it…for now.

He caught a glimpse of himself in a reflective surface and he stopped walking. He had dark circles forming underneath his eyes, his hair had grown much longer and he had gotten much paler since he had traveled here. He did look weary and overworked. His eyes had lost most of their shine, if they even had any left when he left Midgard in the first place.

At this point, he really did look like a monster.

"I thought you said you had fresh blood?" Clint Barton reported to Nick, scanning the main bay area for the supposed newbie Nick had been telling him about for the past week.

Nick sighed and rolled his eyes. "She's around here somewhere," he exhaled and looked up to the ceiling for his newest addition to S.H.I.E.L.D. "She's like a ghost around here: she's here, but you just can't see her."

Clint, also known as Hawkeye, looked up to where Nick was looking towards. "You sure she isn't off trying to get into something she's not supposed to be in?"

Nick shook his head. "I doubt it. She's got enough on her shoulders to where if she screws something up, she's gonna have a jail cell right next to her mother's. I think to her, that'd be worse than being forced to work for us," he told Clint, turning around to scan the other side of the bay.

"And you're sure of that?"

"Of course. It's been a week since I pulled her out of that detention camp, and I haven't seen her breaking into a weapons vault or trying to make a break for it, so I think she'll be fine." Nick gave up trying to spot her in such a big area. "I want her with you down at the Tesseract Project."

"Alright, put her with the exact object she tried to steal from us when she landed herself here in the first place," Clint chuckled, not quite understanding the Director's logic.

"She knows something else that she's not telling us, which is why I want her on guard detail with you," Nick ordered. "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her get anywhere within a few feet of it; she opened it once before somehow and I don't doubt she'd try and at least do it again. We can't afford to have this place collapse like the other base we had this stored in, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Alright," he quickly tapped the radio device in his ear. "Agent Mynx, could you come here please?"

There was a moment of silence. "Tell him to move back a few feet," he heard a quiet voice crackle in his ear.

He smirked. "Take a few steps back, Hawk."

Clint furrowed his brow and did what he was told, only to have a woman to jump down from the rafters and land right where he was once standing. He raised his brow.

"Sir?" she answered Nick quietly.

"I want you to follow Hawkeye down to the hanger we have the Tesseract Project located in," he said, practically unfazed by her jumping in from nowhere. "I've told Hawkeye here that you aren't to get within a 5 feet radius of it, seeing as though you managed to destroy an entire base of ours when you managed to get that thing to open. You will also make sure no one touches it besides those who are authorized to, and you will especially keep an eye on that scientist, Selvig," he began rattling off orders to her. "Especially Selvig. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded. "Inescapably clear, sir."

Nick nodded as well. "Good. Now go on, get going. If I hear you're acting up, I'll have you up here in a heartbeat, understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Come on, Agent," Clint nodded his head in the direction of the way down to the underground bunker. "Time to throw the fresh meat to the lions, huh."

She didn't answer him. She simply followed him across the bay to the hallway they would take to make their way down to the high security area below.

"Well you're a quiet one," he spoke once more when he realized she wasn't speaking at all.

"I have no reason to talk," she spoke without hesitation as they passed through a set of heavy metal doors and walked down another hallway leading straight into the underground bunker.

"Well, you have no reason not to either-"

"Look around you. You don't exactly see people giving me anything else but an evil, suspicious look. They all know what I've done to the operation and that is all they see," she interrupted him before he got any further. "Look, I don't care what you think happened or what you heard happened at that base a while back, but I can tell you it isn't what you think it is."

Hawkeye closed his mouth, knowing better than to stop her.

"I'm no monster. I just chose to get involved with a person I shouldn't have been messing with," she stated simply as they walked into the bunker-turned-laboratory. She gave a quick glance around before spotting a place she could perch, and instead of vaulting herself up there the hard way, she took the stairs to avoid drawing attention to herself.

"I don't think you're a monster. Just misunderstood," he stated before walking off towards his own post he had deemed the Hawk's Nest, where he watched everything going on below him.

Orthani took her place on a metal grate high above the workers heads and watched then pointlessly work and study the alien object in their possession. Dammit, Loki. You've waited too long to make your move, she thought to herself while dangling her legs over the edge of the grate. I've been stuck between two different sides here. I can't keep playing both sides anymore.

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