Chapter 10

"I'm impressed, you had me fooled by thinking you were about to break down, I would have done the same." Widow says stoically, Draco snorts at that.

"Really, you were born to torture, maim, control and kill. He had it right on the spot, I kill moods." He said smirking, his father would have been proud of him of pegging someone with such power down like that, although, not after a long lecture on how he could have used that man to his advantage.

Though he evidently frowns, they have a major problem at hands, and it was something that needs to be delivered to either uncle Coul or the director, most likely uncle Coul.

"How did you come to the conclusion on what he wants?"

"Ever since he was aboard and my feelings were messed up, I'm becoming more agitated, so what is it like for someone like Banner. That man wants to unleash the hulk." He said it like it was but a fact. They were joined by Thor as they reached the room where Banner is held. They heard the captain talk.

"I was wrong director, the world hasn't change a bit."

"Did you know about this?" Banner demands as they entered inside the tense riddled room, Widow started to calm him the doctor down.

"Do you want to think about removing yourself from this environment doctor."

"I'm pretty much well removed." He stated.

"Loki's manipulating you." she replied.

"And you've been doing what exactly." He sniped.

"You didn't come here because I batter my eyelashes at you." Widow hisses at him.

"Can't we all take a breather here?" Draco tried only for to be ignored.

"I'd like to know, why Shield is using the tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction." He directed that question to Fury, the man glares at him only to point at Draco and Thor who were standing next to each other.

"Because of them." This made Draco blink and Thor uncross his arms pointing at himself. "Us?" they both started.

"Last year Earth got a visitor from another planet who started a grudge match that levelled a whole town. We learned that only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned."

"My people were nothing but peaceful with your planet." Thor said, Draco glared at the director. "You guys already have a leash on me." he said that with venom.

"You're not the only people out there are you, and you two are not the only ones. The world is filling up with people that can't be matched, that can't be controlled."

"Like how you control the cube."

"Or me." Draco added but with glare full truth. This was the que for them to all start fighting, Thor stated that their use for the tesseract is what drawled everyone here, that we were ready for a higher form of war. Fury said that they were forced, only to be cut off by Stark saying incredulity with a nuke. Fury sent a jab on how Stark made his money, somehow Widow and the captain joined as well, Banner was now debating with Widow.

Draco watched, and realized that they were all affected, it wasn't just at Banner, and he didn't caught it just because he was magical, but Loki meant for everyone to be angry. He was stopping them and buying time, but for what?

That's when he felt a strand of magic coming out as a pulse from the staff making him yelp in pain and drop on the floor, he looks up to find Banner twitching to grab he staff, he looked at him with a betrayed expression.

"You call this a team, no, this is a time bomb."

"You need to step away." Fury ordered.

"Oh why can't the guy let off a little bit of steam." Stark exclaimed.

"You know damn well why." Steve yells at him.

"I'm starting to want you make me."

"Yeah, a big man with a suit of armour, take that away and what are you?" Steve challenged.

"Genius, billionaire , playboy, philanthropist." Stark strikes back, this actually made him laugh as he got off, still a bit sick from that wave of magic coming from the staff. "We can't deny that."

They heard a laugh coming from Thor as well "you people are so petty, and tiny."

"Agent Romanoff, can you take Dr Banner back to-"

"Where? You rented my room."

"The cell was in case of-"

"You needed to kill me, I know but you can't, I tried." This made everyone stop. Draco stood up, his hands over his stomach. However a thought crossed his mind. The man tried to kill himself?

"I got low," Banner started to explain. "I pointed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger, next thing I know the other guy comes out spitting out the bullet." He said, Draco frowns and remembers something from his own past, a long time ago. His godfather getting on the low as well, making poisons and experimenting on himself, he only stopped when he realizes that he was watching.

Draco couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea come over him as he steps closer to the doctor, the man didn't notice him at first but did when he taps his shoulders. When the doctor does notice him he received a surprise hug making him gasp and drop the staff that he was holding. This was turning awkward for the doctor as the teenager continues to hug him tightly.

"Dr Malfoy…"

"Do not try to kill yourself. That is the least satisfying way to get out of life." The words echoed around the room as Widow sneaks right next to them and moves the staff away. Draco was watching her, nodding at it and gesturing that it was dangerous when it was close to banner, she understood immediately, after all she was with him when he was talking to Loki.

Doctor banner went still stock, his hands fell limply to his side as he accepted what the teen just said.

"You should know that the staff was sending out the natural energy that we talked about before, it was specifically affective to the brains." He adds making Banner curse.

"You mean I was goaded the whole time." He sounded a bit angry which rang some bills in Draco's mind, he tried to sooth him back to normal again. A sharp pang was heard in the room, Draco turns around as he heard it.

"Guys-"

"The tesseract's been located" Banner let go of Draco and ran to the monitors watching it. "This can't be…" Bruce said as Draco came closer.

"What can't be possib-" he was cut off by an explosion, and he was right in the middle of it. Draco could vaguely see as the director was flung from the side out of the window while Stark and the captain only fell. He himself was hurled along with Bruce and Widow and hits his head to the side making him curse loudly.

"Bruce?" he calls.

"We're okay." Widow replied however, Draco quite glad to the communication set he was given before riding the heli-carrier as he heard someone reply to her. They both turned as they heard a grunt from Bruce's side, his hands showing a green tinge to it. Draco tries to stand up but his head drops once again feeling the gap that was definitely on his scalp letting out a moan.

"We're okay right?" the Widow questions, hand still on her ears as she watches both Bruce turning green and Draco with blood behind his back.

"Romanoff, just get the bloody hell away from here before he loses it!" He yells at her, the man's grunt were now louder. She stood up and grabs Draco's arms pulling him up. They both backed away a little watching as the man hit the floor with his now enlarged green hands, causing it to shake and sending a quiver to them.

"Bruce?" Draco asks, he heard a loud roar as a response.

"Move Coulson." Romanoff orders as she drags him out but instead of letting her do so he pulls them both to the side as the hulk barraged towards the direction that they were moving to. Dropping and fortunately out of sight gave a false and limited sense of safety to them. His injury touched something making him whimper only to have a hand clamped on his mouth, Widow's stopping him from making any further sounds. He watches with fear as Widow moves up and drags him silently, the only sound being heard were her breathes.

They were now in deep danger, the hulk was beyond reasoning. Just one wrong step and they-

They both jumped when another roar erupted right at their faces. Widow being herself did the first reaction she could think of, which was shooting a pipe that was above them making gas leak at the three of them.

"Incendio!" he barks, waving the hand that has merged with his old wand at the gas. Flares exploded at their face as he ducked and grabbed Widow's head with him, she holds him and started running, moving them away, now they were on a full out spree trying to escape and outrun their enemy.

In all of his life, never has he felt such fear grip onto his heart as he moved with the redhead besides him, the hulk gaining on them, however he couldn't do a thing, not with the dizziness he was starting to experience, he was never fit in the first place, as everything fell down he could feel his magic pulling him.

He followed that tug, knowing what it was and hopeful he wouldn't get splinched. Grabbing Widow's hand, he felt like being sucked into a small tunnel with a hook up his navel, dropping outside to a hall with Widow panting deeply. He groans even louder than before, he never did learn Apparation properly from school, it was out of necessity.

"Go, search the intruders, I'll go to Loki." He said standing up. She got up and nods, not one for wasting time, before they left she grabs his arm making him turn to look at her.

He was surprised to find wraps thrown at him as he caught it with his seeker reflexes, Widow closed her belt and nods gesturing his bleeding head. He understood and gave her a grateful expression as he started opening it and wrapping his head.

Hopefully he'll be able to stop Loki before he does something he might regret later.

The eyes of the damned, an imperio cast, weak willed or enormous strength, and you have a soul under your command.

Widow's voice rang to his ear waking him up from his that very same mantra that he repeated for one year.

"Thanks, whatever you did out there, it saved me." she said. This surprised him, never thinking that Widow could ever show gratitude, but he nods saying "I should thank you for the bandages." She didn't dignify him with an answer as she left to do her job.

0o0o0

He couldn't even run, his hand on the walls supporting his moves while the other clutching his head out of pain. The feeling of raising bile was eroding him, as gulps and a slight sob escapes his mouth.

He was close, oh so close.

Just when he was about to step he heard Thor yell, he entered to find the thunder lord trapped inside the container that Loki was in but moments ago. He stops and glares at said lord of mischief who was now by the controllers.

"Step aside Loki." He orders menacingly, noticing the glow now brighter than ever on the man. Loki only rolls his eyes at him. "I know you're not doing this on your own free well Loki." He said his voice grave for once, this somehow made the two Asgardians pause, one with shock and some slicks of hope, the other with fear and a bit of anger.

"Of what do you speak off child?"

"It's all in the eyes. Thor, what is Loki's eye colour?" this made the trapped man turn his gaze to his brother and frowns, only for his eyes to become wide.

"They are as green as the forest's leaves." He whispers and notices the bright blue on the other's face. "Brother…"

"I am not controlled you foolish child and giant oaf, no one has the strength of doing so." Here Loki howls, Thor however couldn't let that chance go.

"No brother, you cannot let this control you for much longer, let us help you, take you to the healers back in Asgard."

"Do you dare call me insane Thor, and I am not your brother!" He yells at him. A click reverberated in the air making Draco turn his eyes to the corner to find that one man he hoped not to be here.

"You should listen to Thor, Loki, and good catch Draco, I would have never noticed he was mind controlled as well." Phil Coulson said showing his infamous poker face with a bulky complicated gun between his arms.

"Uncle Coul, why are you here?" Draco demands still not turning and kept watch on the sorcerer in front of them. This made Coulson click his tongue.

"I should be asking that, how did you get that injury?" he questioned still showing emotions.

"Hulk." Draco answers, this time aware of how tense the situation they were in. Loki was now showing a smirk, Draco's insides just went cold. He knew something will happen. He moves slowly to Phil's side and glares at him, raising his merged arm at the man.

He felt like suffocating all of a sudden as his hands went to his neck and clutched it, he felt another set of hands around it and tried to get sight of who it was, Phil turned immediately and pointed his guns straight at his attacker.

"You don't want to do that agent Coulson, this child here will get shot as well."

"You don't know that, this gun was taken straight out of the armoury, for all you could know, it has pointed laser as a bullet."

"And it could have a wide range of array to attack. Admit it agent, this is a gamble." Loki said smirking. Draco was losing sight, the darkness was getting on the corners of his eyes as he started to kneel, there was no oxygen for him to breath and he was hoping he could stay even longer, he couldn't leave his uncle with this mad man. He looks up with more fear than before looking at Coulson and there was something in the man's aura that shifted.

As if on demand, there was a sharp dagger in Coulson's palm and threw it at Loki's leg – the same one Draco gifted him on Christmas – yet it didn't touch the mad man, no it went past it. here Draco's eyes widens with shock and numbness as he saw the air behind Phil shimmer and Loki appears cutting right through his uncles back and chest with his staff.

The man chokes making Draco scream silently, Thor was yelling at the background as well banging on the container. Then Loki disappears and reappears near the counsels, Draco finally dropping and gaining some breath yet could barely move his hands, already coupled with head injury.

He didn't dare think of what just happened in the past ten seconds as Phil fell down breathing harshly, he didn't know what to do at that moment.

With all his genius and all his spells and strength, the only thing he could never manage was healing spells simply because he was born dark. He knew minor spells, which he cast the moment he was next to Phil, but that was all he could possibly do, his magic not allowing him to do more than that.

"No- No, No… Uncle Coul you can't do this …" he tries to yell as he drags himself on the floor next to him, the spells weren't working.

It was his parent's death all over again.

His father lying there in the graveyard, his mother shielding him, begging for him to survive, swearing to every divine there that he has never killed in his life.

His godfather found dead from the dark lord's snake bite, now his uncle, the only person he possibly trusted in this whole plane of existence, bleeding there dangling between life and death, and he couldn't SAVEHIM!

"Please stay awake, please stay awake …" He begged not caring what was going on, tears were now rolling down his chin, he didn't realize that he was tearing up at all. The minor healing spells didn't work, this was too heavy for minor spells to heal, and he can't save him. He couldn't even move to reach his trunk get healing potions out, still couldn't even stand up or move his arms.

His eyes wide he could hear the laugh behind him.

"To think I thought of you as a powerful being, you are right at the edge of becoming a sorcerer yet here you are tying yourself to these pitiful creatures." The voice said coldly, he wanted to scream at the man, tear his head off and just plainly kill him, but he can't, his mother would never approve, she would shun him. He wasn't even controlling himself, another person was forcing him to do that.

But he hurt Uncle Coul.

"No matter." Loki said, he then heard a press as something fell, the container that was holding Loki not two hours ago and now holding Thor dropped, he wanted to scream even more, this was injustice.

This couldn't be happening.

He felt a hand on his head, cradling his hair softly. "You really have no hold on your magic child, already distressed and your hair turned as black as midnight." The man commented, Draco didn't notice this, today was a whirlwind of emotions that he wasn't surprised that he was losing his grip on his magic anymore, that more accidental magic was escaping him, plainly because of the day.

However, he stops thinking when Phil started to speak.

"y-you'll never win this, and keep your hands off of my nephew." Loki was about to start saying something only to be shot by the gun that was laying helplessly on Phil's lap, sending the man away. "So that's what it does." He said faintly. Draco weakly looks up, the tears still flowing as he saw more of the red liquid flowing down Phil's chest.

"D-Draco, get up. You need to hear this." Draco doing his best to ignore the numb feeling still couldn't get up, but he moved enough to look straight at Coulson's eyes. "I may not make it, that doesn't mean that we lost Draco."

"You're bleeding … and I can't help you-"

"Draco! Listen to yourself, you did your best, you did your best and that's all that matters. … Everything is getting dark here." he said faintly, this alerted Draco even more as he started casting more of the healing spells, he didn't have a potion now, why the damn hell does he not have a potion right now! Phil smiled seeming to know what Draco is doing.

"H-Hey, I figured out that animal spirit of yours …"

"W-What?" this stops Draco, watching Phil with fear now of being left alone. "You keep everything treasured close to you, you have the pride of one too, you love to fly. It's your name sake Draco, you're a dragon." He said, Draco's hair was now turning back onto the blond that he was used to, making Phil smile even more.

"Still sounds like a dinosaur though…" he chuckles heartily. It was here that Director Nick Fury came in, Draco can hear the steps of others far behind. Phil looks up and stares at Fury's eyes. "Sorry boss."

"You just keep your eyes on us, help is on the way, the both of you." Director ordered, but it was obvious from the glazed look Phil sent that he would not make it. "It's getting black here."

"Not an order."

"K-keep him safe …" he finally asked, and everything was silent.

Draco's heart broke.

"No …" he whispers weakly.

Phil wasn't responding or even breathing, the medics finally came when it was too late and Fury moved to make place for them, another set of medics were on Draco as well, the boy didn't notice as he kept staring at Phil. Not wanting for the boy to watch this anymore then he did, the director orders for them to move him from senior Coulson's sight.

After a while and Draco was still not responding the director turns on the communication system. The blond still had his ear piece on, not having the time to take it off.

"Agent Coulson is down." That was like a slap to the face because Draco, everyone you love, trust and even start to trust will always be taking away from you, you are dark, and those who are dark do not deserve anything, they are never pitied, they are loathed.

"Medics are on him." Someone said but it was too late, and Draco knew it. The director went in to check towards the agent.

"They called it."

He gave out, not shameful at all that he was showing feelings he buried so long ago. He never properly mourned for his real family, and now that he truly witnessed his adoptive one dying on him, he couldn't hold it.

He yells, an anguished scream that pushed everyone around him and shocking some medics away as well. He bends down trying to bring his legs to his chest and he did it painfully slow, but when he did he hugs them to his knees as he starts to sob, he can't take it, they were all dying, they all promise to protect him yet they die, why are they dying!

Not a second later and he felt a hand on his shoulder as the other heaved him up. He looks up to find Director Fury staring at him, the man raised a dagger, the same one Coulson threw trying to save him, there was blood on it, and he knew in an instant that yes, the dagger did went through Loki's legs only that the man didn't show it.

After staring at it for a long time he finally took it from Fury's hands, still staring at it. He bought this for him, he fixed it up and made it better yet it didn't have any good affect at all, did it mean that he wasn't as talented as he thought?

Was he weak?

He looks up at the director who didn't show any emotions, just like Phil only in a more solemn way. The dagger in his palm were now hugged to his chest.

"Get up, we'll fix you up at the debriefing room." He said helping the boy from in untangling himself from his position. Draco obliged standing up and glaring at the ground with glazed and wounded eyes.

"We've got a new avenger." Nick said faintly, no one caught what he said.

AN: My brother slashes my hands accidently with his knife. I thought my blood was closer to black in colour but it turns out it was bright red, does that mean something? It isn't even deep, just a slash really, but why does it feels like a papercut!?

Oh yeah, sorry Draco, I'm a sadist. You are my only outlet in life right now.