This chapter is dedicated to a bunch of those of you who reviewed to Chapter 13. Hopefully, this will be a great chapter for yall, in a slightly sadistic way. :D In the chapter, there is going to be a special POV! Just for you guys! Hopefully, it doesn't confuse you guys :D
Loki dances like a butterfly in the Mexican desert...that is all. He just needs a hug! Hug Loki!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Though you all know that, I have to say it for legal reasons.
Jessie
You tell them you were a victim, they tie you to a chair. You tell them they are crazy, egotistical, fool, they hook you up to a machine that sends electrical pulses through your body until you are at the brink of unconsciousness. What did you expect? And they call me a monster.
My eyes looked up, searching the glass room I had been in for almost twelve hours, my rough estimate. The room spun, and I almost hurled at the dizzying feeling that came over me. Fury reentered, taking his usual place just outside the glass doors. The doors slid open and he stepped in, practically sneering at me as the doors shut behind his form. Ever since I tried to explain to Natasha how I had ended up stuck with Loki they had developed a routine. None of them believed me. Fury repeated mocked me, saying 'Well isn't that just convenient?'. I would glare, he would ask me where Loki was. I would tell him I didn't know, that I last saw him on the street before I took off running. He would call me a liar, and mutter into his small black 'walkie talkie' just before a decent voltage of electricity would rush through me. When it stopped, I would be leaning forward in the metal chair with my hair hanging in my face. Never scream. Only the guilty scream. It hurts! I know. Let me have control, take a rest. Since when do you care about me? If I let you have control, you'll do something stupid. You'll only make it...worse. I promise to behave. Okay...
?Jessica?
Her control slipped and I slithered in, loving the feel of having control of this body. Even if I didn't have total control, and it was a little small. I had enough to speak, to feel the air enter through slowly chapping lips. I opened my eyes and looked through the room, testing the restraints that held me to the metal chair. How dare they think they have the right to tie Jessie to a chair? I remembered Patches and looked up to see him eyeing me. His head tilted to the side a bit, his one good eye widening. Licking my lips, I chuckled darkly.
"You find something funny, Grey?" Fury asked, crossing his arms. A wicked grin pulled at the corners of my lips and I met his stare with one of my own. Staring through damp locks of hair at him, I almost wished he could see my blood red eyes through the raven feather locks. I should remedy that.
"Why yes, in fact. I find it hilarious you believe yourself capable of restraining me," I spoke in a silky voice, ripping out of the restraints. It was difficult, more so than I thought it would be. Quickly, Fury reacted by muttering into his black box. Growling, I felt the slightest shock before one of my hands ripped the wires from their various points attached to my skin.
"What do you think you're doing?" Fury asked me. I smirked at him, seeing the surprise clear in his dark eyes. With a content sigh, I brushed my black hair out of my face and gave him my evilest smile.
"I never liked being restrained. It's time we have a little chat, Fury," my hand went out and caught him by the throat, me using what nails Jessie had to dig into the dark skin. "Because I feel that you haven't quite been listening with your clogged up ears."
Loki
The familiar flying fortress of the SHIELD agents appeared around me. I was in a dark hallway, with no one around. At a quick pace, I took off walking down the hallway. A guard came from around a corner up ahead of me and I sent a small blast of green energy his way, not willing to waste time with petty fights. Soon, I came to an area I recognized, one that was now crawling with agents that were in a flurry of chaos. My eyes observed them as they yelled into small black boxes. Jessie's name met my ears and I listened intently.
"What do you mean Grey got out of her restraints?" a woman shouted into the small black box before taking off at a steady pace in my direction. Hiding in the shadows, I allowed her to pass me before silently following. "I'm on my way. Wait- Fury's in there with her? In the Hulk's container? Has he lost his mind?"
The Midgardian woman must have heard me for she turned around and pointed her pistol at me. Her eyes widened and I moved forward quickly before sending a kick into her jaw and another into her stomach. She slumped to the ground and I took off running. What in Asgard has that foolish girl gotten herself into?
Jessie
Unable to stop her from launching Director Fury across the room and into the metal chair, I watched in horror. I was too weak to take back control. Fury pulled out a black gun and aimed it in my direction before firing. She ducked it, dodging with grace before straightening herself and sneering at him. Stop, you promised. I haven't killed him yet, I consider him being alive to mean that I have been well behaved so far.
"You keep insisting that I am a monster. Have you looked in the mirror, stared into the depths of your own cold, dark eyes to see what lies deep within the fiery depths of your very soul? To discover what drives you to obsess over every single case to ever cross your desk? Ever wonder how you can be so willing to torture the innocent to put away the misunderstood? I know your secret, Fury. Your soul is dark, black as the hair of the man you search for. You envy him, your envy matching his emerald eyes, because you cannot be as powerful as he. So determined, are you, to be the greatest, that you stoop so low as to betray those you expect to trust you and work for you," she spat every word, watching as his anger grew with every accusation before he shot again. She barely moved out of the way in time, a deranged cackle passing through her lips. "You must be so furious, Fury, to know that you are wrong. That if I am a monster, you must be the God of Monsters himself."
"That would be me, actually," I froze at his voice, surprised. She turned around quickly and faced Loki. Loki stood, looking through the now open doorway at me. His eyes were a bright green, brighter than I remembered.
"Well, if it isn't the God of Liars," she smirked, walking forwards and stopping two feet from the god. Loki searched my eyes, most likely seeing red orbs and not a sprinkle of my sapphire.
"Let Jessica go," Loki ordered. She laughed at him as if he had just told the best joke her ears had ever heard. Again, she moved forward, bringing my lips to his ear.
"I'm not holding her," she whispered. "She let me have control."
Loki pulled back and I felt his hands on my shoulders, like the coolness of a gentle breeze on a warm summer day. I wanted to move, for once I wanted to reach up and touch his face, to kiss him. Sadly, I couldn't even blink on command. "You lie."
"You can't have her back! She's mine!" the sudden outburst shocked me, but seemed to not phase Loki as he swept forward and gazed into my eyes. I felt almost as if he was looking past the blanket of crimson that she hid my very soul behind, the one that constantly fought to smother me and steal away what light I had left. Leaving me in an abyss of dark nightmares that would haunt me for an eternity.
"Jessica is a sentimental, sarcastic, whiny, stubborn, foolish, mortal; but she is not property," Loki informed her. "Jessica is no toy for you to play with like an immature child."
"Mine! You're just like her parents, always taking her away from me. Making her feel the emotions of fools. Love, happiness, trust, all for the weak!" she snapped at him.
"I'd rather be weak than be a monster," Loki spoke the very words that I wished I could say. His head bent forward and brushed my lips. A thousand painful sparks went off all at once as the crimson blanket fell away and I broke through. I would say it was like a breath of fresh oxygen, but Loki's kiss practically tore what oxygen was left from my lungs. As I pulled back, I opened my mouth to thank him.
"Th-" was as far as I got before a bullet tore into my back. A strangled gasp left me, and I fell forward into Loki's arms.
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