SILVIA P.O.V.
"Loki!" I whispered, waving away the spell that had disabled Blacky from seeing me. I started the spell when I climbed the stairs, not really knowing how much the spy was capable of. After that I just did all that I could to maintain it whilst walking to the back of Loki's cage, where the surveillance cam wouldn't see me.
His head snapped to where I supposedly was, and I waved my hand at him in greeting. He grinned broadly—to my delight, it seemed genuine enough—and then started walking towards me, talking in an excited voice. I had to stop him though before he could continue. I tapped my lips, and then pointed to where the surveillance camera was. Loki rolled his eyes, the grin still there and his amusement obvious. "They still haven't fixed it from the last time you destroyed it."
I stared at him, thinking about how awkward it was, before laughing out loud. "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. I suppose I looked very silly to you." I giggled, circling his glass jail.
"It did look very silly to me, though I understand your caution." He walked side-by-side with me as I walked around his cage, the breakable glass the only thing that was between us. "So what brings you here to my humble abode?" Loki asked, spreading his arms casually.
"I wanted to drop off something for you. Do they even give you something to eat, or something to drink?" I said, only thinking about it now. And now that I did, I was very stupid to not have brought him a tray of food. The only thing that was hiding in my jacket's pocket was a can of soda, and even that wasn't originally for him.
"No. However, I do find myself quite famished, now that you've mentioned the prospect of food to me." He looked at me carefully before asking, "Do you have anything to eat?" When he said these words, his stomach seemed to have reacted in a rather bad way. I heard it grumble, even between the glass.
I smiled sympathetically. "Nothing to eat, but I do have this." I took out the soda can, knowing that he was better off with it than I.
The god scanned it with narrowed eyes. Did gods drink mortal soda? I didn't know. After a moment though, he gave in. "Give it." I willed the can to teleport across the glass with a single word of magic. When Loki picked it up, he stared at it with knitted eyebrows, turning it over and over in his hands. I bit back a laugh when he looked underneath. He's probably thinking of how to drink it. Gods, so predictable.
"You're supposed to flip open the cap, Loki," I told him matter-of-factly. He followed my instructions, and ended up with his hands soaked in soda foam.
"What sorcery is this?" He probably didn't realize the irony of that statement until after he said it, for once he did, a grin brightened his face.
"… Mine?" I laughed, cupping my hands over my lips when I found that it was too loud. "I guess that spell did the trick, eh?" I saw him bite back a retort before drinking the liquid, his lips pursing. "What do you think? Are the drinks in this boat worth spilling?"
"It has a very… unusual taste," he replied, taking another sip. "I think I rather like it." My eyes widened as he said this. You learn something new every day.
I sat down on the floor as he took sip after sip, rather enjoying the drink. "They were apprehensive today, you know," I said in a quite voice. The god's head snapped up, suddenly caught up in anticipation. "Tony and Bla—Romanoff." He wouldn't have understood if I called the spy with the name I much preferred. "Fury and Rogers didn't seem very suspicious, though I don't know about Banner…"
"Oh, I think the doctor is a pacifist," Loki told me, probably trying to make my hopes high once more. At that moment, I wished that I had the courage to relay to him the emotions I felt, even though I wasn't even entirely sure what it was. All I knew was that, every time I brought an image of him into mind, my stomach would fall into disarray, and I would become hard-pressed to tear my thoughts away from him.
I raised my head slowly, searching for his eyes. "Loki…" Then his gaze met mine, those intense emerald eyes that I'd come to respect and adore, and the fluttering sensation in my stomach returned. "I've been thinking… and I think that I—" Footsteps suddenly echoed in the room, and I stood up immediately. "I have to go."
Someone was climbing up the stairs. I couldn't go that way. I could pass by the back stairs, though I would have to pass right in front of the person who rudely interrupted my confession. No, I would have to use the invisibility spell again. Muttering the quick incantation, I saw my body shimmer once, and then fade into nothingness. When the man passed right by me, I held my breath, and once he was about five inches away I let the spell drop for a moment, a moment longer than I needed to mouth a quick goodbye to Loki. But when I did, I saw shock and astonishment on his face, though I don't think it was about my vanishing act.
I didn't have time to linger on it any longer. I rushed down the steps of the stairs, pondering on whether I should meet up with the others again or not. Was I controlled enough to face them again?
I realized that I was more controlled than them, because when I found them in the lab Tony and Banner were supposed to be working in, I found that all of them, Blacky, Fury, Thor, Stark, Banner, and Rogers, were babbling about things I couldn't understand. Several arguments went on at once, and the two vanishing spells I had used took a lot more energy than I thought it would. I tried focusing on what once of them were saying: Banner. He was the one who knew how to retreat back when things got too far, if not anyone else.
"Captain America's on threat watch?" he asked, looking very impatient.
I noticed the sceptre behind him emitting a high pitched humming. Narrowing my eyes, I got closer, bending my head slightly so that I could pick up the sound easier. It was definitely coming from the sceptre. I gave the circle of arguing people a wide berth, eyes focused on the weapon's gem that was now glowing brighter with every step that I took.
"Guys…" I said. Did this have something to do with our cores being the same? As far as I knew, these occurrences didn't happen with Harry Potter and Voldemort. The professors made sure to teach us that. They thought it would be the difference between life and death if it ever came to it. They were right, in some way. "Guys?" I heard Banner say something else, something like 'That's his M.O. isn't it?'. Out of everything said, that was all I heard.
"I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no, we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're… we're a time bomb."
After a moment's thought, I shrugged. True enough. I took my wand out from my boot and placed it close to the sceptre, and just as I suspected, a warm hum ran through it, as did the sceptre. I whispered a spell, a simple one that could make the tip of my wand glow warmly: "Lumos." My wand's tip glowed, and so did the sceptre's, though the latter actually took a little longer to work.
"Yeah, this is a team… Where? You rented my room." His room?
I nodded my head in understanding.
"—in case you needed to kill me. But you can't, I know, I've tried." I tried listening more intently when Banner said this, though I continued observing the sceptre for any other kind of weirdness. "I got low. I didn't see an end. So, I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spit it out. So I moved on…" The other guy?
"Aguamenti," I whispered, and water shot out from the tip of my wand, as well as from Loki's sceptre.
"… was good, until you dragged me back here to this freak show and put everyone here at risk." The man's voice had evolved into a panicked tone, an angry tone. "You want to know secret, Agent Romanoff? You want to know how I stay calm?"
Before I could experiment any more, though, someone took hold of the sceptre, picking it up off of the table slowly, almost tenderly. Snapping my head, I saw Bruce holding the weapon in his hands. I snatched my wand off the table and put my hand on his shoulder gently. "Dr. Banner… put down the sceptre," I muttered into his ear, cautiously, but forcing a soft and reassuring tone into my voice; I wondered if this really was the time to unleash whatever these people were obviously afraid of.