Ivy here still.
"I don't do spoilers. Tony or anyone else will tell you that," I said.
He let go of my arm and I dropped. My head hit a table on the way down.
"I didn't ask for your opinion."
I lay still a moment. For those of you who have never fallen and hit your head on something, it hurts. A lot. "I didn't ask what you wanted. I decided on this long ago, and I'll stick with it."
He laughed. "We'll see about that."
You know, I think this interdimensional energy stuff interferes my reasoning, because I've had even more trouble keeping my mouth shut since this stuff started happening. Then again, it could be just because I've been meeting people who brought that side out in me. I'll have to talk to the Doctor.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me deeper into the room, letting me fall onto the ground next a table.
He stood at a table for a moment, then leaned down, holding a syringe. "This will hurt. A lot. We'll see how interest you are in hiding things afterward"
He pressed the needle into my arm. The blue contents entered my arm.
My vision flashed blue and a familiar tingling began to spread outward from the needle.
"This is what you were afraid of, wasn't it? All that work, learning to fight. Loki's control wasn't much fun, was it? This is a bit different, doesn't last forever, but the principle is the same. It makes your mind open to suggestion."
My veins glowed blue. My vision was tinted blue and threatening to turn black.. My veins burned as if they were on fire, my head hurt as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to it.
In a sudden burst of strength, I punched him. Hard. In the knee, due to being unable to aim higher.
He actually stumbled back several steps.
I scrambled to my feet and started throwing more punches.
Killian tackled me and pinned me to the ground. "It's all right. Perfectly normal. You work for me. You have for a while, you do whatever I tell you to."
And my mind actually bought it for a horrifying moment. It was like Loki's control all over again. Icy cold and absolutely terrible.
Then I broke out of it and lashed out, striking at him.
He grabbed my wrists. "Don't fight it. That's what hurts," said Killian.
I don't think it's too hard to guess which I'd prefer – pain, or mind control by someone who wants to take over the world.
And then I passed out, something I have become far too familiar with of late.