I am very pleased to present you with another chapter in such a short time. I have been intensely motivated, as well as flattered, by the various comments I have received. As a feeble way of saying that I have read them all avidly and to thank you all, I finished another, albeit short, chapter. Please enjoy.

Steve could hardly believe his eyes. In the midst of Tony's thoroughly modern garage, was a Harley Davidson 'liberator'. The exact model that he had used during World War 2. Stark danced happily around his project, practically glowing with pleasure at Steve's reaction. "I found it online for 50 bucks. I fixed it up just for you, Cap. There is nothing special or extra about it either. It is just the way it was when it was in the fifties." He thumped the seat proudly. "Let me tell ya, some of these parts are hard to fabricate too." Steve ran a hand over the smooth leather of the seat appreciatively.

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Loki sat brooding on the small cot in his cell. He would watch the mortals stride past the window in the door. They all kept their eyes firmly ahead as it looking through that window were forbidden. The only people that would even look through the glass were the director and his two favored assassins. The male assassin, Barton, would sometimes linger around the opening, engaging Loki in little staring contests. Loki enjoyed these as it was a time consuming diversion from painfully monotonous days.

Loki had inspected the glass carefully, thinking that it may be an opening for escape. The window itself was about chest height to the average mortal and the topmost boundary came just above Loki's forehead. He could see a substantial amount of the hallway from different angles, but he could see neither end.

His cell was almost soundproof but Loki's superhuman hearing could detect the faint footsteps of the mortal soldiers whenever they passed by in the hall. He memorized the guard schedule and the distinctive strides of his most common visitors. Loki contented exercising his mind on these trivial things in place of his usual diversions.

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This was a bad idea, I told myself. You are going to get caught, and then you will be stuck in a tiny cell again. I cursed myself internally. You just got a decent job to distract you. I bit my lip as I thought about Darcy. You left her to take the consequences. You betrayed her trust. I shook my head. Darcy will understand, I reassured myself.

I heard footsteps and my heart felt like it would burst. I hurried down the rest of the hall and picked the left fork randomly. I leaned against the wall and pressed a hand to my chest. I was shaking from the adrenaline in my system and my gut churned over and over with regret. Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I decide to go looking for Loki?

I pushed these questions from my mind. It was for Frigga. I would find Loki and make sure he was okay for Frigga. I had promised. I would not go back on my promise. Reassured of my purpose, I pushed away from the wall and continued down this new concrete hall.

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Loki sat on the opposite side of the metal door, he was waiting for the sound of footfalls. It was almost time for the young male agent to make his rounds. He waited, only a few more minutes, he thought.

Instead of footsteps, a soft knocking sound startled him. He stayed silent, hoping the intruder was just his imagination. When the tapping came again, it was accompanied by a deep sigh. At that, Loki stood bolt upright to face the visitor.

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I was just about to turn away from the window when Loki's dark figure suddenly appeared on the other side. I yelped and fell flat on my rear. My heart raced, but a measure of my earlier tension drained away. As quickly as my tension fled, it was replaced by anger at what I saw before me.

Rising shakily to my feet, I involuntarily moved my fingers to my lips. "Jesus Christ" I muttered. "This is wrong." I clenched my hands into fists. "This is just sick." I looked over the cold metal shape of the gag. It stood in stark contrast to Loki's pale skin and shining eyes. "Goddamn bastards." I spat the words at the floor.

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Loki was surprised to see the girl here. She looked nervous even before she clumsily tripped over herself. Loki might have laughed had he not been forcibly silenced.

Watching her thoughts play out over her face told him almost all that he could have asked. Her nervous brow told him that she was not allowed to be here, her gradual hardening of her eyes told him that she was not pleased with the metal muzzle. The quickest but most intriguing emotion that he saw was relief and happiness. The gentle relaxing of her neck and lips flickered briefly, but Loki was strangely glad to see it there. This meant that she had been looking for him, and that she wanted to find him.

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I pressed my hand up against the glass window and examined what I could see of Loki. He was dressed in a prison orange t-shirt and black pants. His hair hung loosely around his face and a few strands hung over his eyes. His lanky form was slightly hunched, but he still held his head high enough to look down on me as if I were no more than an ant crawling over his shoe.

Finally I raised my eyes to meet his. "You look terrible", I said to break the silence. Loki gave no reaction. "Have you eaten anything?" His pale skin looked even paler. He shook his head slightly. I bit my lip, the junk food I shared everyday with Darcy was threatening to come back with a vengeance.