A/N: Here's the next chapter! I'm sorry if it's short, i'm starting to get writers block, so ideas are welcome.
Once Steve had gotten back to the tower, he was immediately alerted about what Maria had done, and it was safe to say he was pissed.
I'm going to kill her...He thought, walking through the halls of the helicarrier, stopping when he saw Maria sitting at one of the desks, breathing heavily as a nurse from the infirmary wiped the cuts on her face.
Upon seeing Steve, Maria told the nurse to stop by gently pushing her away as she got up, allowing Steve to pull her into a hug, pulling away to carefully study her.
"Why the hell did you go after Loki alone? You're so stupid Maria, my God!" He ranted, pulling her into another hug.
"I know, i'm sorry." She said.
"Hill, you're wanted to interrogate Loki." Fury called from his office, leaving as the Agent nodded and walked on shaky legs to where Loki was being held. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she was fine that morning before going after the God of mischief. Maria's head still throbbed, it felt like her skull was splitting in half, and the advil only made it worse...she had trouble breathing, she could barely stand, let alone walk, and her side hurt like hell.
The brunette walked into the room where the God in question sat at a table, his feet chained to the chair so he couldn't get very far if he got up to walk around, and his hands were handcuffed.
Without his staff, he was weak.
"Why are you working with them?" She asked, her voice growing hoarse as she took her seat in the chair across from him.
"Who's them?" He asked, a mischievous gleam in his green eyes as Maria glared at him, not in the mood for any of his games.
"The Red Room." She stated, leaning back in the chair.
No answer.
"We could sit here all day, I have time, i'm technically still on medical leave." She added, sighing as Loki glared at her.
"What do I get if I tell you?"
"Definitely not set you free. You killed hundreds of people, Asgardian and American alike, and you think we'll set you free?" She snapped, her eyes burning with a fierceness that not many people have ever seen in her.
"Are we alone?" Loki asked.
Maria stood back up, walking shakily around the small room, clutching her side as it screamed in protest.
"Just you and me." Maria lied, hoping that Loki was oblivious to the fact that Fury and the others were on the other side of the one-way window.
"You are not well." He stated, folding his hands on the table with what little movement he could muster with the handcuffs on as Maria clutched the table for support.
"Why would you care?" She snarled.
Loki sighed.
"So, you require information about the Red Room, do you not?" He asked, changing the subject.
Maria nodded.
"The Red Room has promised to give me some of their assassins, along with fame, and fortune. You also have someone they want."
"Yes, they want Natasha, but they aren't going to get her back, over our dead bodies." She said as a wave of dizziness swept over her.
Before the God could respond, Maria's legs gave out from under her and she collapsed to the ground.
As she lay on the ground clutching her side and Loki stood up, Fury, the rest of the Avengers, and Coulson came into the room.
Maria was fading fast.
"Maria, what's wrong?" Steve asked, kneeling beside her, propping her up to lean on him for support.
"I-I can't breathe...everything hurts." She said.
That was the last thing she remembered, before everything went black...
A/N: Any predictions? Let me know what y'all think! Please review :)