Stay With Me
Request for Shadow-Demon
A/N: Reader has a name.
It was a simple recon mission. Get in, get the weaponry, and get out. Your powers of slipping through glass walls without having to open the door made you the perfect henchman for this job. Most of SHIELD's bases were constructed of glass and metal, and while the metal proved to be more than a little problem, the glass didn't. It meant a little more running around, slinking through the shadows so you didn't get caught, and hunting for glass entrances, but it wasn't overly difficult.
Except for the part where your boss didn't anticipate how many guards would be blocking this particular room, leaving you to think that it would be easy pickings.
It wasn't.
You crept along the wall, keeping an eye out for agents that might be watching the rooms. You turned your head, finding no one. Closing your eyes and taking a breath, you ignited your powers and slid through the glass wall that separated the weapons room from the rest of the hallway.
Four guards stood positioned around the room, and all four sets of eyes turned to you as soon as you broke the barrier.
"Who are you?" one called.
"How did you get here?" another asked.
"What do you want?" a third inquired.
"Get her!" the fourth cried, ignoring the inquiries of his companions. They all nodded and rushed after you, guns raised and ready to fire. You panicked and ran, eyes fixed on Loki's scepter, which was encased in glass in the center of the room. Hydra very much wanted the demigod's center of power, especially if SHIELD was holding onto it. They only kept leftover weapons that might be a threat if fallen into the wrong hands, which meant that the glow stick of destiny had some juice left in it.
Just as your hand slid through the glass and your fingers brushed against the blade of the scepter, you were tackled to the ground. One of the guards tackled you from behind, and you hit the floor with a loud 'thud'. Blackness clouded your vision as your consciousness slipped away.
And that was how you ended up in a chair with your wrists bound behind your back.
"How did you get into the weapons vault?" a deep voice questioned you. You looked up through blurry eyes to find a tall, dark-skinned man with a short beard and an eye patch. Nick Fury. The Director of SHIELD. You'd been warned about him.
"I just can," you replied vaguely.
"How?" he pressed. "I had several men guarding the room, and the door only opens through DNA recognition."
"I didn't use the door."
He waited for you to explain. You let out a sigh – you'd already been caught, and it's not like they'd just let you go. Why not?
"I have the power to fade through glass," you stated. "I can slip through glass walls like they're not even there."
"So you just walked right in through the wall?" Fury summarized.
You nodded. "Didn't anticipate all the guards, though."
"Sir," a feminine voice called as booted steps clicked along the floor. "We found her file. She's worked for Hydra for seventy years – she was created by Red Skull and frozen in ice around the same time as Mr. Rogers."
"So Hydra sent you to steal the scepter," Fury stated. You rolled your eyes. Wasn't that much obvious by now?
"Lock her in Loki's cell," the director ordered. Maria nodded and gestured for the nearby guards to come and take you away.
You were all but dragged to the holding cell that had been used to house Loki during his invasion. The circular glass cell had been replaced with steel bars – glass broke too easily.
They roughly threw you inside, pushing the door closed and keying in the lock. "Sir," one of them said into their earpiece. "Should we guard her?"
"Yes," Fury replied. "She's trouble. Keep an eye on her."
You rolled your eyes again. Apparently you needed a babysitter.
"What are we going to do?" Maria inquired as she and Fury walked back to his office. "It's dangerous to wait around for Hydra to come get her."
"We could use her," Fury mused. "If we can convert her to our side, she'd be a useful ally."
"I don't think she would switch sides very lightly," Maria countered with a furrowed brow. "She seems pretty loyal to Hydra. She wouldn't have continued with her mission if she wasn't."
"She informed us of her powers with no resistance," Fury pointed out.
"So she's proud of her talent," Maria shrugged.
"She didn't put up an ounce of a fight when she was caught. She saw the guards in the vault, then they attacked her, tied her to a chair, and locked her in Loki's old cell. She didn't so much as try to insult us."
Maria was quiet for a moment, considering your intentions. "I suppose we could talk to her. But who would she listen to?"
"We could send Loki," Fury suggested.
"Loki? Why?"
"He was in a similar situation. He attacked us, got locked up, and now he's on his way to being on our side."
"I suppose…"
"Send Loki in to talk to her."
"Yes, Sir."
You sat on the floor of your cell, groaning in boredom. The guards paid you no mind unless they thought you were trying to get out. You leaned against the bars and closed your eyes, letting a tired sigh escape your lips.
"Leave us," a smooth voice demanded. Feet shuffled across the floor, signaling that the guards had left you with your apparent visitor. "So you work for Hydra?"
"What's it to you?" you replied, opening your eyes to see your visitor. A brow raised in curiosity – why would Loki be coming to see you?
He chuckled. "Feisty, aren't you? I just want to talk."
"About?"
"You."
"What about me?"
He took a seat in a chair that sat outside your cell. "I was in the very same situation as you are now."
"I'm aware," you replied. "It was your weapon of power that I was sent to steal."
"So I've heard. Your boss didn't tell you about SHIELD's security?"
"No," you grumbled. "He didn't expect the weapons vault to have guards, apparently."
"Not very bright, is he?"
You paused. "No."
"They want you to join them," he stated.
"Who?"
"SHIELD."
"Why?"
"They think you're powerful. Your glass powers could be of use to them."
You growled. "I'm not a weapon for their disposal. I'm an agent; a person."
"I understand," he replied softly. He hesitated before speaking again. "I… I think that you should join."
"SHIELD?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Hydra does not respect you, nor care for you. You are a weapon for their disposal. You have been here for hours yet no one has come searching for you. Is that the life you desire?"
You paused. "No."
"I hated SHIELD," he explained, "and I hated Thor, but the life of a criminal is not an easy life to live. They do not trust me, nor do I trust them, but at least they are no longer trying to kill me."
"Hydra is my family," you whispered.
"In what way?"
"Red Skull created me," you explained with a sigh. "He created me… to be a weapon…" You looked down at your lap, defeated. "I suppose I am just a weapon for their disposal."
"You do not have to be," Loki countered. "You can stay here, be treated like a person."
You looked up at him, (e/c) eyes meeting green. He stared back at you, silently hoping that you'd stay. You were different than those he'd encountered thus far – perhaps because you were no ordinary mortal. You intrigued him.
"Alright," you whispered with a nod. "I'll stay."
The faintest of smiles crossed his lips. "I shall inform the Director."
As he left and the guards returned, you wondered if this was the right decision for you.
Months had passed since your decision to join SHIELD. Hydra had fought them – and you – for your return, but had been defeated. You had made your choice, and you were sticking with it.
The others didn't trust you, and with good reason. You'd worked for Hydra as long as Steve had been Captain America, and that's a lot of years on the opposite side to just walk away from. Fury trusted you more than the Avengers, having been the one to recruit you, but Loki trusted you the most. His intrigue had grown into fascination, which had grown into the mortal emotion known as "love." He hated the word, but it was accurate.
You spent most of your time with the God of Mischief. He'd show you his magic, albeit limited due to his being on Earth, and you'd show him how you could slip through glass walls as though they were not there. You'd developed a pleasant, platonic relationship, but you found yourself wanting more. You hadn't been created for such innocent emotions, but time around the band of humans had affected you.
You were seated on your bed with Loki, watching him show off his magic once more. You were intently watching his hands as green and gold sparkles encased them – something that always happened when he created things. His hand moved towards you, as though he were handing you an object. You looked at him in confusion before noticing the (f/c) rose that had appeared in his hands.
"For you," he smiled softly.
"It's beautiful," you replied, taking the rose from his fingers. He leaned forward, eyes closed. You sat perfectly still, your own lids fluttering closed as his lips brushed against yours. You pushed forward just enough to complete the contact, sighing softly. The rose fell to your lap as your hands reached up to tangle in his long black hair. His hands reached around to find your hips, pulling you closer.
He scooted forward until you had no choice but to fall backwards on your bed with the god hovering above you. He broke away and pulled back just an inch. His lips broke into a smile as he looked down at you. "I am glad that you stayed."
"As am I," you replied, pulling him down to claim his lips again.
