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Chapter 2

She was not expecting the Location they had been taken. The flight there, wherever they were going had been awkward while Phil continued to talk to her uncle. Mostly it was the comment about watching Steve sleep.

Yeah, that had been very awkward at all. *Cough, cough, clear throat of awkwardness*

Once there, Steve allowed Phil to take her inside and handed her over to another Agent who then showed Bianca to a room. After sitting there for a while and very bored, Bianca made her way around the aircraft, she had ended up finding her way, somehow, into a lab. Smiling she walked around the lab, looking at all the cool gadgets.

"Hey, who-who are you?" a guy asked freezing in the doorway upon seeing a kid wandering around the lab. He was only worried because he wasn't sure what was in here thatc9uld be potentially dangerous.

Jumping at being startled and likely being found somewhere she wasn't supposed to be, Bianca held her hands together, rubbing her hands in a nervous ball, "Uh, um, Bi-Bianca." She stuttered, "Bianca Rogers-Dugan," Bianca said nervously.

Smiling, Banner nodded, "Well, Bianca, I am Bruce Banner, do, uh, do you like Computers? Or maybe Science?" He asked curiously. He had to smile a bit when she nodded and did that kiddish half-and-half sort of motion with her hands. Walking into the lab, Banner moved to the main screen and a workstation and started his work while answering her questions with an amused smile as he went. It would take him a bit, but he didn't mind the company. Until Stark walked in and made himself right at home just a little bit too easily. Though he had to give it to the guy, there was not one moment he ignored Bianca, in fact, Stark seemed to be entertaining the kid with tasks. With their task. "Um, Tony, are you sure you should be telling her about why we're here? I mean, she's like eight years old." Banner asked with concern. But Mr. Stark only laughed.

Grinning and laughing at Banner, Tony ruffled the girl's hair and got that cute kiddish annoyed look from her as she had to take her hair-tie out and re-do her little messy up-do he'd almost ruffled off her head. "Ten, actually, Bruce, and she's a pretty smart cookie. But I guess you have a point. Skid-addle, kiddo." Tony told her with a smile seeing her soft pout, but she left nevertheless. "She's a good kid, hardly ever complains, verbally at least, her pouting in her way of complaining, so I've learned. Can't wait for her to turn sixteen, by then she'll be sassing back and being a real smart-ass that you might want to lock up by then." He explained with a small, twisted joke. Smirking when Banner gave him a curious smile. "Yes, I know the kid, a little bit." He answered Banner's unasked question.

Everyone pretty much left her alone while she was there. It was honestly the first time she wasn't attached to her uncle. The kid had abandonment issues, though she was pretty good at keeping that locked down, especially since Fury still had her attending her therapy. It was something Steve was working on with her also. She had no friends at all and had to commute almost 34 minutes to school because her local Brooklyn Schools were too full and unable to accept new students. So, Queens it was.

But everything had started going downhill from there when Bianca found her lost way into a Bay Area with a big clear dome hanging above a pair of closed doors below it. Walking curiously around the Bay, Bianca did her best to ignore the stalking man inside of it. His long black hair, green, gold, and black fabric, and leather clothing. She had to say, he was strange.

"You seem to be curious, child." He spoke with a grinning smile. "I am Loki, and what, may I ask, is your name?" Loki asked her grinning like a wild cat.

Smiling at the guy with a curious and thinking smile, Bianca twiddled with her fingers a little, "I don't think so, Uncle Steve says not to talk to strangers, or at least to never give my name to them," Bianca answered, taking a seat at the door curiously. "Aunt Nat says my curiosity is one a cat wouldn't envy. So, I should be smart when curious." She told him.

Smiling with amusement, Loki took his own seat in front of her where the door separated them. "Is that so?" Loki asked for his own curiousness getting the better of him. If he could just get her to open his reinforced glass cage, he'd be free. But first, he needed to stir up some tension. Maybe the kid could help him? Loki couldn't help but kind of like this kid though. There was something about him he found familiar, but he couldn't quite place as to why. However, she was smarter for her own to good, not exactly answering certain questions directly.

"Are you the Trickster from Nose Mythology? Or are you just named after him?" she asked after a moment.

Laughing, Loki nodded. "I am the Loki you assume I am. What gave it away?" When she shrugged at him Loki continued to smile. There was far more to this child than many would think and definitely more than he himself could understand. She was innocent, pure, and yet, he knew this child knew hardship, and he wanted to know why or who. "You lost someone close to you. Didn't you?" He started. The sudden tears in her eyes interested him.

Breathing in and out with pain in her heart, Bianca sighed as she lowered her head, "My dad died before I was born, mom died before she could give birth, and, um, my aunt Sarah cared for me and grandpa for the six years then aunt Sarah died, car accident, then grandpa died two years after that. Uncle Steve is all I have left of them." Bianca told him sadly, fidgeting with her thumbs and playing with her shoelaces. Being a hot summer day Bianca had dressed in dark Khaki shorts, a pale blue baggy t-shirt with the white sweater tied around her waist in case she got cold with her hair up on top of her head.

"I am sorry," Loki told her. His heart slightly ached at the thought of losing his mother. She had shown him many things growing up, how to use magic, illusions were his specialty, but he could do many other things, but survival was his main key, and he could talk his way through almost anything. Most importantly, she had shown him love, motherly and parental love.

Smiling sadly at him, Bianca leaned forward and pressed her hand to the glass with a soft smile.

Shocked by the deep warmth she was showing him, even if he hadn't lost anyone close to him, and he was in a cage, clearly meaning he was an enemy to her, she seemed to not think anything of it, innocently giving him her trust as a child would. Loki smiled in return, pressing his hand against the glass where hers was. It was sad really, that a child who had no idea who he was or what he had likely done, or any clue as to what his plans were for her home, had related to him, at least on a small level and without likely knowing in. But it was here that he felt the connection, a familiar connection of magic spark through the glass. 'That cannot be possible!'

"Bianca Margaret Lou! What are you doing in here?" Natasha snapped with fright as she rushed in and lifted the girl up from the grated floors and away from Loki. Natasha's arms wrapped around the girl as she stared at Loki's amused grin.

Smirking at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Loki stood as he looked between the child and the woman before looking back at the child. "Bianca," he said her name with his normal tone of mischief. Turning his cold eyes to the woman, Loki chuckled. The Agent was shielding the girl from him like a mother to her child.

When he'd said her name, Bianca had felt a cold chill slithering up her spine and backed up into Natasha's arms. When Natasha had sent her off, Bianca had snuck around the corner, listening to the entire encounter between Natasha and Loki. Unable to help it, Bianca bit down on her lip as Natasha had played the man mentally like a fiddle. But in the end, she knew why her aunt had done it. The man was a monster, saying what he had to her aunt about Clint. It was horrifying for a child her age to hear. When she heard Natasha's footsteps, Bianca hid around the next corner and waited for her to leave before entering the room again. All she had to do was press a button since there was no need for them to have restricted access. Although, with her there, maybe they should have had those restrictions. Approaching Loki's glass cage, Bianca stayed silent as he began to laugh, likely not thinking it was her.

Loki laughed, "Oh, Agent, if you think-," his laugh was cut to a dead silence when he turned thinking he would come eye level with a redhead Agent, instead he found the child from before. Her silence and scared expression actually hurt Loki. The two said nothing as they stared at one another, not even when the girl had turned and left. He was left in shock.

Bianca made her way around the ship, trying to find her uncle, but what she found was a group loudly arguing with each other, namely the angry and heated argument between Mr. Stark and her uncle. But she didn't understand why Mr. Stark claimed that everything about her uncle being special had come out of a bottle, Bianca had no idea what he meant by it, least of all how it was possible. But she didn't see the difference between Mr. Stark and her uncle, they were both human, at least she hoped so. While her uncle was inhumanly strong and fast, Mr. Stark wore a suit that let him do a lot of things.

"Put on the suit then, let's go a few rounds," Steve told him with a cocky grin, Tony had a way with bringing out his mean side, and while Steve was a nice and decent man, humble even, he was human.

With her jaw-dropping, Bianca looked between the two, not paying attention to the others. This was apparently not going so well. "Um, Uncle Steve? Is everything okay?" Bianca asked him from around the door she was peeking around as if the door would hide her from the heat of the argument between them all.

Steve and Tony both looked at, her big eyes watching them as they watched her. Fury took the opportunity to request Natasha to escort Doctor Banner to his room.

"And where exactly is that? Huh? You've already rented my room," he said snidely.

"Doctor, the cell, was simply in case-"

"You had to kill me! Yeah well you can't. I've already tried!" Banner admitted. The rest of the conversation had not been a pleasant confession. When they all seemed to turn to Banner, they were all suddenly on guard with the man, even Tony.

Feeling a rush of panic, Steve looked back to his niece for a split second then back to Banner. "Doctor Banner," he started, "Put down the scepter," Steve suggested, many who had guns strapped to them had reached for them, though they had thankfully not removed their weapons and aimed them at the man, that may not have gone so well for them if they had. It was moments later that an alarm started, and they once again began to argue, her uncle and Tony had gotten back into one another's faces, then came the explosion.

Bianca had been sent against a wall of the hall she had previously been standing in, the impact had knocked the wind out of her.