I slide off the metal table I was lying on and stand up, swaying slightly as the world wobbles, then settles. The two men turn and, grabbing my arms, march me off down a side passage that appears to lead further into this maze of tunnels. My heart is beating quickly, matching my fast pace as I am practically dragged along by the pair of blue-eyed men. Am I being taken to a cell?

"Hey! Where are you taking me?" I question them. Neither one answers, and I huff, although their lack of response only makes my heart rate pick up more. I look around, trying to figure out where we are going, and my brow furrows as I realize that the passageway we are walking through is lined with doors on one side. What in the world...?

The two men stop abruptly, jerking my arms painfully. "Hey! Watch it!" I scold with a frown.

"This is your room," one of the men says. They drop my arms, and one of them opens the door we are now standing in front of. I stare in disbelief. They're going to just give me a room and expect me to stay there? What in the world is wrong with- oh.

Loki is testing me again. He wants me to prove myself- prove that I'm going to stay and help him. The room is probably bugged, and I'm sure there are guards being stationed all over the place to prevent any escape attempts. I bet even Loki will be watching, at least at first. Ugh. Creep.

I walk through the door, and my eyes do a quick sweep of the room. There's a twin bed in the left far corner with a nightstand next to it, and a chair and table in the corner opposite the bed on the far right. Directly to the right is the entrance to a tiny half-bathroom, and along the wall directly to my left is a chest of drawers. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the small room are all a dull grey concrete. Grey...why did it have to be grey?

Satisfied for now, I turn back to the doorway. My eyebrows shoot skyward. The guards are gone! I walk to the entrance of my new room and look out. The two men are walking back down the hallway to the main area we'd just come from. I frown. They're going to just leave me here? I knit my brow. Why aren't they at least going to stand guard at the door? That's what I would do.

After considering my options for a moment, I decide to stay in my room. I haven't fully explored it anyway, and trying to escape would be foolish, since Loki is providing me every opportunity to do just that. Not only that, but I am in no condition to escape. My head is still hurting, although the pain is beginning to fade, and I feel rather weak. I assume it must be the effects of whatever they drugged me with. I turn and look at the room, placing my hands on my hips. I'll start with the dresser. I go over to it and pull open the top drawer. I lift an eyebrow. It's full of neatly folded women's clothing. I pull a shirt out and hold it up. It's my size...

I frown, and dig through the other three drawers. They are all full of clothing that is my size! What the heck! How did they...oh wait, I bet they found out my size - and just about every other thing there is to know about me - while I was drugged. I groan and roll my eyes. "Scientists," I mutter, then huff and shut the drawers. "At least I'll have clothes to wear."

I move on, inspecting every inch of the room and adjoining bathroom- which was cleaned, apparently, and to my surprise, actually smells good- and finding almost nothing of interest. The bed is freshly made, and there are three pair of shoes underneath it- a pair of combat boots, a pair of tennis shoes, and a pair of flats. Of course, all my size. The nightstand has a lamp on it, the chair and table are empty, no windows in the room, no decorations. I sigh and flop down onto the bed, staring up at the dull grey ceiling. It's been barely ten minutes and I'm already bored.

I lay there for I don't know how long. I don't have my Apple watch or my phone, so I can't tell the time. Which of course means I also have no contact with the outside world. And even if I did have my phone, who would I contact? The only people strong enough to take on Loki and his blue-eyed gang are the Avengers, and I have absolutely no way of contacting any of them. I might as well face it. I'm stuck here.

I groan and rub my hands over my face. Why, Vikki? Why can't you leave well enough alone?! Your life would be so much better if you would just quit being so daring and nosy. I sigh and close my eyes. In a single day, I've been whisked away to a world I thought was fictional, knocked out, drugged, and strapped down like a dangerous criminal. I've found out I have powers I don't know how to control, and made a deal with the...god of mischief and lies. And worst of all, I don't know how to get home.

Tears prick my eyes. Am I stuck here forever? I can handle myself in this world easily, thanks to the fact I am such a Marvel freak and know a lot more than most about this world, but this is not my world. I'm not supposed to be here, not supposed to exist in this world. I'm an anomaly, and with my invisibility power and knowledge of the future, I am in a precarious position. I can help the Avengers, but anyone with evil intentions will just try to use me. Like Loki is now. And I don't know how to defend myself- I can't even use a weapon. So I am in danger at all times.

I don't even realize I'm crying until I feel tears sliding down the sides of my face and into my black hair. I sit up quickly, angrily swiping at the tears. I can't be weak! I have to be smart, capable, strong. I have to use my brains, not my emotions. I close my watery eyes and take several deep breaths, calming myself down. Breath. Think. Use your head. You can do this. You are stronger than you think.

I breathe a deep sigh of relief as I regain control. I open my eyes to see that my skin is glowing blue again, and it is steady, not flickering. I stare blankly at my hands for a minute, then release the energy with a jerk. I do not want Loki thinking I'm trying to escape! I look around to make sure no one saw, then realize that glancing around nervously looks even more suspicious. I can't afford to look, act, sound, or even breathe in a way that would make someone here suspicious. My life is hanging by a thread as it is; I'll have to be more careful from now on.

I get up and begin to pace. Sitting idly will drive me crazy. I decide to figure out a plan of escape. Depending on when the German gala is, I should only have a few days to prove myself before Loki leaves. Once he's gone, it'll be much easier to escape -especially since Barton will be with him- but my window of escape will be small. Barton will only be gone for 24 hours or so, and once he returns, he'll have the iridium needed for the Tesseract holder-thingy. Once it's ready, the entire underground operation will begin packing up and preparing to leave, and Barton will head out again to get Loki out of the helicarrier. That will be my second chance to escape, but it will be even smaller than the first. Loki will arrive back here in a matter of hours once Barton leaves to get him.

I decide my best chance of escape will be the second time Barton leaves. There will be much more commotion, people will be constantly coming and going, and Loki will still be gone. But I will have to be very careful, and plan it well. I'll have to make sure to note every guard position, observe times of guard changes, find every possible exit to the underground maze of tunnels, and all the while keep up the act of a grudging helper to the operation. I smile ruefully. That part won't be hard.

Taking a deep breath and summoning all my courage, I turn and face the door, stepping forward boldly.

I have work to do.

Author's Note: This probably seems like a filler chapter. I'm so sorry, I had intended to put something else in this chapter, but I ran out of room. I hope you enjoy anyway! Please comment and tell me what you think, I love to read your opinions! I'll update again ASAP!

Signing off, AuthorsDream.