Chapter 13: Sorta Answers Plus A Heart-to-Heart Chat

Disclaimer: Marvel is still not in my possession, I'm afraid.

Secondary Warning: I'm super late with this chapter and I'm so sorry. I'm having doubt issues rn and everything I write just feels bad. That doesn't make sense… okay I'm having a "I-think-everything-I-write-sucks" issue is a better way of putting it. No worries though, for my people are working on beating that mentality out of me so you shall continue to get your chapters.


"So… how is it you know me?" I ask again as I shift awkwardly from one foot to the other. I'm too nervous to keep quiet long enough for him to answer apparently because I just keep talking. "'Cause, like, I've only had this name for two years and I've been keeping a very low profile. I could understand you knowing the name Luna Bennett, but-"

"Evangeline Greene is the name on your file and Fury called you Agent Greene when you accompanied him to talk to me about the Avenger Initiative," Tony interrupts me, "so who is Luna Bennett?"

"I am. I mean, what I mean is, I was." I stutter him. "Ugh, explanations are hard. Wait a second, you remember me from that?" I turn to him.

"You called Fury "Director Eyepatch." To his face. And lived. So, yeah, I remember you. In fact, you are kind of my hero," Tony smirks at me.

"Ms. Greene," Bruce starts in an attempt to answer my original question.

"Please call me Eve," I insist out of habit.

"Alright, Eve then," Bruce smiles. "When I first spoke to Fury about how I ended up with… the other guy he mentioned you. He said you were the closest known replication of Steve's super serum, but that you destroyed all the research after Rogers Academy was closed. I've actually been wanting to talk to you about the side effects of the serum," Bruce claims. I may not be an uber-trained spy like Fury or Natasha, but I can still tell when someone isn't telling me everything. It's super obvious that he is leaving out something, something that makes him uncomfortable. I'd try to get more information, but the poor guy looks as if the topic will give him a panic attack. So, I'll let it go for now.

"What about my side effects?" I ask to help him change the topic. The relieved look that crosses his face makes it worth it despite the fact that I dislike discussing said mentioned side effects.

" For starters, what are they exactly? Fury only mentioned some 'bad headaches', but implied more," Bruce tells me.

"Bad? Did he seriously call them bad?" I ask.

"Um.." Bruce hesitates.

"Don't answer that," Tony advises sagely. "I've been through this with Pepper, so believe me when I say do not answer that question." Well, he isn't wrong. Answering is a bit of a bad idea.

"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. Uh, bad is putting it very mildly, but yes I get headaches," I divulge. "All the others are extremely mild. I can take care of them with just a larger dose of normal people meds. My metabolism runs through stuff way fast. The headaches, however, require some of the most potent sedatives known to man."

"Really?" Bruce frowns. "They are that bad?"

I just shrug as a response. I don't really enjoy reminiscing about the my headaches. I've only been fully conscious for two of them and they were the most horrifyingly painful experiences of my life. Since then I've carried my meds with me at all times and at the faintest tinge of one coming on I call lights out.

I look up to see sympathetic looks on the guys faces. Better than pity. I still wanna get out of here though. Like really badly.

"Well, I'll talk to you guys later, if that's alright? I'm kind of not supposed to leave Steve, so I need to go find him. Bye! Have fun with your science," I say while heading for the door.

As I enter the hallway I realize I really have no idea where Steve could possibly be. I should have just followed him and not let my curiosity get the better of me. It didn't even pay off. I sigh before decided to toss a coin to figure out what way to go. Heads for right and tails for left. This time I catch it, thank goodness. Heads again, woo! To the right I go!

I wonder down the hallway and end up somewhere I really shouldn't be. Like at all. Take a guess, where am I?

If you guessed Loki's cell then you are 120% right.


"Oh, hello again," I greet him as the door I had been messing with opens to reveal Loki's cell. He turns towards me as I walk further into the room and the door slides shut behind me. "Nice place you got here." Oh, more glaring, yay.

"And what are you doing here?" he asks condescendingly somehow.

"What were you expecting someone else?" I fire back as I examine the control panel to his cell. So many buttons. So many possibilities.

"Actually yes," Loki responds with a sudden casualness that has me paying attention to him again.

"Who?"

"I expected Fury to send someone he thinks can hurt or manipulate me, not some naive and incompetent little fool of a girl," he sneers.

"Oh, burn. You got me there," I roll my eyes. "However, I am not here on orders. I'm looking for Steve. You haven't seen him by chance, have you?"

"No," he answers with all do disdain for my existence.

"Alrighty then," I drawl and turn for the door. "Guess I'll be going then."

"Wait," I pause at the door, "Is Clint okay?"

"What?" Loki demands.

"Is. Clint. Okay?" I repeat with distinct clarity. Dear me, this guy is a pain.

"You care for him, then?" Loki smirks as if I gave something vital away.

"Clint obviously gave you intel otherwise you wouldn't have recognized Steve when he should up to stop you in Germany. You also know about Dr. Banner. So you probably know the rest of us as well. Me especially seeing as there are few people who know me as well as Clint does," I claim in response.

"I do admit Clint told me a great deal, but I cannot say he said anything of you," Loki states.

"You're kidding me?" I squeak out indignantly. Great, now he's smirking.

"Should he have mentioned you?" he asks with a mocking tone of voice that makes me want to punch him again. I narrow my eye and cross my arms.

"Reject," is all I respond with. His eyes widen almost imperceptibly, but he just grins wider. If he keeps this up I'm going to kick his teeth out.

"So you're the poorly made imitation of an already poorly made original?" he quips.

"Okay insult me all you want, but leave Steve out of it," I growl defensively.

"Barton did say you were overprotective," Loki laughs. I scoff at that. Loki's smile turns cruel as he continues. "He also said something about someone named Evan if I recall correctly. Something about being responsible for his death, right?" I feel my face fall into an emotionless mask as my mind shuts down completely. He just keeps grinning cruelly. His blue eyes bright at the prospect of hurting me. "Evan was your best friend, wasn't he? And yet you got him killed."

"Yes," I ground out through clenched teeth. "Yes, he was my best friend and yes I'm not exactly blameless in his dead, but I did not get him killed."

"Is that what you try to tell yourself to make sleeping at night easier?" Loki mocks me. I could strangle him right now. Calm down, Eve. Getting angry won't solve anything. Besides, you know what happened. I force myself to take a few deep breaths.

"No, it isn't, Loki. I accept the part I played that day. It was my refusal to be a pawn that caused Evans death and I accept that. More importantly he accepted that. I will do him the dishonor of not heeding his final words and blaming myself," I answer him calmly. The shock and disbelief that shows on his face may well be a figment of my imagination considering how fast it is gone.

"Then what of your family, Reject?" he rebounds.

"How Clint really told you everything, didn't he?" I ask rhetorically.

"You lied to them. You caused them unimaginable pain and for what?" he sneers.

"Forgive me, but didn't you do the same thing?" I recall. His face turns to stone in a millisecond.

"They are not my family," he says in a warning tone.

"Of course they are your family, you self obsessed idiot! Thor stood out there and defended you! And you say you are "not overly fond" of him! As a wise old man on TV once said, "Family don't end in blood." Maybe they aren't your blood relation, but they are still your family. They raised you and they love you and they want you back home. And based on Thor, they were heartbroken when they thought you were dead," I storm. He just scoffs at that and walks to the other side of his cell to sit on the bench there. "Though," I add, "the longer you keep this up the more likely they will be forced to punish you somehow or another."

"They will not get the chance, you stupid girl. I will win and I will rule," he claims.

"Cocky much?" I theorize. "I feel like we've gotten way off topic. Let's rewind, shall we? I came in here looking for Steve, but then I wanted to know if Clint is alright. So, is he okay?"

"Yes, he is alive," Loki says reluctantly.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," I bubble happily. I smile at him while he looks at me like I've lost my mind. In all likelihood I have.

"You truly are nonsensical," he hypothesizes with a shake of his head.

"I would hope so," I grin at him. "So, whatcha wanna talk about?"

I sit crisscross applesauce in front of the door of his cell and wait for his answer.