Without hesitation, I plunged the scepter into Loki's chest.

His face turned from smugness to shock. I pulled the object from his chest and watched as blood seeped from the wound. He bent his head down to look at the stab wound, as if he needed to see it with his own eyes. His eyes travelled back up to meet my own. They dulled and lost their focus.

He suddenly crumpled into a heap on the floor at my feet. Blood continued to ooze from his chest, pooling onto the floor beneath him. Horrified at what I had done, I stumbled back and dropped the scepter. It clattered on the floor.

A million emotions were coursing through me as I looked down at his body. I felt relief that he was finally dead, proud that I had avenged Coulson, disgusted that I had ended a life, scared at what I would tell dad and Daniel.

I was still standing motionless, watching the pool of blood slowly get bigger when suddenly Loki's body disappeared. Everything of him was gone, including the blood.

"Son of a bitch," I growled as I realised what had happened.

"I have to say, I am surprised. I didn't think you had it in you." I spun around. There was Loki, alive, standing less than a meter from me. I had no idea if this was the real Loki or just another illusion. "Once I have you under my control, you will kill so many people you will lose count."

The scepter, which was still on the ground by my feet, suddenly flew into Loki's outstretched hand. Before I even had the chance to react, he thrust the scepter into the centre of my chest. At first I thought he was trying to kill me but I quickly realised what he was actually doing. He was disarming me.

The scepter easily pierced through the arc reactor in the suit. A normal blade wouldn't have been able to but there was nothing normal about the sceptre. The light in the arc reactor flickered before fading as it was destroyed. Without the arc reactor, there was nothing powering the suit and it began disassembling, falling off piece by piece. In just a few seconds I had gone from being enclosed within the suit to standing in a pile of suit pieces.

Loki thought I was now defenceless but I wouldn't be put under his control, not without a fight. I simultaneously stepped forward and slammed my foot down on top of his while thrusting the palm of my hand up at his nose. He stumbled back and I swiftly reached down to grab the vase on the coffee table, slamming it over his head.

I ran for the elevator. I'd barely taken two steps before I felt a blow hit me in the back. I tumbled face first to the ground. I hurried back onto my feet but another blow forced me back to the floor. I flipped over onto my back instead of trying to rise again. Loki, with his sceptre in hand, was stalking towards me.

"You humans never know when to give up."

I couldn't let him touch me with that sceptre. All I had to do was stall for a couple of minutes. Surely dad, Natasha and the rest of the crew were almost here? I hated having to play the damsel in distress card and wait for someone to come save me but I was in over my head here. It had been a bad decision to come here and take on Loki alone but I hadn't been thinking straight.

As Loki took another step forward he was now standing over me. I had to assume that even though he was an alien, he looked like a human and thus would also have a certain appendage that would cause a considerable amount of pain, and hopefully enough time to escape, if kicked.

Still on the floor, I raised my foot and sent it straight into his groin. I was expecting moaning, clutching, and falling to the floor in agony. Loki simply looked at me like I'd done something crazy.

"Really?!" I cried, exasperated.

Loki lowered his sceptre and I knew this was it, I'd run out of time. The sharp, glinting tip of the sceptre loomed over me but he was surprisingly gentle with it as he tapped it onto my chest. I watched a shard of blue energy travel down the sceptre and disappear into my chest.

It spread like fire through my veins but it felt like ice. I could feel it spreading through every inch of my body. I could instantly sense the moment it took over. Suddenly my body wasn't my own. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run but my body wasn't mine to control.

Loki stepped back, a triumphant glint in his eyes. I rose from the floor and stood before him, ready and waiting for his command. It was the most surreal and horrible feeling I'd ever experienced. I was aware of everything happening to me, my mind was still there, but I had no control. I couldn't believe Agent Barton and Dr. Selvig had spent days like this. It was awful. I wanted to cry but of course, I couldn't.

"This is going to be fun," Loki said.

Dad was on his way.

I still had my ear piece in, connecting me to the rest of the team. I could hear everything they were saying to one another, but I'd turned off my microphone before I'd left so they couldn't hear me.

"You guys work on getting the Tesseract back," dad said. "I'm going to find Loki." I could hear the wind rushing past him as he soared through the skies in his suit.

"Just be careful," was Natasha's reply. "We don't need anyone else under his spell." Too late, I thought. I was suddenly so embarrassed. What was Natasha going to say when she saw her protégée had been foolish enough to be captured by Loki?

Over the sound of the wind, I could hear honking cars, sirens and bustling streets. The sounds of New York. Dad was close. I was so glad he was coming but I was scared of what Loki would make me do to him.

I unexpectedly remembered the words Loki had said to me back in the prison on the helicarrier. "I'll make you kill every single person on your team, starting with your father. I'll have you wrap your hands around his throat and watch as the light fades from his eyes."

Oh god. He's going to make me kill my own father.

"Jarvis, prepare Mark VII," I heard dad say.

"Sir, the Mark VII is not ready for deployment." Even in this dire situation, hearing the British AI was comforting.

"Then skip the spinning rims. We're on a clock." I wondered what the Mark VII was. Every time dad designed a new suit, it had a new feature. I wondered what this one would be.

The sounds of the suit powered down so he must have landed outside. I could hear the familiar noises of a suit being disassembled.

Being true to his drama queen nature, Loki had me stashed away in a dark room, ready to step out at a moments notice and reveal to dad that he had me under his control.

"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity," Loki said. I could hear his voice through my earpiece and through the slightly ajar door I was hidden behind.

"Actually I'm planning to threaten you." Hearing his voice so close to me made me want to cry. Every fibre of me was trying to scream out to him.

"You should have left your armour on for that."

"Yeah. Seen a bit of mileage and you've got the glow stick of destiny. Do you like a drink?"

Loki chuckled. "Stalling me won't change anything. The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?"

"The Avengers," dad simply answered. "That's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. Earths mightiest heroes type thing."

"Yes, I've met them."

"Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction I'll give you that one. But lets do a head count here. Your brother, the demigod; a super solider, living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breathtaking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and one fantastic S.H.I.E.L.D agent with a powered suit."

My heart soared when I heard him mention my name along with the others. He considered me part of the team, an Avenger.

"And you, big fella, you've managed to piss of every single one of them."

"That was the plan."

"Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you."

"I have an army."

"We have a Hulk.

"I thought the beast had wondered off."

"You're missing the point. There's no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us but its all on you, because if we can't protect the Earth you'll be damn well sure we'll avenge it."

"How will you and your friends have time to fight me, when you'll be too busy fighting her."

I felt my legs moving, walking me towards the door. Loki didn't even have to say a word, he was controlling me with his mind. As I stepped out into the room and watched dad's eyes glance over to meet mine, a vast array of emotions could be seen on his face.

First was confusion, wondering how I was here with Loki when I was supposed to be with Natasha. Second was anger, when he realised that I had lied to him to come here and confront Loki alone. Then came fear, as he took in my position standing next to Loki and the smirk on my face, and he understood that Loki was controlling me. And finally came rage.

"Let her go," he demanded, his voice shaking with anger.

"Oh I don't think so. You see, I made her some promises that I intent to keep. And the first one starts with you."

Without saying a word, I launched at him. He threw his hands up, in defence, not to attack me. A swift kick to his stomach caused him to double over in pain. His hands flew to his stomach so I used the opportunity to land a few punches across his face. His cheek split open and began to ooze blood, as did his lip.

While I continued to rain down blow and blow upon dad, Loki was watching us with a twisted smile on his face. Throughout the attack never did dad once raise his hands in anything other than defence. Even when his own daughter was trying to kill him he refused to lay a hand on me.

A roundhouse kick to the face sent him spinning to the floor. He got back to his feet and scurried behind the bar to put some distance between us.

"Morgan, I know you're still in there," he said breathlessly. He quickly used the edge of his sleeve to wipe the blood from his face. "You can fight it."

I'm trying, I screamed in my mind. I fought and fought against Loki's hold on me but it was useless.

"I don't want to fight it." I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. "For the first time in my life I finally feel free. I can do whatever I want!" I reached over the bar to grab a bottle of whisky which I then proceeded to throw at him. He ducked to the side and avoided the shattering glass. "I don't have to follow in the footsteps of my pathetic father."

"Morgan, listen to me. Fight it," he repeated.

I'm trying.

I didn't want to do this. If I killed my father and somehow managed to get myself out of Loki's control, I would never, ever be able to forgive myself. It wouldn't matter that I was under someone else's control. All that would matter is that my hands ended his life.

"Fight it," he pleaded.

I'm trying.

I could see Loki's reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The grin on his face spoke volumes, dad was wasting his time trying to save me.

"Fight it!"

"I'm trying!" I screamed.

I simultaneously watched dad smile with hope while Loki's eyes widened in shock. Obviously no one had ever managed to break his hold before, even just momentarily. My freedom was extremely short lived as I instantly felt Loki's power over me intensify a thousand times.

The smile dropped from dad's face as he watched me hurdle over the bar towards him. My hands were instantly at his throat. I squeezed as hard as I could. Even in his weakened state from the beating he had just taken, I'm sure dad still had enough strength left in him to stop me. But he wasn't even trying.

"Fight him…" he wheezed out. "You're…strong Morgan….I…know….you can….beat him."

His eyes were staring into my own, not breaking contact. Loki's will was urging me on, telling me to squeeze harder. My mind was telling my body not to but it wasn't listening to me. This was going to be it. Everything Loki had predicted was coming true.

I was going to kill my father.

My eyes flickered away from his briefly to the mirror behind the bar. I locked eyes with my own reflection. My eyes, normally a deep chestnut brown like my father's, were crystal blue, the same shade as the Tesseract. What shocked me more was the malice in them.

I looked at my reflection; two hands clutched around my father's throat, my eyes begging me to finish the job.

I couldn't do this. I had to be stronger than Loki. All this time he thought I was weak, pathetic. I had to prove him wrong. I wouldn't let him beat me, I wouldn't let him make me the daughter who killed her father. I had to fight.

My mind was screaming at my body to listen to me, ignore Loki's commands. The more I tried to fight it, the more my body felt like it was on fire. The pain was shooting through every inch of me. It was becoming so excruciating I wanted to stop fighting, just so the pain would stop. But I couldn't stop.

The pain was reaching an all time high but I felt my fingers loosen just a fraction. Dad's eyes were watering, his face turning a shade of red as he tried to suck in all the oxygen he could. My eyes connected with his again.

Do it, Loki's voice commanded in my mind.

"No!" I cried. I ripped my hands away from my father's throat. I was ashamed to see the red finger marks across his throat.

I staggered away from him, still in immense pain. The two sides of me, the one under Loki's control and the one I had control of, were fighting for dominance. It felt like they were tearing each other apart. I clutched the sides of my head as the agony of resisting Loki began to make my head feel like it was splitting in two.

I stumbled into the middle of the room before falling to my knees and screaming out in pain. A moment later I felt a warm hand on my back and my fathers concerned voice calling out my name.

Loki, who had been watching my struggle in shock, suddenly grimaced in anger.

My father, too preoccupied with making sure I was alright, failed to see Loki stalking towards him until it was too late. With one swoop Loki had placed one hand around dad's throat and lifted him off the ground. "She may be fighting for you, but once you're dead, she'll have nothing to fight for."

I watched, helpless, as Loki threw my father through the air, as if he weighed nothing. He slammed into the glass windows which shattered from the force. The high winds from outside blew into the room as I watched dad fall and disappear from view.

My heart fell. I wanted to cry but all I could do was continue to clutch my head and stare at the hole in the window my father had disappeared through. He was plummeting to his death right now. And Loki had been right, I had nothing to fight for now. The only reason I was still struggling against his control was so I could gain enough power back to make myself run and jump from the window, to follow dad.

I know Daniel would be devastated but I couldn't live in a world my father wasn't in.

A strange sound suddenly echoed through the room and I looked up in time to see a blur of red metal fly over my head and out through the broken window. Mark VII. I smiled through the pain. I had no idea how he was going to get the suit on when he was tumbling through the air but knowing dad, he would have found a way to make it possible.

I waited, staring at the broken window with baited breath. The seconds ticked by. I briefly wondered if the suit had been too late and he'd already fallen to his death when a familiar red and gold suit flew into view.

I had never felt more relieved or happy in my entire life.

Loki raised his sceptre but before he could even think about attacking dad, Iron Man shot him down with a blast from the repulsors.

With the suit back on dad was now connected again to the team. "Natasha, how did you free Barton from Loki?"

"Uh, cognitive recalibration," I heard Natasha reply through my earpiece.

"What?"

"I had to knock him out," she explained.

Oh great, I thought. This was going to be fun. Getting knocked out would hurt but surely it couldn't hurt anymore than the pain I was currently experiencing. I don't care if I had to get my arm chopped off, I'd do anything to be out from Loki's control.

Dad flew into the room and landed a few meters away. "Sorry Morgs," he said as he raised his arms. "But I guess this makes us even."

I looked up at him from my position on the floor. Seeing the repulsors aimed at me was chilling so I closed my eyes. The firing of the repulsors filled my ears, followed by a warm blast hitting my chest. I was thrown backwards, my head hitting the floor and then everything was gone.

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