Welcome to the second chapter of We're All A Little Different! I hope y'all liked the first chapter, so...here's the second chapter!
Rogue dropped her duffel bag in the front of her bed. She sat down, taking it all in. Darcy was furiously typing away on her laptop.
"What are you doin'?" Rogue asked.
"Oh, hacking into the SHIELD cameras." she replied, not taking her eyes from the screen. Rogue nodded. Then, her head whipped around to look at Darcy. "What? What are ya doin' that for?" Darcy grinned.
"Because, one of my idols, Natasha Romanoff, is questioning our alien prisoner." Rogue scoffed lightly. "There's no such things as aliens." Darcy snorted. "Wanna bet?" She beckoned Rogue over with her hand. Rogue walked towards her, fixing her eyes on the screen.
There was two people in the room, one a petite redhead that Rogue assumed was Natasha Romanoff. The other was a male in a glass cage. He was quite attractive, with dark hair that reached his shoulders, pale skin, and iridescent emerald-green eyes. He was clad in black, gold, and green, the clothes a mixture of leather, cloth, and metal.
Darcy noticed that Rogue was staring at the man, and smirked. "That's Loki Odinson. Well, Laufeyson. He's an Asgardian, an alien race that seem to be gods. He's apparently a wickedly awesome sorcerer."
"And you're sure he's locked up? He seems dangerous." she asked cautiously. "I'm pretty sure. Well, Nick Fury is." They turned their attention back to the screen. Loki had stopped pacing, a small smirk on his face.
"There's not many people who can sneak up on me." Loki purred, the rich, velvety timbre sending a shiver down Rogue's spine. He turned to the redheaded assassin, who was standing in front of him, her face impassive.
"But you figured I'd come." Natasha answered. "After...After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, a balm. And I would cooperate." Loki grinned charmingly, but his eyes were insane.
"I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton." The assassin cut straight to the point, not wanting to get caught up in Loki's malicious banter. Loki's eyebrows lifted. "I'd say I've expanded his mind." The Black Widow walked towards a chair, her eyes not leaving the god of mischief.
"And once you've won. Once you're king of the mountain." Natasha Romanoff crossed her arms. "What happens to his mind?" Loki's eyes glinted. "Ooh..." he breathed out. "Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" The Russian scoffed lightly. "Love is for children. I owe him a debt."
"Tell me." Loki motioned for the redhead to sit down. "Before I work for SHIELD, I-uh..." Natasha slid soundlessly into the metal chair, smiling slightly. "...well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill-set. I didn't care who I used it for- or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way." Her blue-green gaze became faraway, as if she was recollecting past events, and Rogue wondered what she was thinking about. "Agent Barton was sent to kill me. But he made a different call."
"And what would you do if I vowed to spare him?" Loki asked. Natasha smirked slightly. "Not let you out." she answered. Loki chuckled softly. "Ah, no. But I like this! Your world in the balance, and you bargain for the life of one man?"
"Regimes fall everyday. I tend to not weep over that, I'm Russian." Natasha shook her head absentmindedly. "Or, I was."
"And what are you now?" Loki asked, his head cocked to the side. "It's really not that complicated." Natasha answered. She stood up, crossing her arms. "I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out." She smiled confidently.
"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?" Loki's eyes narrowed. "Drakoff's daughter? São Paulo? The hospital fire?" Loki stood up. "Barton told me everything." He strode towards Natasha, and the redhead's eyes widened in fear. "Your ledger is dripping, gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?!" Rogue's heart was hammering in her chest, even though the dark Asgardian wasn't even facing her. "This is the basest sentimentality." Loki scoffed, shaking his head. "This is a child at prayer. Pathetic!" The god spat.
"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away."
Loki banged his fist on the glass, making Natasha flinch. Darcy wouldn't take her eyes off Natasha's face, and Rogue held her breath.
"I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you. Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear. And he'll wake up just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams I'll split his skull!"
Natasha turned away from the Asgardian, her shoulders shaking. "This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"
"You're a monster." Loki grinned, his eyes deranged. "Oh no." he rasped, his voice sending a cold shiver down Rogue's spine. "You brought the monster." Natasha's shoulders stopped shaking, and turned to Loki, no sign of tears on her face. "So, Banner? That's your play?" she inquired, a glint of triumph in her ocean blue gaze. Loki looked taken aback, his eyes widening. "What?" he managed, his eyes puzzled. Natasha turned, walking away. She spoke into her earpiece, relaying information to someone.
Rogue leaned towards Darcy. "She's good." Darcy just nodded, her eyes shining with awe. Natasha pivoted on her heel, bowing slightly. "Thank you, for your cooperation." She exited the room, leaving Loki dumbfounded. Rogue looked at his expression. "Darcy?" The bespectacled brunette turned to the mutant. "Hmm?"
"Could you take a quick picture of Loki for me?" Darcy nodded. She tilted the laptop towards Rogue. "Knock yourself out." Rogue studied Loki's facial expression. Loki appeared bewildered, but his emerald eyes betrayed a gleam of malicious triumph. Why would he be triumphant? Natasha foiled his plan. Unless... The ground shook, knocking Rogue into the desk.
Rogue recovered, racing out the door. "Where are you going?" Darcy called. Rogue pulled off her gloves. "To stop Loki."
Done! So, hope you enjoyed!
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