Two chapters in one week, it's crazy! I hope you enjoy where Pan's story is heading. Don't forget to leave a review!


If there had been witnesses to the scene that unfolded in the quinjet, they might have been lead to believe it was a comfortable silence that enveloped two individuals facing each other. They would have been wrong of course, as contented as Pan seemed on the surface something struggled very hard to reach to the surface from within the depths of her mind.

Loki was relaxed, his attention focused solely on his new puppet, he was the one to break the silence. "Let us talk a little about you shall we." He seemed pleased with himself and intensely intrigued.

"What would you like to know?" Pan replied calmly, all disagreement seemingly gone from her person.

"Let's start with your fascinating ability to heal, for instance if I were to do this." As he spoke Pan watched as he leant forward with the sceptre and pressed the tip into the skin of her cheek. As the blade was drawn downwards her skin opened easily, Pan didn't flinch as she stared straight into his eyes, the glow of the blue crystal illuminating her now cold, crystalline eyes. The spear was taken swiftly away from her face and as he withdrew the weapon and sat back again Loki studied her as the wound rapidly closed, leaving no trace.

"Like I told you, I'm the next stage in human evolution. I have rapid regenerative abilities, extremely heightened senses, sharp reflexes, extra speed and strength, and an amazingly good memory. In short I'm perfect." The words tumbled from her mouth with ease and why shouldn't they, he wanted to know what she could do.

"Amazing. You were born with this abilities?" Loki continued to study her. "Yes." her answer was short and to the point. "And your family, your friends they accept you even with your differences?" This next question jolted something within Pan though it didn't show on her expression. A memory started to surface within her mind, one she felt reluctant to share with her new leader.

"My parents were my only family and they've been dead for nearly 80 years, I doubt anyone cares that I'm different." Pan said this with a deadpan expression, but a bad feeling started to overcome her mind as memories of the parents she barely thought about started to rise to the surface.

Loki stood an extremely pleased smile gracing his features, "With your parents being long dead that would make you aged in human terms. You are such fleeting creatures, for you to have lived so many years and remain untouched by time, remarkable." With this realisation he stood and began to pace in-front of her, not noticing that Pan was currently in turmoil.

Pan sat watching him, her fingers slowly closing, with her fists now clenched on her knees the image of her mother's face flashed before her eyes. The first image showed her smiling and happy, but in the next second her mother lay on the floor blood everywhere, eyes dead to the world.

"Stop." The whisper slipped out quietly but Loki heard it all the same. He paused in his pacing, turning slowly to face her.

"What did you say?" Anger showed on his face now as she looked at up him. He lent toward her, scepter still held in his grasp.

"Please, stop." The old Pan probably wouldn't have begged, but now it seemed reasonable. As she sat before this man, her God, nails cutting groves into her skin she didn't want to remember the terrible things that had happened so long ago.

"Stop? But why would I do that? I have you right where I want you, all that glorious information held inside your head and all the horrors you must have seen. Don't you want to share them with me?" The sadistic smile he now showed her must have been too much, because with a shout Pan leaped forward grabbing Loki by the upper arms and slammed him into the wall at his back.

"Enough!" Pan's cry came along with her return to clarity, the cold grasp Loki had over her mind withdrawing just enough, but she felt it linger at the edge of her awareness.

"Oohh, such strength. Not even your Agent Barton could withstand the power I wield and yet here you stand, fighting back." He said this unworried by the grip she had on him, Pans breathing came in short pants as she tried to hold onto her sanity. Her head hanged down between them and as her eyes refocused all she could see was Loki's chest, all she could feel was the muscles in his arms beneath her fingers, his scent filled her nose. Pan raised her head and met his gaze, he really is rather handsome the thought entered her mind as she looked into those crystalline green eyes.

With a frown at the ever growing smile on the mad god's face, she shook her head and with a growl at him but also at herself, Pan flung herself away from Loki. Letting go of him caused her to lose balance and stumble, her mind not truly her own again. "What have you done to me?" Her question came out as a mumble, mostly to herself as she tried so hard to understand. It wasn't just that she could smell him, she could sense him, the space he took up, and the air he breathed. It was almost like she could sense his mind on the edge of that ever encroaching coldness threatening to take away her control once more.

"I have set you free." Loki's reply was filled with pride as he opened his arms as showing off to the world. Pan felt herself weaken, falling to her knees, she continued to fight his power and she continued to evaluate that sense she was getting of Loki on the edge of her thoughts. He hasn't noticed that something isn't right that thought was the last her clear mind was allowed as the coldness swept over her and her control was stolen once more.

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Loki lowered his arms as he watched the black in Pandora's eyes give way to crystal blue. She was a tough one he would admit but no one could withstand the power he held, not forever. Holding out his hand to her he helped the interesting woman before him to her feet.

"Now, is that not better?" He asked, as he guided her to her seat. He received merely a nod and a small smile in return. As her hand left his he couldn't help but notice the feel of her skin as it glided across his palm. Turning quickly away from his new prize he shoved the feeling to the back of his mind, there was no time for that.

Loki moved toward the cockpit, regaining his concentration on the task lain out before him. They were nearing their destination and soon the Chitauri would bring the pitiful population of this world to its knees, and he would have his throne.

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The remainder of their journey was spent mostly in silence, Pan sat watching as Loki moved between studying their progress and studying her. She felt light, unburdened by the worries of the world, shouldn't everyone feel this way. Pan knew with a surety she had never felt before that where they were headed and what was about to unfold was the only path she could take.

It wasn't long before the jet was touching down smoothly. Pan stood as Loki moved past her toward the jet's ramp as it opened ready for them to disembark. Unsure of where they had landed Pan exited the plane straight after Loki, she soon discovered their location as the man before her turned with arms held wide to face her.

"Stark Tower! What do you think? Is this not the perfect place for all of this to come to an end?" The pride and confidence in the way he spoke clear to any there to listen, but it was soon just the two of them on that lofty roof, the jet behind her taking off.

"Of course, how long until the portal is open Sir?" Pan asked. She noticed that they weren't alone as she first thought, behind Loki on the other side of the roof knelt Dr Eric Selvig in-front of what Pan could only assume was the portal device.

"Soon, but do not trouble yourself with that. Why don't we move inside and prepare for your colleagues to arrive, no doubt they will be here to see their future begin." Loki said this whilst motioning for her to move toward the edge of the roof leading onto the balcony below. Stepping forward her toes nearing the edge, Pan noticed there was a ladder but feeling a nudge within her mind she felt the sudden urge to jump to the level below instead of climbing. Thinking nothing of it she stepped off ledge, dropping down and gracefully landing on the walkway below. An echo of excitement washed over her as she looked back at the ledge she had just leaped from and the man stood eagerly watching her. Something told her that the excitement was not her own, and that what the man above her was excited about might not be that pleasant. Almost as if he wanted to push her to her limit and tear her apart just to see what would happen. This caused Pan to shudder as the cold feeling of peace that quilted her mind receded just long enough for her to receive a flash of warning before her control slipped away once more.

Loki had soon joined her below and was leading her inside of Starks' residence, a comfortable living area and bar surrounded by windows. These would be very easy to use against ones enemies, the only entrances being an single elevator across from the windows and the two doors leading out onto the walkways. no one would be able to sneak up on them here. Turning from her inspection of her new surroundings Pan stopped and turned to face Loki, feeling his eyes on her.

Knowing there was nothing he required of her at this moment Pan stood, hands behind her back, waiting for Loki to give her next orders. They stood like this for a little while, neither moving nor talking as they observed each other. Loki turned away from her to sit comfortably on the sofa in front of her, he was soon lounging as only royalty could, scepter resting across his lap and one arm draped along the back of the chair.

Looking over at Pan he motioned for her to take the nearest seat opposite him, which she moved to without hesitation. Their positions imitated those they had taken in the quinjet, Loki spoke with a smile his eyes piercing Pan's own "Let us talk more on your past. Shall we start with how you came to join SHIELD." Pan could do nothing but start at the beginning, telling him everything from the incident in Berlin to meeting Phil Coulson and how she came to sit on that sofa before Loki God of Mischief.