And he was back in the Rock. Steve Rodgers was facing disciplinary action and Fury had taken Bella's badge and sidearm, and as he looked through the skylight, he could see a storm brewing. He had never been alone during a storm.
Perhaps he did like Bella, a lot, but they were only friends, and that would be the way that they would remain, perhaps for the rest of her short, mortal life.
Fury , instead of postulating grandiosely and pacing around, telling him how inescapable the Wonder Cell was, he elected just to stare at him for a long time as he slopped all over the bench seat, his civilized decorum all but gone. It was hardly needed in this state.
"How's the eyeball, Eyeball?" he asked.
"How's the ass, Ass?" Fury bit back.
"Still bouncing on the beltway," he sounded more natural than he had in years, and he was speaking in another language with another type of slang. Yep, this squishy, mortal form was weak. Fury had beaten the hell out of him. He was sure a lot stronger than that pussy Daniel. He tossed a quarter above him and caught it each and every time, bored out of his mind, "If you want me to pour out my heart to you in this James Bond moment, you can just forget it."
Fury's gaze did not waver, "as a warning to you, the floor is electrified, the safe path across changes every two seconds."
"I know," he said plainly, "however, you needn't do through this costly charade, if you wished to spend some quality time with me, all you had to do was ask," he leered slightly, but Fury wasn't rocked. This man was like a stone.
"There's a copy of War and Peace there if you get bored," he tossed something else into the cell before he locked it up again, "a harmonica, so you can play the blues as you sit here alone." Was it his imagination, or was Fury a bit too content with this current position? Then again, in his deluded mind, Loki had compromised one of his best agents and humiliated SHIELD. Even Captain America's lily white reputation had been tarnished.
Why bother killing people unless they are completely mortified first?
Loki looked directly at Fury, "I can just talk to myself. I am insane after all. Know this also; no cell is escape proof, and much like its namesake, the Rock will be compromised. Even now my escape is at hand."
"Good luck," Fury shrugged, turning to walk away.
"With a brain as clever as mine, I do not need such trivial things as luck," he bit back, "although I might need a passport and a first class ticket to the Caribbean."