Welcome to Chapter 2!

Don't feel like repeating myself and I think you guys have the hang of it :D

Hope you enjoy it xo

The next day. 7:00am.

(Normal POV - Older girl )

Once again, I had gotten no sleep that night. I was too scared that if I closed my eyes, somehow the monster would find it's way in and kill me. When morning first broke, I was sure that everyone who was watching could see the exhaust on my face. I was getting tired, and soon I'll be asleep. Defenceless and able to be attacked. I don't want that happening to us, I won't allow it.

The clock on the wall shows the time and I wince. 7:00am. I have officially been awake for exactly 25 hours, gone without food for 15 and water for about 8. Footsteps sound outside my door again and I sigh, waiting for the knock that was going to come any minute.

Knock Knock.

Called it.

"Who is it?" I mumble.

"It's Natasha. Can I come in?" Her voice is gently, but at the same time it was slightly aggravated and worried.

"You'll come in anyway. What's the point of answering" I tell her, pulling the covers up to my chin so she can't see how weak my body has become. She brings in a chair and sits down in it, a few feet away. I look at her. She looks at me.

She still looks at me.

I slightly glare at her.

She smiles.

"Um, what do you want?" I question her. She just shakes her head a little.

"Just to talk" She simply replies, leaning back into the back of the chair.

"Why?" I demanded.

"Well, I need to know what happened. And it looks like you needed a friend" Natasha implied.

"Yeah, really? Was my kick to your face not obvious enough? I don't like you, I don't want to like you, and right now, I absolutely hate you" I glare at her, crossing my arms behind my head and leaning back, looking up at the ceiling.

"You know, you're a little spitfire." She laughs lightly. I freeze up at her nickname. Spitfire? That's what my dad use to call me.

"Yeah, whatever" I brush it off, still looking up at the ceiling. She continues to ask me questions, and each word that goes by, she gets more frustrated. In the end, she gives up.

"You know the silent treatment isn't going to work, right? There are 4 people that are waiting for me to come out so they can come in here, one by one. You will tell us this information and if you don't, we will force it out" She raises her voice and storms out, leaving me smirking. Truthful to her word, the one and only Tony Stark walks in, a giant bruise around his nose that pretty much screams; 'Look at me! I got hit by a little girl'. Although, I am not little. I am 12. The big man sits down in front of me, kind of leaning away from me while I sit there emotionless.

"You know, it takes a lot to rile Natasha up. You must be extremely bothersome." He tells me.

"Yeah, and? I didn't do anything, I just didn't talk. And for you my good sir, you are an vexatious simpleton." He looks at me blankly.

"I'm sorry, I just called you that. Don't think that I'm dumb enough to not understand those words." He tells me. I roll my eyes at him and close my eyes, ignoring him.

"What? You're 'gonna go to sleep now? About bloody time" He bellowed. I feel him drag the chair closer and I jump up, giving him the most vicious look I can at him. He backs away immediately and murmurs something about foaming dogs, then proceeds to walk out. Okay I lied. He ran out.

How have I managed to scare 2 of the Avengers out of my room within an hour, isn't it suppose to be the other way? The door opens once more, and I groan loudly.

"What?" I hiss at the blond guy who walks through the door. He looks a little taken back at my tone, but straightens up and sits down.

"I'm *cough* I'm Steve Rogers. You might know me as Captain America" He tells me. He looks nervous, so I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost.

"Your point is? Hurry up, I want to get rid of the rest of you people so I can rest." I rant. He looks at me sadly and shakes his head.

"You know, if you just answer some questions, we would be able to find your file on the computer. Then, no more talking." He offers. I just grunt, dropping down into the bed.

"You think talking is my problem? I'm fine with talking, it's just I don't know you guys, I don't trust you. Any of you."

"Why not?" He questions.

"Hmm, let me think. I mean, it's not like I was attacked by an alien form in my own house last night. What do you think?!"

"Well-"

"No. Please, just send in the next person. Let me get all of this over and done with." I pout, growing very annoyed with these people. If interrogating doesn't work, annoying me will. He looks like he was going to say something else, but I give him a look which sends him out. I hear him sigh loudly and start talking to someone right before the door closes. I also get a flash of a green, black and gold outfit. Who was that? I never saw them on the team. It's quiet for about 10 minutes, so I decide to get up. My legs wiggle with the lack of nutrition in my body, but I keep going. When I'm fully standing up, the door suddenly opens which scares me into falling down - right on my hand and fingers. Pain spreads through it, but I keep my face emotionless.

"What do you want?" I ask him loudly, the pain changing my personality.

"Foolish mortal. You dare speak to a god like that?" The man hisses at me. I get taken aback. The first person to actually act harsh on me.

"Who pissed in your cornflakes this morning, god." I nagged at him. He looks confused which isn't a good look on him.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I do not live on this realm like all of you stupid incompetent humans. Now tell me before I torture it out of you. What. Is. Your. Name." He takes me by surprise. None of the agents have threatened me, let alone threatened me with torture. What's wrong with this guy.

"You know, I've met someone like you before. A sharp tongue is no indication of a keen mind." I smirk. Yes, I don't care if I'm talking to a friend, and enemy or a bloody god. I just pretty much said that he was an idiot. The man looks furious at me and he slams me into the wall. I start to freak out because he has his hands on my neck.

"You fool. You think that you can denigrate me like this. You humans are no different. You all deserve to be locked up and not cared for" He spits in my face, making me wince. All of a sudden the doors are thrown open, Loki is taken off of me and I quickly scramble myself into the corner of the room. People glance at me, but most of their attention is on the man. Loki?

"Loki, brother. Calm yourself" I hear Thor's voice but I'm too busy curling up in the corner, eyes shut tight and hands over my face. I haven't been this scared since we were snowed in one year. I don't know how long passes, but I'm pretty sure it was a long time. When I finally look up, I see a tray in ront of me, filled with food, drink and I think ice cream? I realise that in order to put it in front of me, the person stepped extremely close to me, which made me uncomfortable.

I wasn't sure if the food was poisoned or not, so I picked it up and left it next to the door. I'm extremely hungry, but I don't want to get poisoned and die. Really, I don't. There's not much to do in the cell, I mean now. I'm pretty sure that I broke a few fingers because I can't move them, and they're starting to swell and turn purple. Damn.

Hours pass and I seem to be getting worse by the second. A couple of time pass when I almost call out for help. I was that desperate for medical attention. What stopped me was, what if they ended up fixing me, but then proceed to break me by testing. What then? What will fix me then?

The door opens - Once again, and in walks a man wearing all black. And a cape. Well then.

"You didn't touch the food" He says, looking down at the tray of cold mush. I weakly smile.

"1- It looks like cat vomit... eaten and then vomited up again.

2- What if you're trying to poison me." I ask him. He sighs, anger showing up on his face.

"Why on earth would be poison you?" He snapped. I curl up tighter and slightly shrug.

"Why are you keeping me in a cell- locked up" I shoot back.

"Because we don't know anything about you. How can we trust you?"

"Well, I don't know anything about you. How can I trust you?"

"Because... We... Listen here kid. We are trying to help you. We are on your side" He growls, slightly edging closer.

"Yeah, that's why I have bruises on my neck and a couple of broken fingers because of that guy. I can tell we're on the same team" I glare at him. His hand flinches towards his gun and I immediately sit up.

"Why do you have a gun?" I ask quietly. He smiles evilly.

"What? You can handle the world's best assassin, a super soldier, 2 Norse gods that can squish you with one push, Tony Stark and myself, but you can't handle a gun?" He pulls it out and waves it in my direction.

"You know, I'm kind of feeling like target practices right now" My breathing speeds up and I can feel the panic attack coming out. He cocks the gun and that breaks it. I run towards him and tackle him to the ground, throwing the gun away. I then steal his card, scan it and bam. I'm out of the room.

I run as fast as I can, through hallways, twists and turns until I find a cupboard that is randomly open. I run in and close the door, panting and trying to catch my breath. I sit there quietly as I hear multiple footsteps run past the door.

"Find her!"

"Be careful!"

"She's dangerous!"

I huff at that last one. I am not dangerous. I turn around slowly but then freeze when I see the glint of eyes looking at me through the dark. Someone else was in here.

"Goodnight, foolish child" I have time to scream as a green light finally takes away my consciousness.

An annoying beeping fills my ears, making me scrunch up my eyebrows in annoyance. I hear the scribble of a pen and the soft breathing of a person that sounds to be next to me. I slowly open my eyes to see a nice looking man sitting by the bed holding a clipboard, drawing in it. My heart starts to beat faster and he looks up at the sight or cords running from bags and into my wrist. His eyes widen.

"You're up" he says, fixing up random things around my bed. I'm still too frightened to say anything. My throat is too itchy, too dry to say anything. He notices my struggle.

"Do you need something? Water?" I shake my head, but he gives me a cup - which I gulp down with him holding it to my lips. I just realised that I was tied down to the bed with cuffs.

"Now, are you going to freak out on me?" He raises an eyebrow. I nod my head innocently which makes him roll his eyes.

"Look kid, we know you don't trust us and all, but can you at least tell us your name. We're sick of calling you kid." I don't answer him.

"Why should I? Just find another name for me?" I say, my voice cracking. "How long was I asleep for?" I ask him.

"4 days, your body was exhausted and overworked. Do you want to know your injuries?" He implies. He was going to tell me anyway. I nod.

"Well, you had a minor concussion, your 3 fingers on your right hand are broken, you have bruises all along your neck, you have minor second degree burns on your arms and calves and the strangest thing. Can you guess what it is?" He asks me. I think for a while. What did I do that I forgot to- oh. The bite. The man understands. "You have a bite the size of a basketball on your back that leads around to your waist. Care to explain?" He looks intimidating now, his arms crossed over his chest as looks me over.

"The monster... It was- it. I- I don't know" damn it. Trying to act tough around them right now was hard. I just lost two of my best friends, my parents yet I'm trying to act like a tough little girl so they don't pity me. This was never about not knowing them, how am I suppose to get to know them without letting them in.

I was scared. I still am. I probably always will be now. I let the man wrap chips arms around me and pull me into a hug. I don't know why, but I trust this man. Not a lot, but I still do.

"Shh, it's alright. You don't have to talk about anything." He whispers, cooing to me. I continue to cry into his shoulder which was probably making a damp patch on his shirt. Meh, he can get another one. When I finally stop crying, he places a tray of food in front of me, releases one of my hands and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind him. I look at the food and shrug, why not?.

On today's menu was Chicken, rice and vegetables, not anything that I would have chosen, but I'll eat it. I think that I should tell them about the medication I should be taking, but I don't want to. The medication will make me more calm and I don't want to be calm around them. I take my time eating the food, swallowing was hard because it felt like I was swallowing an elephant due to my throat being so sore. Legit. It seemed like hours later until someone walked into the room, and who was it?

The guy who thought it would be fun to choke me.

"What do you want, freak" I snarl, trying to move away but because of the restraints, I couldn't. This made his grin widen.

"You're scared of me child, yes?" I shake my head, this time his grin turns into a loud chuckle.

"Why- Why would I be scared of you?" I ask him, cursing my cracking voice.

"Well, because I am Loki of Asgard. I started that attack on New York. I have the power to kill you right here, right now" He moves closer to me and hovers his hand above my neck. I can feel the heat of his skin seep into mine, freaking me out.

"But... You wouldn't do that." I murmur, trying to sink my body into the bed.

"Are you sure-"

"LOKI!" A screaming voice echoes into the room. It was loud, gruff and deep. Thor? "Brother, leave the child be. She does not need your pestering" The blonde man walks into the room, a sketch pad under his arm that looks ridiculously small.

"Thor, leave us for a few minutes. I shall not do anything too absurd" Loki tells his brother, looking at me with malice in his eyes. I gulp, signaling my fright which makes the god look extremely proud. Thor looks at me for a while, and then leaves. Loki moves closer to me, so close that as he talks, I can feel his breath on my neck.

"Tell me right now. What. Did. The. Monster. Look. Like. And while your paltry brain interpret's that, you can tell me your name." I'm literally shaking in fear, I try to remember what it looks like but I can't. Every time I look back, all I can see is the dead bodies of my parents, laying there with glassy eyes which are staring at me.

"I-I don't know. I can't remember. Please, you have to believe me" My voice goes higher, as it always does if I'm nervous. That's another thing I don't like about myself. Sometimes it goes so high, that I sound like I voiced one of the chipmunks out of 'Alvin and the chipmunks'. For a moment, Loki's eyes go soft - which surprise me.

"Then remember" He says. I try to, I really do. By the time I start crying again, Loki has gone back to being an angry douche bag.

"Oh for Alfheim's sake. You are an incompetent fool. I give up" He turns to walks out of the room, but I stop him.

"No one knows my name." I simply say. He turns around, looking at me but then huffs, storming outside and right into someone.

"Out of my way" He hisses at Steve, storming past him.

"What now? Come to torture me too?" I grumble, blinking away the last few tears.

"Uh, no? Torturing isn't the right thing to do - evil or not" He says, dropping the sketch pad and a packet of drawing utensils on my lap. He then undo's the other hand strap, but leaves the feet. I won't be able to get them off. They're locked with a key. "Thor said to give you this. Maybe, if you remember something about those things, you could sketch it down." He tells me. I just stare at them, rubbing my sore wrist. "You know, I heard what you said. To Loki. What do you mean that no one knows your name?" He asks, looking very confused. I guess I should have worded it better.

"I hate my name, my parents know that. The hospital staff accidentally misheard what they said, so I have the worst name on Earth. My mum and Dad enrol me everywhere with the name that I like. It's technically a nickname, but no one seems to care." I grumble, thinking about my horrible name.

"Well, can you just tell us what you like to be called" I stay quiet. Steve sighs, patting me on the shoulder gently and walks out the door. Just before he closes it, I call out to him.

"Allie"