Sasha pushed through the double doors of the SHIELD headquarters as the New York snow flew in the door; the wind forcing her through the glass barrier faster than she would have normally traveled. The warm air from within the building hit her and caused her to shiver. Normally the cold didn't affect her as it did most humans; her electrically charged body seemed to almost function as a heater, but today seemed to be an exception. Shaking the snow off her hood and shoulders, she unzipped and removed her thick, black jacket before folding it over her right arm. Her light brown, loosely curled hair feel neatly to her lower back as she made her way to the building's main elevator. She looked around the plain lobby as she passed through it, observing all those "normal human beings" going about their days contained within rows of glass offices. She saw their lives as dull, but never unimportant. Despite the way some humans had treated her in the past, she never ceased to believe that they were a people of great compassion…perhaps just not toward her. As she pressed the elevator button and the silver doors slid open she sensed something, something that felt oddly common yet so very different; an electrical signature belonging to something…or someone.

Each person has an electrical signature, a biological mark that is unique to them and them alone. Sasha had always been able to feel these signatures, tell they were there even if the person to whom it belonged had long left the area. Each one was almost like a presence in itself and electrified the air like a lightning storm, but only to those who could sense them. In her century of life she had encountered countless forces, but this one affected her differently. It felt almost as if it was more a part of her than an extension of another being; it felt familiar.

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Loki hated this planet and its inhabitants, how could he not? The humans were impulsive, arrogant, emotional, and not to mention fragile. They were worse than any of the races he'd encountered in his years as Thor's battle partner; they were not even worth fighting, but perhaps he could make use of them yet.

The months living between existence and inexistence had changed him. He was no longer interested in the opinions of his family…his former family. They were never really his family, not in his eyes. His craving for power had increased tenfold and his desire to find self worth had driven him to the point of madness. He had found his place in this universe and his purpose, to rule the human race as its king. The pathetic mortals could do nothing to oppose him and without the Bifrost, neither could his "perfect" brother or father.

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The elevator dinged as it arrived in the basement of the SHIELD headquarters. The lobby entrance functioned more as a cover than anything else; it served no real purpose. Everything that SHIELD was really concerned about took place in the lower levels in an effort to hide their true purpose from those who were not involved. Sasha thought back, how had she gotten involved? She vaguely remembered those pieces of her life, it's not like they were really that important. When you live for a nearly a century things start to blend together, at least that's always what she told herself.

She stepped out of the elevator and onto the hard, concrete floor of the never ending hallway that contained all of SHIELD's secrets. Behind each door was something important, something that SHIELD took interest in, unlike her on a normal basis. As her heels clicked against the hard surface she began to wonder why they had called her here. It had been almost three years since her last visit to this compound and, as she recalled, it had not been a very pleasant one. Whatever it was that they were chasing, it must have really been big. She wondered if it could possibly had something to do with the electrical force she had encountered just moments ago.

Before she reached the fourth set of doors she saw the figure of a man emerge from the end of the hallway and begin walking toward her. He was of medium height and average build with a professional sense of fashion, none other than Agent Coulson. She'd only seen him once before bit his image hadn't changed in the years since their last meeting.

"Ms. Romanov, how nice of you to arrive so quickly." he said in his usual dry tone that was often impossible to read. He extended his hand to her.

"You call and I come running sir, that is how this works isn't it?" she asked as she took his hand and gave him a questioning look before letting go. "I must admit I am curious as to what could put everyone around here on edge."

"We've detected a…disturbance…that we believe may be a threat to international security and we were hoping you would either confirm or deny our suspicions."

This was one of those moments in which Sasha wished she had developed the ability to read minds, but before she could process what she was saying she spoke, "He's been here already hasn't he?" She wasn't sure why she had asked that; could it have had something to do with the signature she couldn't seem to shake?

"Excuse me? He?" Coulson asked with a look of pure confusing taking over his futures.

"Loki."

Sasha was stunned, what had she just said? How did she know that name? Surely she'd never heard it before…no she had and it existed as a blurry memory in her mind. When she was very young her grandmother used to read her stories of Norse Gods and valiant heroes. Her grandmother had been rather fascinated with Norse mythology which never made any sense to Sasha since they were Russian and not Scandinavian. Would that have stuck so heavily in her memory to cause her to assume a Norse God had come down to Earth? No, but regardless, she knew this name and she knew it was his electricity she'd felt upon entering this building; what she didn't know was what this all meant for her.

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