I know this is a quick update compared to my other one but I just got really into the swing of this and kept writing and writing. I'd like to thank everyone for their support as well, and my mum for buying me my new laptop, my dad for letting me using it so much, and my dog for inspiring me. PEACE OUT!

"Stay safe..." my mother whispered into my ear, her hands gripping my arms with a cobra's strength; her head close to mine and her lips staying near my ear; to keep what she was saying private. I looked at Tony from across the road and saw the urge to leave in his eyes. "Whatever happens, stay safe and stay who you are."

I coughed, putting my head into the crease of her neck and breathing in her smell, knowing that I would never smell it again. I pulled at her copper trellises and wrapped my fingers into them, like I would as a child, it used to calm me but now nothing would.

"My child, you have to stay strong." She mumbled her voice breaking on the last syllables and choking her. "He's going to try everything he can to break you but you can't give in. You have to keep them safe."

I felt my arms drop around her, I put a distance between the two of us and glanced around for Tony but the guardian was gone. His car was gone. The street around us had vanished into a calm horizon.

She grabbed me, again, this time more fiercely, scratching at the skin in her haste to grab my attention and keep it. "Mum… what's happening…?"

"Loki will threaten you with everything he has; he will be kind, he will be cruel, he will be cold, he will be a man of change but whatever he tries you have to remember it's all lies. You are strong, you are capable. You are important to him." I stared at her; her eyes dark with fear and pain, her skin a light glow contrasting with the original memory of her pasty and pale flesh, her voice was different; now it was heavier and deeper contorted by her fear and desperation. "The Avengers need you; Tony needs you; the World needs you. So, whatever happens you have to be…" He head shot up as the grass began to recede around us, dipping into a dark blanket. She dropped my arms and stepped back, her chest heaving as she stared at the ground.

"Oh, my! Tory remember that I love you! Remember that I will always love you!"

"MUMMY! Please, don't leave me! Not again! Mum!"

"TORY!"

But she was gone and the darkness had engulfed me, grabbing me selfishly and greedily their arms twisting around my body like chains, pinning me into the ground. I screamed and thrashed against them, kicking and biting and hitting and bucking and scratching.

My face was slapped; hard. A cold hand snapping the cheek with a resounding sound, my head ricocheted left and right. The pain searing around me; I'd never been slapped like that before.

My eyes were thrown open and I stared at the surrounding; I was in a large metallic control room, grey wall stared back at me, caging me in were men; all of them carrying guns of various nature and style. Computers were buzzing at the side lines, people staring transfixed as they madly tapped into the keys, their eyes manic and worn, their uniform were S.H.I.E.L.D. I was in the Helicarrier.

I looked to the front and saw Loki, leaning forward in a chair. His sceptre in his hand, his legs spread as he looked at me, a smirk staining his face. Green eyes glinting with glee.

I breathed in and shook with trepidation, fear and pain; the man who had slapped me wore a dark green uniform, his hand shaking at his side now balled into a fist.

"Larson, that was not very kind. She is a guest here; she is to be treated fairly." Loki reprimanded, although his voice was bubbling with laughter.

"She was hurting my men." He said, casting a look back at the demi god, a light pout on his lips. "I had to control her somehow."

"Well, she woke up in a new place with a group of thuggish men stood over her; wouldn't you fight back?"

Larson sighed; he stepped back but glared at both of us from the desk he was leaning on. The men that he was commanding let go of me, dropping me onto the metal floor; one of them kicked me in the back as he trotted away.

I tried to raise my hand to brush the bruise forming but I couldn't move it; glancing down I saw them trapped together with a twisted form of gold metal, a lock was a bright blue gem.

I raised my head up to glare at Loki, it seemed like the only thing I could do. He laughed at me, his face forming into a soft and patronising smile. He swayed out of the golden throne and slipped down the steps towards me, his long legs taking graceful and deliberately slow strides.

As he reached me, I crawled back, my legs pushing me to the farthest point I could reach. I hit the window behind me and felt the cold glass on my back. Loki frowned and knelt down, his hands reaching out and stroking my arm down to the manacles. I shivered and pulled back but I couldn't get them away from him.

The sceptre drifted upwards and he tapped them letting them vanish from my wrists. We looked down at the joints to see the pale flesh torn and ripped into a red raw state.

"That looks painful." He muttered, taking my arms in his hands and turning them so he could see it all the way around; his face the picture of the Good Samaritan, a façade that never reached his cold eyes. "I can help you with that; if you like."

"No, thank you." I spat, reaching to push myself up but my legs were still wobbling and I couldn't hold my own weight. My body fell to the side, Loki's arms jumping out to catch me before I hit the floor. His reflexes and strength marvelled me but I barely had time to focus on it before he pulled me into his chest and cradled me like a child.

"Do not be stubborn, Victoria Stark. You do not need this pain; you have the ability to rid yourself of it. Be gracious and accept."

I hissed at the statement, attempting to push myself away from him. Trying to claw my way back to the ground but Loki's grip on me tightened considerably around me.

"I am not being stubborn; I am standing on the principle of not accepting the help of a murderer and dictator."

"You flatter me, my dear."

I let out a scoff and rose up my hand, reaching up to shove him away from me and then… I don't know, run somewhere. But, once again, Loki reached out and grabbed my hurt wrist, twisting the skin around like a Chinese burn. I let out a yell and gasped from the pain; his hands were ice cold and bitter like metal, they were tight in grasp, nails digging into the ripped skin.

"Do not try to insult me with this attitude. I can be gentle and sweet to you if you accept it; or I can be malicious and bitter, it is your choice."

"I don't care!"

Loki sighed and chucked me from him, standing up with a twirl and storming away from me, his hair bobbing as he walked away. Shouting over his shoulder, "Take her to her room! Make sure that she is ready for the broadcast! Use violence if she fails to comply."

I felt my blood drip from my head, running frozen through my veins, my skin turned to a white instead of its normal ivory and I was grabbed from every angle. Pushed onto my feet and shoved forward, my body forced through paths and hallways till we reached a secluded and isolated part of the Helicarrier.

"You have to shower and put on the clothes that we'll leave for you. I'll come back in an hour and check how you're doing." Larson spat into my face, grabbing my neck when he went to add something. "And if you think about not getting ready, if you think about delaying or halting this; in an hour you will get into that shower and you won't be alone."

I heard cat calls and jeers of excitement from the men around us, as they left they were jumping with expectation. The door slammed shut in my face and I threw myself against it, shaking with tears and sobs; my weak and feeble hands slapping the metal in protest. I fell to my knees, my head resting at the bottom of the door, twisting each way to get the cool feeling onto my overheated forehead.

The shower called to me, though, and I stripped and climbed into it. Feeling the warm water fall onto my head was a bit like heaven; after being, weeks, without a long shower like this it was bliss. I must have stayed in there for half an hour.

I stumbled out and found a blue dress lay on my bed; it was a dark midnight colour trailing down from the corset's tip to the bottom where it faded out to a light colour with sequins glinting like stars.

I glared at it, knowing that I was only getting this "gift" to make myself look desirable. I should refuse to wear it, perhaps go through the draws next to the walls and find some tracksuit and wear that instead but I remembered Larson's threat. And fear over took me, despite remembering my mother's warning.

I slipped into it, pulling it over my skin and clasping it at the back. It held itself to me effortlessly; it was so light I could barely feel it. I felt naked and I knew, once I was out there with those men, it would feel worse.

Larson came back when he said he would, his hand holding the gun in his holster; he wasn't alone. Two women cowered behind him, flinching as he raised his hands at me; they stumbled across and forced me into a chair, pulling out make up and jewellery and hair straightener and curlers.

For a long time they preened me, whispering about what to do and how to make me look. What they should do with my face, what they could do with my hair, what would please Loki…

"It doesn't matter; she just needs to look good on television." Larson spat, flicking through his phone as he leaned against the wall, bored. He didn't want to be babysitting some brat.

"I didn't realise I was part of the Hunger Games." I groaned as they tugged at my brown hair, twirling it around a tong.

"More like Big Brother, Katniss." Larson mocked in his diluted French accent.

I rolled my eyes and leant against the back of the chair, twiddling my thumbs.

Not matter what they do, I thought, I'll never be as beautiful as Natasha.

Natasha! No! Where were they? Were Steve and Clint safe? Were they here on the Helicarrier? Had the Chatari found them, too? Were they being tortured? Had one of them told them about the hide out? Were the others safe?

I breathed in and out, deeply, trying to calm myself as the question buzzed loudly around my head like cars on the I-5. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't concentrate on staying calm and focusing on being impassive. When I remembered them, I jumped about five metres into the air and scared everyone in the room. I had to turn and hiss at one of the women, telling her to be careful with the curling irons.

Larson shook his head and went back to the phone. I was fine. No one said anything after that.

When the women moved around, Larson hauled me to my feet and pushed me through the Helicarrier, we made the way back to where we came. I stopped and stared because since I'd left it the control room had been changed.

Gold and green curtains hung around the room and it shone with bright light, majestic like a castle and kingdom. Loki's magical flying fortress of mystery and lies. Children go free.

Larson stayed by my side as people ran around, carrying cables and cameras and other things. Microphones were laid on their sides as people connected them, speakers were being turned on and controlled by computers. What the hell kind of show were they running here?

I frowned as I heard Larson's phone go, breaking my concentration on the tiny little workers, running around on Loki's wishes. I titled my head to hear his quick conversation.

"Banner's done what?" He hissed his anger spiking. "I don't care how you do it, Marcel, but you make sure that he doesn't change into that thing."

He turned his head to face me and noticed that I was watching him. He flipped me his middle finger and headed out of the slim door, switching to French as he left.

Loki came through the doors, fifteen minutes later, a ridiculous helmet on his head and that sceptre clutched in his hand. He pivoted around, with as much grace as Nat, saw me and held out his hand; waiting for me to take it and hold it.

I refused; balling my hands into small fists, turning my head away and igniting his anger. I heard the sharp footfalls as he made his way over, his claws reaching around my waist and clutching me to him; my side hitting his chest and keeping me trained into place.

"Don't forget my warning, Victoria." His voice was like a deadly snake; predatory and calm but ready to strike.

We waited for them to be ready, together; I wasn't brave enough to stray from his side and he wanted to make sure that I knew my place was next to him. Always next to him.

He clicked his fingers as he looked at my bare neck, tutting shamefully. "Something so beautiful needs to be finished with the right decoration." He whispered, as a gold necklace fell into his hands. I had no time to refuse because he'd guided it around my neck, nipping at the skin as it clasped and circled like a living thing; the blue gem glowing next to my heart and humming softly.

I gasped as I felt it take control of me, pushing out my anger and replacing it with a fog of something else. I had to hold onto Loki as I stumbled, fighting it for power over my own head. But it was more powerful than a meagre little mortal like me and it took me over. I wasn't completely gone, I had my own head and thoughts but I knew that Loki had control over my face, mouth, body. I was his doll; his puppet. His pet human chained to him with a golden collar.

It was seven when they were ready and Loki dragged me over to the side, sitting me on a chair next to his throne; just out of the view of the camera.

He took his place, in front of it. Standing tall, slim and King-like. But a selfish, cruel, mean King; the King that had fought his way with murder, that had usurped the kind man and bit off his head. He was Macbeth and Mordred and King Stephen.

I looked away, feeling the tears begging to be released but I knew that if I was going to cry; I would do it alone or in Steve's arms. With someone who cared about me, not someone who would take my weakness and use it to their advantage.

I thought about the super soldier, so gracious and good. He was warm as he held me in his strong arms but Loki's coldness never left him. Not even as you stood next to him and gave him some of your own. Steve would never hurt me but Loki wasn't that fussed about hurting anyone, we were all the same under him. He was the polar opposite to Loki and I needed him now.

I barely had any more time to think about Steve before a man behind a camera called out a set of seconds and I had to put on my poker face, lean back and listen to what Loki was saying.

"My people; I thank you for taking the time to sit and listen to your King. I know that many of you have been uprooted and scared by these changes but this is a good reform. The old ways were violent, ill organised and pathetic; my ways will be a way for you to live your lives free from pain and suffering and unnecessary violence. You will be free all the ghouls that you are terrified of.

"In an hour the former leaders of your world will represent to you the changes for your country. Then they will take a group of men and perform a custodian service to me; they will oversee my plans and enforce them as if they were me. These changes will be tailored to your birth place and they will range for each state, or city, or province, or town. They will suit the ordinary, the old, the young, the eccentric but above all they will suit you."

Really pushing the 'King of the people' spiel, I thought, sighing as he began his next Shakespearean monologue.

"I do not want you to fear these changes. They are good for you. I want you to appreciate them and learn to live with them. I and my Queen," Wait. What?

Loki began to circle and make his way over to his throne, taking his time to smile at me and then the camera. "Will oversee the world from our location. And you can trust in me and this message when I say, I will not abandon my attempts to make this a better place. To all those of you who are living outside the scope of good, I will not abandon my attempts to eradicate you. To all those who are wishing to build a rebellion to come and take away my peace filled reign; I will not abandon my attempts to crush you.

"My Queen and I," he had finally reached the throne and sat down in its cushioned bottom, taking my hand and gripping it. "Make you a promise to love your world as we love each other."

I don't know what my expression looked like but I could feel my repulsion and sick trying to force its way up my throat. I could feel my anger bubbling in my heart. I could feel every nerve in my body telling me that this was not happening, he was lying. He was God of lies; this had to be an illusion.

But it wasn't; this was real.

This is the changed version, because I reread this and added in some bits because it sounded weird. Lots of love.