BOO! SCARED YA'! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHahaha… no? Really? Shame. Onwards chapter 5.

The broadcast finished and there was a silence throughout the room, apparently the rest of the place was as shocked about this as I was. The crew members' faces as followed me, mirroring looks of horror and pity. Loki's helpers all smirked at each other, whispering things in each other's ears that made them giggle like teenagers. The people that had been sat at the computers, waiting for the broadcast to finish were all patiently sat there, their eyes transfixed to the screens that they were looking at.

I felt the fog in my head slip and thin and I took the opportunity to attack it with everything I had, thrashing at the wisps of Loki that occupied every part of my head that I wanted kept private. As I did so, I felt Loki flinch and tighten his grip on my hand; put I couldn't feel any pain, so I kept fighting. Letting him, practically, crush my hand in his as I attacked the fog.

He leapt forward, finally, tearing the necklace from me and throwing it across the room, it headed towards Larson but before it could reach him it vanished into a puff of smoke. I watched it and then gasped, grabbing my hand as Loki left my head, feeling nothing but pain as I held on it.

Loki stumbled onto his feet, glaring at me as he paced. His chest heaving as he tried to control himself but his hands began to clench it fists and the human part of him took over.

He struck me on my cheek, sending me flying into the ground, the chair landing on top of my legs and trapping me there as he knelt in front of me, his hand grabbing my brown locks and using them to haul me onto my feet, pushing me into the closest wall.

"That was incredibly rude." He breathed, a growl ebbing at his voice. "After just done for you, as well."

"What you've done for me! You've done nothing for me!" I yelled, kicking at his shins and pushing him away from me, ignoring the stinging from my cheek as I spoke. "The only thing you've done for me is provided me with a bull's eye on my back."

"On the contrary, my dear, I've provided you with immunity and a lifestyle free from that which will fall on your friends and fellow humans." His voice changed back to its patronising tone as he dropped me, letting me jump away from him and back into the closest corner.

"You know, when you start talking in riddles, Hamlet, no one can understand you." Loki let out a laugh and moved from me to throw his body over the chair like you would a blanket over a sleeping child.

"You can tell that you grew up with Tony Stark as a great influence." He mocked, turning his head to look at me; I wondered what I looked like. Clutching my hand to my chest as it began to swell and bruise; red wrists that were hidden behind large gold bracelets; a bruise on each cheek, Loki's punch had also trailed down to my jaw bone; make up still perfect but my hair a mess. I suppose the dress didn't help the defiant look that I was aiming for, either.

"I have given you the opportunity to be a Goddess, worshipped by humans, loved by them, adore by them. You can be the Queen of the World, you do realise that that is a big deal, correct?" He mocked, raising a thin black eyebrow as he leaned forward. "This is something that I would not care to, even, throw at another human being. It comes with a tirade of capacities that others dream of having. You can dine with the finest foods, wear the most elegant and seductive things, learn what you want, live where you want, have whatever you want. It is a gift, Victoria, and it is only available to you."

"I don't care, I don't want it." I spat, venomously, glaring at him with all the hate I could muster. "Choose a different girl that will follow you around and worship the ground you walk on, choose a girl that will kiss your ring and let you rape her people but I won't! I won't be a part of this EVIL! I won't have innocent blood on my hands. I won't be your Bitch."

By now, I had stepped forward with each syllable I punched out so that I was stood in front of Loki, looking down at him as he watched me; half amused, half angered. As I finished, I expected a sharp punch or a kick or to be beaten into submission, I expected the worst pain I'd ever known but I didn't expect him to just sit there and smirk at me.

"Well, my love, whether you like it or not, you are my Bitch and you'll perform the loving duties of being my Bitch." His voice, English accented like mine, mocked me by repeating my words. His eyes glinting up at me with the same anger I had but his was lying underneath the hunger and superiority that he was stanching of.

"And how are you going to enforce that?" I asked, tilting my head to look at him. "If I refuse it's not as if you can kill me, people are going to want to see your Queen," I spat out the word like it was poison. "You can't kill me."

"Oh, I have no intention of killing you. None. I have something worse in plan for your punishment."

I rolled my eyes and glared down at him. "And what is that?"

Loki smirked and it was the worst smirk I'd ever seen, like a wolf that was closing in on a rabbit. Like a cat that had caught the whiff of a mouse. Like a man watching a girl walk home alone, imagining all the things that he would do to her.

"Larson, are you feeling particularly, what was it? Trigger happy?" Larson nodded, smiling as his hand went to his gun pulling it out of the holster and flicking the safety catch. "Good." Loki said, turning his head back to look at me. "Shoot the woman."

I barely had time to brace myself for the pain before Larson pulled the trigger. I let out a gasp as I heard the shot ricochet around the metal room. I heard someone yell in pain but it was headed for me…

I cast a look over my shoulder and saw the young woman, the one I had snapped at and blamed for burning me, falling to the cold. Her hands pushing at the wound on her stomach, trying to staunch the blood. She screamed as she looked down, her body beginning to shake with pathetic sobs and cries. Her huge brown eyes found mine and she begged me to help her, tears pouring out of them with every move she made. Every breath she took, she got closer to her last.

I ran out but Loki grabbed my wrist, dragging me back to him and pushing me down to my knees as he took hold of my hand. I let out a shaky breath and tried to pull myself from it but with every protest he held on tighter, chaining me to him.

"You say that you don't want innocent blood on your hands, well I offer you this wager, whenever you challenge me, whenever you refuse to do my bidding, and whenever you act rude I will have Larson kill someone. It'll be someone on this ship who has done you a service, someone you pitied and wondered what happened to them before this and what might have happened to them after. You will stay here, on your knees and watch as each breath they take welcomes them to death. You will know that you caused that and by extension; you will be a part of the evil."

I felt the tears begin to fall down my cheeks as his cruelty, unwavering, radiated off of him. I felt the tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I watched the girl slip down to the ground, her eyes dimming and her hands shaking.

"Now, are you willing to stand by my side as I-?"

"Yes! For God's sake, yes! Just let me go!"

Loki dropped me, as if by surprise, and I launched myself into a run, tripping over the train of the dress and falling over to her side. She seemed to crawl away as I reached her but she let me take her hand and hold it in my own. I pulled myself up and brushed the tears off of her dark cheeks, my own falling onto them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I whispered, holding onto her as she began to dip in and out of consciousness. "Please, stay awake, stay with me."

She opened her mouth but, as she began speaking, blood seeped out of the corners and she choked on it, I pushed it away, frantically. Cleaning her face with the corner of the dress.

Her hand moved out and she pulled me down so that I had my ear close to her lips, her voice small and uncontrolled as she whispered. "I forgive you…"

Then she was gone.

Her hand dropping from me and her eyes falling from brown to a dull black, her mouth falling open to lay lax and her body slumping into the metal. She was gone, she was dead…

I don't know why I began screaming. I just couldn't help it, I was mourning for someone I didn't know. Someone good, someone whole. An innocent at the edge of the war who was dead because of me. I didn't even realise I was screaming until I heard them filling up the room, like a howl, I thought it was the woman who had helped me but she was at the side line watching me. Then I noticed that it was me; I was screaming. I was howling creature that sounded like it needed to be put down.

Someone grabbed my shoulders and seized me, hauling me onto my feet and dragging me up. I looked across and saw Loki, smirk gone and shock on his face, then a needle hit my skin and the sedative was pumped in. Knocking me out.

When I came to, I knew it was days later by the way that my muscles refused to move and the way that a voice to the left of me said. "Is she only just waking up? It's been four days. Taking her fucking time."

It was Larson, his voice dripping with boredom and hate.

Another voice, belonging to man that was moving from the side of the room and across to me, shot back. "The sedative you used was made for the other guy, and it would only work for a few hours on him; you're lucky you didn't stop her heart with your stupidity."

"You know, what, Banner? Go fuck yourself; I did what I did to stop her from hurting herself. I did what I could for her-."

"You did what you did because you wanted to shut her up because she was annoying you." Bruce said impatiently, his voice closer to me now. "Don't try and act noble with me, Larson, I know you."

I heard the man say something bad in French and storm from the room, the door shutting behind him with a snap and lock. Bruce let out a sigh of relief and put his hand on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.

"They're gone; you can open your eyes."

I blinked them open, wincing a few times as the light hit me, blinding me as I woke up. He let out a curse and stood up, going over to the switch and dimming the lights to a dull light.

"Thank you." I croaked, feeling my throat as the words scratched their way out of me.

"Sorry, I should have done that when you started waking up; I know what it's like to have light hit you after been asleep for a long time." Bruce laughed, picking up a cup and handing it to me, his large hands holding mine for a few seconds as he smiled at me. "Are you all right? How's your hand?"

I looked down at it and saw it encased in a heavy plaster. I attempted to wiggle the fingers but as I did so I felt my hand electrified with pain. I let out a hiss and tried wobbling it to get rid of the pain but Bruce grabbed my elbow, holding it to stop me from hurting myself.

"Yeah, that's not a brill idea, Tory." He said, putting it back down on the bed and standing up. Crossing the room to pick up some things that I couldn't see, he brought them back to me and I noticed that they were ointments and creams. "These should help with the painting on your face."

"How bad is it?"

He glanced up at me as he unscrewed a lid and frowned. "I've certainly seen worse but it does look like you've gone two rounds with a kangaroo."

"Do kangaroo's normally hit people?" I asked, wincing at Bruce lathered some cream on my cheek then continued it down to the corner of my jaw.

"I don't think so. It's just something people say." He laughed, swapping to the other cheek and applying it more carefully.

We sat there for a while him checking over my bruises and cuts, of which there were many, and me performing medical marvels for him; like moving my knees.

Bruce was right; the sedative that they rammed into my calf was designed to bring down the Hulk. Not only did it knock you out but it immobilized your muscles so that it was easier for them to move him. So, now, it was a difficult feat to even move. I couldn't even think about shifting my toes, my knees creaked when I tried to move them so I didn't bother.

"You're doing well." He said, taking my leg and putting down in a straight line on the bed, I just fell back, against the pillows and muttered.

"I don't feel like it. I feel weak, pathetic, and meagre."

"That's just the way that Loki wants you to feel, you're only like it because he's made you think that you are. He wants you to be weak so that he can break you and put you around his little finger but you're not. You're remarkably strong."

"No, I'm not. I broke down when I saw someone die and after-."

"After all you've been through, Tory; it's amazing that you can get out of bed in the morning." Bruce interrupted, his voice angered but calm.

I turned and looked up at him, watching as he sighed and dragged the chair back up to my head to talk to me. "You lose your dad when you're born, you lose your mum to brain cancer, you grow up with a man who gets kidnapped and nearly dies once and then leaves and nearly dies again, you make it through a city that is gradually burning to the ground around you, and you pass through states seeing God only knows what horrors. On your first day here, you stand up to Loki and challenge him like no one ever has before, you don't flinch as he hurts you, and you make him see that emotions are important and that what he did was extreme. You keep pushing back the pain and worry to make your way through life." Bruce laughed, bringing himself closer to me to hold my little hand in his saucepan ones. "You're so much stronger than you know; you're so much braver than you think, and smarter than you can ever comprehend."

I sniffed pushing back the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks, laughing shakily at his last sentence. "Revamping Winnie the Pooh?"

"I thought that it would be useful but I couldn't remember the quote."

I nodded, letting out a breath and blinking to combat the flow of tears but then he wrapped an arm around me and I couldn't stop them. I couldn't even try; I just fell onto his shoulder and began sobbing.

Bruce held me tightly, his hand on mine and the other hand going to my shoulder and gripping it tightly.

But then the door opened and Bruce let out a yelp of pain, jumping away from me and leaping to the other side of the room, his hands on his neck. Loki smirked at him as he entered the room, moving towards me and taking the seat that Bruce had vacated.

His eyes trailed down me, sighing, taking in what a state I must have been in. When they reached the cast, his eyebrows slanted down, his cold hands moved out and he hauled it up to his lap, turning it around so that he could see it again.

"What is this?" He asked, throwing a look over his shoulder as he addressed Bruce. The doctor glared at him, breathing deeply, but stepped forward to talk to him.

"It's a cast, to help her hand heal. Although, I doubt it'll ever work the same again."

Loki's head snapped up and he stared from me to Bruce, panic hiding in his eyes, his hands clenched on my arm and I winced in pain, pulling away.

"Why not? What is so wrong with her hand?"

"You crushed the bones; she won't be able to use the outer fingers again. But she is able to flip you the bird."

I smiled at Bruce over the top of Loki's head and watched as he winked at me quickly and covertly.

"Can you not fix it?" Loki asked, ignoring the smiles we were exchanging with each other.

"Sorry, no, I missed that part where they explained about growing bones." He said, loftily, turning around and heading back to his work as he muttered. "I'm sorry, Tory, but there's nothing that I can do."

I sighed and looked down at my hand, wondering how I would hold a pen after this. What would it look like now?

As I fantasized about my deformed limb, Loki had dropped it; his hand raising up and clenching into a fist, conducting the gold collar around Bruce's throat. The man let out a sharp gasp and breathed in deeply, sucking in the air but it was useless. The band around his neck moved higher up his throat, constricting his airway and bruising his neck. It wrapped around the skin and drew blood.

Bruce gripped the table, falling down, his knees buckling and his skin paling. He tripped down to the ground, watching as his skin began to change colour, the muscles rippling. But then Loki clicked his fingers and Bruce lost his anger. He was just struggling to stay alive now.

"STOP IT!" I yelled, falling over and tripping over to Loki, shoving his hand down and blocking his eye line of Bruce. "Jesus Christ, stop it…"

I heard Bruce breath in relief, spluttering and coughing as he drew in the air. Knocking back against the wall and heaving with relief, his head swaying this way and that as he watched us.

I moved over to him and yanked at the band but I ended up causing Bruce more pain. I pulled back and tried to swab at the bleeding wounds on his neck.

"… is this all you're good for? Making people hurt?" I asked, looking up at the God and watching the sadistic smile fall away. "Is this really what you can do to ensure people are willing to do your bidding?"

"He was been-."

"Can you blame him? You've taken away his life and his freedom. You demand things from him that he can't do and you chain him to this room. I'm sorry but how is that Kinglike?"

Loki stared at me, glancing from me to the doctor, then he strode from the room. Leaving it with a swish of his cape and abandoning us.

I fell back against the wall and breathed out, feeling my heart retract all the pain and anxiety it was feeling. I hadn't realised that I been holding it all in until he left. I hadn't realised that I was terrified of him until he left.

"I hate him, so much." I whispered.

"I know but until our friends can find a way to get into action, we have to live with him." Bruce muttered, trying to get to his feet but deciding against it.

"No we don't." He looked at me with a pitying look but I just stared at him. "The Avengers can't do anything yet, they need a push."

"You sound like Fury." Bruce muttered, shutting his eyes and sitting there next to me. "Can I gouge your eye out and stick an eye patch on you?"

"The Avengers need help; they need their missing piece."

Bruce sighed, finally realising where I was going with this. His eyes opened and he watched the wall in front of us. His skin paling as I spoke.

"They need the Hulk."

ARGHHHHH! RAWR! SMASH! I hope you like this chapter. I wasn't sure you would when I was writing it. It feels good though, to write like this. I have done 4 chapters in two days. Feels great. I really like Tory as well; she's like the best of the Avengers, except she keeps getting hurt. Lots of love.