This could not be happening, it was impossible, illogical, and quite possibly illegal depending on what country the helicarrier was currently over. She woke up, stretched, laid out her clothes on the bed, and then hoped in the shower. This was her normal morning routine for years, she couldn't misplaced her clothes right? In a frenzy Dante dashed to her closet and threw the doors open. It was empty. All of her clothes and undergarments were gone save for the towel she now wore.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Dante exclaimed as she put two and two together. "I am going to beat him senseless!" She tightened the towel around her and stormed out of her room and headed to the meeting room where Fury and the others were. As she walked down the halls she glared at anyone who so much as glanced her way, she was sure her eyes were near glowing and crackle of energy flowed across her bare skin. Without even pausing in her stride she barged into the meeting room. Everyone stopped talking and just stared. "Fury."
Stark was the first one to burst out laughing till he turned red in the face, "H-how..? Oh god this is too priceless!" He took his phone out and took a few pictures.
"Titania is there a reason you are only wearing a towel?" Fury demanded barely able to hide his smirk.
Dante pointed to Thor, "His brother used his magic to remove all the clothes from my room! I came here to give you fair warning that I am beating the ever living shit out of Loki!" She turned heel and exited the room heading straight for Loki's holding cell.
She entered the chamber, shoving the guards out while threatening them with a painful death if they breathed one word of this. As she approached Loki's cell she tightened her grip on her towel and stomped right up to the cell. The look on Loki's face was priceless, he looked scared shitless and aroused at the same time.
"Where in the blood soaked protestant hell are my clothes God of Mischief?!" Dante demanded angrily.
Loki cleared his throat before replying innocently, "Have you look everywhere my dear? Maybe you left them in the wash perhaps?"
"This is ridiculous!" She threw up in arms in exasperation then quickly brought them down when she felt her towel slipping.
Loki flashed her his sexiest smirk, "You might want to hold on to your towel a bit tighter before you give me a lovely show."
"Give me my clothes back now Asgardian!" She growled.
"Demands will get you nowhere little one," Loki chuckled, "Perhaps if you ask nicely I will tell you where your clothes are."
"And how would you have me ask?" Dante spat.
"Hmm…'My King please return my clothes' in a very alluring manner, then I might be more inclined to assist you."
Dante stared at Loki while she weighed her options, none of which she liked, then she noticed something peculiar about Loki's attire. It was different from what he wore yesterday. She smiled to herself because that meant Thor brought clothes from home for him.
She smiled at Loki, "Excuse me for a moment." Once again she entered the corridor and headed back to the meeting room and interrupted them yet again. "Thor you brought clothes from Asgard for Loki did you not?"
"Yes, I did. Why do you ask Lady Dante?"
A mischievous smile appeared on her face, "Can I borrow some of them?"
Loki was still reveling in his victory when Dante returned, he didn't even look up from his book. He was waiting for her to say those magic words and she would lose. Dante cleared her throat loudly catching Loki's attention, he looked up and instantly wished he didn't. She no longer wore a white fluffy towel but one of his green tunics that went down to her knees. He dropped his book, then opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he closed it.
"Is something wrong my King?" She asked faking concern, "You look flushed, are you feeling well?"
Finally Loki found his voice, "The Fates must enjoy tormenting me."
Dante sent him a sultry smile, "My clothes?"
"Are back in their proper places," He smirked, "You win this round Dante."
"I don't play a game unless I know I can win," She leaned back against the railing which caused Loki's tunic to hike further up her thighs.
"Shouldn't you be running back to your room to change?" Loki asked a hint of something she couldn't identify colored his tone.
Dante stretched her arms above her head pulling the tunic up even more, "I don't know your tunic is pretty comfortable, maybe I'll just stay like this." She smiled as Loki shifted uncomfortably in his cell. "Then again I think you've enjoyed me in naught but your tunic long enough." She began walking to the exit, "Oh and by the way you were wrong. This cage was a prototype that just happened to be able to contain the Hulk. The true cage was built for something much more dangerous. A true monster."
Dante was rudely awakened from her nap when an explosion threw her from her bed. Sirens went off throughout the ship followed by a beastly roar which only meant one thing. She threw off her covers and quickly dressed herself in her pair of form fitting black leather pants, a black leather/red satin halter corset, knee high heeled leather boots, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves, and then she put her hair in a high ponytail. Then she opened the top draw in her dresser and removed her weapons of choice. Danny strapped two curved blades to her back, poison coated daggers in their places throughout her clothing, a combat knife in each boot, and finally put her two desert eagles in the holsters on her thighs. Once geared up she ran out her room and headed straight for the bridge.
When she arrived Fury was spouting orders at the techs, apparently the system had been hacked by agent Barton and the ship's turbines were losing power fast. The helicarrier was going down.
"Someone find a way to get the god damned turbines working, I don't care if you have to reroute power from somewhere else or go out there and push get it done!" Fury shouted.
Dante stormed in, power already sizzling over her skin. "Get out of my way." She ordered the techs, they more than happily obliged. "This ship will not fall, not today…not if I have anything to say about it!" She screamed angrily as she released her power into the helicarrier. Her eyes darted around focusing on the flow of energy that no one else could see. "Turbine power holding at forty percent." Dante informed them flatly, "Turbine power restored."
Fury nodded, "Check the detention center power."
Another pulse of energy left Dante, "Detention cell…" The energy rebounded knocking her off her feet, almost immediately she was up on her feet again her eyes glowing maliciously. "Loki has released the cell with Thor inside." Fury darted towards where Loki was held. "Damn impulsive man." She growled as she took off after him, however she arrived too late. Fury was kneeling next to a fatally wounded Colson.
"I'm sorry, boss. The god rabbited."
"Just stay awake. Eyes on me."
"No. I'm clocked out here."
Fury shook his head, "Not an option."
"It's okay, boss. This was never going to work... if they didn't have something... to..." Coulson looks away from Fury to look at Dante and sighs his last breath.
Grimly Fury stands and speaks into his radio, "Agent Coulson is down."
An unknown voice replied, "Paramedics are on their way."
"They're already here. They called it."
Dante couldn't help it, her clenched fists were trembling as tears streamed down her face. The lights began to flicker as more energy crackled around her. She was losing what little control she had.
Fury noticed the sudden change in Dante with dread, the last thing he needed was for her to lose it. "Titania you need to calm down, I know Colson meant a lot to you. Hell, he meant a lot to all of us but you need to get in control of yourself."
"You dare command me mortal?" Dante hissed, "I will show you control Nick Fury. I will show all of Earth my raging control!" Her body glowed for a moment before flickering out leaving Fury alone with Colson's body.
Loki felt her before he saw her. He sensed a massive power closing in on him as he walked to his jet.
"LOKI!" A shrill scream sounded from behind him.
Smirking he turned around, what he saw wiped that arrogant smirk right off his face. Dante stood feet away her skin faintly glowing as pure energy pumped through her veins, her silver eyes now blazing with bloodlust. Every inch of her screamed unadulterated rage.
"You look radiant little mortal," Loki stated calmly, "Thank you for making my imprisonment entertaining little mortal but I must be off." Behind him Barton took aim and fired an arrow into Dante's heart. He turned to leave again when a light laugh drew Loki's eyes back to her form.
Dante stood with the arrow still in her chest, "You are truly a fool Loki." She ripped the arrow from her body. "Who ever said I was mortal?" Dante snapped the arrow in half. "I am over three thousand years old, it will take more than a measly arrow to kill me."
Loki gripped his spear tighter, "What are you?"
"A true monster." She withdrew one of the blades from her back.
Realization dawned on Loki's face, "The cage was built for you. The very humans you seek to protect and avenge…" He laughed, "This is too funny!"
"Your sense of humor leaves much to be desired." Dante commented dryly.
Loki continued to chuckle, "They've tried to kill you haven't they? That's why they want you imprisoned to lock away the monster they couldn't kill."
Dante gave him a sad smile, "Those that I called friends have tried to kill me though some did so at my request. I have lived a long and lonely life, my hands are dripping with blood. I have caused a great deal of pain and death, was it so wrong for me to wish for death's sweet release?" She withdrew her second blade.
"No it is not wrong, you didn't deserve such a painful life." He cautiously stepped towards her, "I can erase your pain Dante and I can give you the happiness you deserve. You only have to take my hand." He held out his hand to her. "I have the power to make it all stop."
Dante was conflicted. For once in her long life she did not know what choice to make. Loki certainly had the power to do what he promised and more, but could she live with betraying all she knew. Without her permission memories came flooding into her mind just as vivid as reality. She remembered her husband burning down their house to kill her while she slept, the assassins sent after her over the years, the lives she took when she lost control of her powers, and most recently a fellow solider shooting her in the head then tossing her over the railing and into the ocean.
"What will happen if I do? How will you make it stop?" She whispered as her body returned back to normal. "I will not be a slave."
Loki took another step forward his hand still outstretched, "You won't be a slave to the Tesseract I swear it. Just take my hand little one." Slowly she sheathed her blades and hesitantly stepped towards him to place her hand in his. He gripped her hand and pulled her to his chest, silencing her protests with a searing kiss that drained all her energy until she collapsed in his arms. Loki picked her up gently and made his way back to the waiting jet.