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Sigrid appeared in a building, on top of a desk, her sword out and ready. She liked this one. It was bigger and broader, heavier yes, but she thought she could do more damage with this. She grinned as men and women peeked up at her, hidden behind and under their desks, shocked by what was going on outside and by her sudden appearance.
"Who here wants to have some fun?" she asked.
She disappeared and reappeared by another desk, bringing her sword crashing down on it. Whoever was hiding there scrambled out, running for the exit while the rest of their coworkers screamed and scurried about in a frenzy.
Sigrid laughed, repeating her pattern of destruction, knocking things over, breaking glass. A group of people were running and she stopped, Traveling to stand in front of him. "Where are you going? We're just getting started."
They crowded together backing away from her. She took a step toward them . . . and then an arrow came crashing through the window landing between her and the group she was torturing.
Her eyes widened and she rushed towards the window, letting the people she had had cornered escape. On the roof just diagonal from the building was in, she could see a speck of a man. She didn't have to be close to know who it was. Smiling, she waved.
If he was up there alone, that probably had meant their little group had split up to cover more area.
It was possible he was alone.
"He'll be waiting for you," Loki had said. "He won't fight, not you. Show him your power."
She'd go have some more fun and then check in on her 'old friend'.
Clint cursed as Glitch disappeared from sight. "I just saw her," he said out loud, pressing his hand against his ear. "I've lost visual."
"What's he got her doing?" Steve replied back.
"It's weird. She was tormenting some people in an office building but she didn't hurt anyone, just caused a lot of damage. It's – she seems different from – from when I was under his control, more animated. She doesn't seem – well, she doesn't seem bothered by it."
"What does that mean?"
"It's hard to explain. . . . Captain, the bank on 42nd past Madison. They caught a lot of civilians there."
"I'm on it." Steve ran off in the direction Clint indicated, but he couldn't shake Olive from his thoughts. What did that mean, unbothered? Was Clint suggesting that – that Olive was doing this on her own, working with Loki because she wanted to? Steve couldn't, didn't want to wrap his head around that one. When he found her, he'd figure this out.
Steve pulled himself off of the car he had landed on. He took a look around the city as the police and fireman rushed people from the building he had just protected. They were doing well to contain the damage but it was still a lot, still intense.
Natasha had better hurry and figure out how to close that portal.
"Well, look at you."
Steve turned at the sound of her voice. She stood maybe ten feet away from him, letting her sword droop and draw lazy circles on the ground. Loki had her in the same kind of get up that he and Thor wore. Olive looked beautiful, and it was weird seeing her smile amongst all this destruction but it was the smile that was unnerving him. It was twisted and dangerous and deadly. "Olive . . . You look –"
"What?" Olive disappeared, reappearing directly in front of him. She placed her hand on his chest, smirking, her eyes that burning, icy blue. "Go on. I look what? Gorgeous? Alluring? Sexy?"
"Different."
"Well that's no fun." Olive stepped back. "And here I was hoping seeing you would be exciting."
Steve swallowed as she stepped away from him, walking towards a car, knocking out the window with the hilt of her sword. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh you know. . . . Scaring people, destroying things, having fun. You should try it sometime."
Steve took a step toward her. "Olive. . . . Olive this isn't you."
"Good thing I'm not Olive then."
"What does that mean?"
"Loki renamed me. It seemed fitting see as how many times I've changed my name. This name, though, it suits me."
"I think Olive suited you just fine."
Olive shook her head. "That names means peace. I'm everything but, Steve. You've seen me. Conflicted, worried, scared all the time. That's not 'peace' at all. No, Sigrid fits me much better. It means victorious in America, but to the Asgardians, it means Conquering Advisor. Isn't that beautiful?"
"I still think I prefer Olive," Steve told her, watching her with wary eyes.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "See? You're no fun, Soldier Boy. Anyway, I just thought I'd stop by. Just wanted to see how you were enjoying this little party. I'm going off to wreck some more stuff."
"Liv," Steve said, stepping towards her. "Liv I can't let you do that."
Her eyes flashed as she turned to face him. "You 'can't'? Last I checked, Steve, you didn't have control of my actions."
"Neither do you."
"Oh, I'm perfectly in control. Loki didn't brainwash me, not like Barton, he set me free, he took away all of that awful stuff that kept me so locked up and tight. . . . I'm free, Steve. I do what I want."
"That doesn't even sound like you, Liv." He held out his hand to her. "You have to let me help you."
"I don't need your help!" Olive screamed, and the fury that was there was frightening. But it was gone in a second and she was smiling again. "What are you going to do, Soldier boy? Are you going to fight me? I think not. And if you try to stop me," she added, leveling her sword at him, "I might start adding new players to my game. Helpless women and children, screaming for their lives, running from me. All of that would be on your head, Steve."
She let the sword drop, smirking at him as she turned and walked away. Steve tossed his shield up, catching it and throwing it as hard as he could.
It crashed into a car, blocking the path Olive had been walking. She stopped, her back rigid. Steve stood up straight. "I can't let you do that Liv. I can't let you leave here like this."
Olive let her head loll back, her hand falling over shoulder and she gazed back at him. "Is that so?"
"It is."
She turned, walking back towards him. "This should be amusing. Go on then. Go get your shield. I won't even use my super power on you."
Cautiously, Steve walked past her, prying his shield out of the car. Olive turned to face him, sword at her side. She smiled, that deadly smile. "Are you ready?"
Steve held up his shield. "Let's do this."
Olive dashed forward, raising her sword to strike. She bounced off shield, but Steve could feel the force behind her strike. She kept swinging, her sword slashing, the sound of it ringing throughout area. Suddenly her attack stopped and Steve spun, jumping out of the way as she appeared to his right, swing the sword at his midsection.
"You said you wouldn't use your power!"
"I lied!"
On instinct, Steve swung his shield at her, simultaneously blocking her attack and pushing her back. Olive straightened up, looking particularly scandalized. "He said you wouldn't fight back."
"Do you always listen to what he says?" Steve asked. He saw the flash in her eyes, that anger and he thought he might have a way to snap her out of – well whatever this is. "Do you always do what he tells you to do?"
"I don't listen to anyone!" Olive responded, swinging that heavy sword again.
It came crashing down on his shield. Steve lifted his leg and kicked her back as gently as he could with just a slight bit of force. He could treat this like the gym. They were just sparring. "Could have fooled me. Did he tell you to come down here? Or you just assuming you have freedom?"
"Shut up!" Olive spun around and, in mid spin, she Traveled, getting closer to Steve. He jumped back, but the edge of the caught his shoulder. His free hand reached up to grab the wound, already feeling it become warm with blood but he held fast to his shield.
"Is that it, Olive? You can't live without someone telling you what to do, can you? First those people you worked for, then shield, and now Loki. You don't know how to be your own person, do you Olive?"
"Stop calling me that!" Olive hacked away at Steve's shield, each hit sending vibrations through Steve's arm. Steve pushed her back again. He could tell she was becoming unhinged, didn't really know how to respond.
"LIv, let me help you," Steve tried again, wondering if he could reach her this time. "Liv, please –"
"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Olive shook her head. When she looked up, Steve thought he saw her, saw his Olive May Warren. She looked scared but determined, her hazel eyes bright. "That's not my name. Do you hear me?"
Steve stared at her . She had broken through, Olive had broken through for just a moment. It wasn't Olive he was fighting, it was this Sigrid. "I got it."
The icy blue was back and she smirked. "Then fight me."
She ran at him once more but this time Steve was ready. It wasn't Olive, it was Sigrid. When her sword struck his shield this time, he lifted his arm, giving him enough space to punch her in the shoulder, knocking her over. With her far enough away, he threw his shield. It bounced off a building, speeding back towards Olive as she picked herself up.
"Duck," Steve told her.
Olive didn't have time to Travel. She raised her sword but even though it was broader, she couldn't stop the force of the shield. It struck against her breastplate, sending her flying backwards into another car where she collapsed.
Steve reached up and caught his shield. He started towards Olive, who was struggling to move, struggling to get up. "Olive?"
She jerked up, looking at him. There was a line of blood trickling down her forehead, dripping past her eyes which were flashing, changing from blue to hazel and back again. She looked up at him, frightened . . . and he saw her Flinch. It was disturbing, to say the least, not at all like when she Traveled. He could tell this time it was painful as she came back gasping, clutching her chest. "Don't – don't touch me."
"We have to get you help," Steve said, reaching for her again.
Olive smiled blearily at Steve, Flinching again. This time she came back slower. It only could have been seconds but he could tell it was getting harder for her to come back. "There's no help from me."
Down the street, Thor landed, Chitauri soldiers following in his wake. When Steve looked back down, Olive was gone.
Olive appeared in mid-air, landing heavily on the ground in Tony's penthouse. She lay there, wanting to curl up and just disappear but Sigrid wasn't letting her give up easy. Sigrid knew Natasha was going to close the portal, therefore closing off her link to the tesseract. If Natasha managed it, Sigrid would disappear and Olive knew she herself would too. It had been a long time since her body had experience this much stress. If she disappeared this time, trapped in the darkness, she may never come back.
"My pet." Olive turned her head, finding Loki staring at her from a hole in the floor. "My pet come to me. We must leave."
Olive couldn't control herself as she crawled towards him. Sigrid wanted to help Loki, wanted to save them both . . . but then she stopped. Had Steve been right? Was Sigrid nothing more than another mindless sheep? She glared at the man beckoning her. How dare he? How dare he control her? She was a goddess, she was powerful! She should be in charge of him!
Olive placed her hands on Loki's chest, leaning close. "Go to hell."
She pushed herself up, stumbling towards the balcony. She saw Iron Man fly past and up, holding on to what appeared to be a missile, saw Natasha holding the staff into the tesseract. This was how it had to be. Olive flinched again, coming back even slower. If she fought this, Sigrid would stay and she'd cause even more chaos. "Natasha!" she cried out before she dropped to the ground.
Natasha looked at her, eyes wide. Olive watched as Natasha looked back to the portal, to the staff and before looking back to her. Natasha was smart; she must have realized that Olive's only rope to this world was the power of the tesseract but there was no way she could not close it. Olive gave her a shaky smile and Natasha must have gotten her orders because she nodded, pulling the scepter free.
A pain like no other shot through Olive. She screamed and it echoed through the room as she fell into oblivion.
A/N: YEA! WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? Oh wow, I had a good time with this chapter. We only have about two more chapters (maybe three) and I'm debating doing a sequel with the Winter Solider. What do you guys think? Thanks for reading!