Director Nick Fury, always an ignorant human, calls towards the man, "Sir, please put down the spear!" It´s obviously a scepter, fool.
The mysterious man looks up. His eyes look sunken and have dark bags around them. With pity, you wonder how tiresome it must be to harness your power. He raises his scepter and shoots a flash of light quite like your own. The burst of beautiful power hits Barton and Fury, sending them flying through the air.
A group of loyal (yet stupid) soldiers try to shoot the new arrival, but their mortal bullets are no match for his power. The man leaps with a feline ability towards his attackers and, in swift motions, runs his spear through their hearts.
Barton has now regained his balance and unsheathes his gun. The mysterious arrival with long raven hair grabs the Hawk´s wrist before the agent can shoot.
"You have heart," he whispers in that soothing voice that melts your knees and presses the spear to Hawkeye´s chest. With awe, you watch as Barton´s eyes change from a normal blue to completely, whites and irises, black to an unnatural shade of blue. Your shade of blue.
The agent lowers his gun, and you know what has happened to him. You can feel pieces of your consciousness inside his brain, locking his morals away and replacing them with your own. Making your plans, your dreams, his.
The beautiful man continues to join other scientists and soldiers to your cause. You tremble with joy as their weak will bends and twists in any way you please.
Your happiness is cut short by Director Fury, who silently approaches your station. You try to warn the new arrival, but your voice doesn't respond. Fury unceremoniously and painfully rips the cables from your arms, and you fall to the ground.
The Director hauls you towards the exit, but you bite and scratch. Once more, you attempt to scream but no sound comes out. You grope at your throat and weep silently for the loss of your precious voice.
"Please don´t," the man orders softly. "I still need that."
Need that? A feeling of dread settles it the pit of your stomach. What if the mysterious man wants to use you, just as Hydra did and S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing? Tears well up in your eyes once more. A buzzing sound in your ears makes it impossible to hear the voices of the people around you, but you couldn't care less.
When the buzzing finally stops, you hear the man with raven hair reveal his identity at last. "I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."
"Loki? Brother of Thor?" Selvig inputs.
The man, Loki, grimaces, obviously uncomfortable with being identified as the brother of Thor.
"We have no quarrel with your people," Director Fury argues.
"An ant has no quarrel with a boot," Loki replies calmly.
"You planning to step on us?"
"I come with glad tidings, of a world made free," your raven-haired savior-or-abductor offers.
"Free from what?"
"Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart..." With that Shakespearean phrasing, Loki presses his scepter to Selvig´s chest and possesses him, too, with your power. "You will know peace."
"Yeah, you say peace, I kind of think you mean the other piece."
You look up towards the ceiling of the facility. There are left over tendrils of your explosion that are curling and withering, weakening the concrete. You frantically point towards it, trying to capture the attention of one of your teammates.
The reformed and honestly bettered Clint Barton cuts thankfully notices your gesturing, "Sir, Director Fury is stalling. This place is about to blow. Drop a hundred feet of raw material, he means to bury us."
"Like The Pharaohs of Odin," Fury jokes humorlessly.
Selvig inspects one of the monitors and reports the situation to Loki. Not good, not good at all.
"Drop him," he commands to the Hawk.
Barton shoots at Fury and the Director falls letting go of your arm. You tumble to the floor. Barton gruffly picks you up. "Gently," Loki sneers. Hawkeye releases his grip on your arm and lets you walk in front of him.
You shiver and realize for the first time that you are naked, your creamy white skin expose. You awkwardly attempt to cover yourself. Loki notices and mutters an order to one of the soldiers. Soon enough, you are being offered a black S.H.I.E.L.D. coverall. You pull the slightly itchy garment on.
"Tesseract, isn't it?" your savior asks politely as he pushes a tuft of your pale blonde/blue hair behind your ear. His green eyes gaze into your bright blue ones.
You nod uncomfortably. That is your name, alright, but you don't like it. It´s too long, too elaborated. You make a chopping gesture with your hands.
"Cut it?" Loki translates and hesitates before answering, "Tess… Tess!"
You nod happily.
"Can´t you speak, dear Tess?"
Your gaze drops. You do not know when you became mute, but you wish you did. Maybe if you knew the cause, you could fix your voice.
"I'm sorry; I did not mean to offend you, sweet lady." You feel your cheeks glower a shade of pale blue. "Don't you worry; we will find a way to communicate."
Your features light up. You had learned several things from the S.H.I.E.L.D. monitors. Your hands flutter about as you try to imitate the human sign language, but the raven haired man stares at them in confusion.
You huff and stomp towards one of the desks. After searching for a while, you find a notepad and a pen. Your brow scrunches in concentration as you write in the human language known as English. Their letters were easy to learn, too easy and simple like anything else the human mind had created.
You pass your message to Loki and he reads it out loud. ""You are not like them"."
You point towards Selvig and Barton, and Loki laughs. "That is because I am not human, my dear."
You cock your head in a silent question that doesn't need to be written. What are you, then?
Something hardens in your savior´s face. "We´ve got to keep moving."
You lower your head in shame, knowing that you had asked the wrong thing. You follow your team through several hallways of the military base. When you reach the vehicles, a woman you do not recognize asks, "Who's that?" She glances towards Loki.
"He didn't tell me," Barton lies.
Suspicion clouds the woman´s gaze, but she lets you pass. You are about to step into the cargo box of one of the trucks when you here the stranger´s communication device crackle.
"Hill! Do you copy?!" Fury. "Barton has turned!"
Your eyes widen in shock. Loki pulls you to a sitting position next to him just as Barton and the Hill woman draw their guns and hell breaks loose.
As much as you hate humans, you hate violence. You screw your eyes close and rest your head on Loki´s shoulder. There are explosions, screams, glass breaking, and lots of shooting. After a moment, Loki slips away from you and you hear the sound of his scepter firing blue bolts at S.H.I.E.L.D. trucks.
You count to ten. To one hundred. To such a large number you lose count. Your breath isn´t even until you feel Loki´s body next to you once more and he kisses the top of your head. His body is freezing cold yet reassuring.
Slowly, you let the feeling of freedom wash over you and fall asleep.