Chapter 3: Barton's Connection
Loki smiles as he looks at the unconscious women lying on the cold ground outside the cell that use to hold the scepter. He laughed, wondering how it was so easy to use magic on mortals. Quietly he slips out of the room and casts another invisibility spell on himself, one he had been using very often.
"Oh," he thought to himself, "how do the Avengers even think they have a chance of beating me, especially after they see what I did to their little spider." He then quickly walks out of the building and using his magic teleports to his hideout. It's an older warehouse that is about two hours from S.H.I.E.L.D, the mortals working there would never think of looking close to home. "Now," he said to himself with a devious smile, "Let's see if we can talk to my friend I met last time I was here."
Clint Barton was suddenly awoken for, what it seemed like, no reason. It was one in the morning as he sat up, sweat poured down his chest and face, his breath coming in short gasps. He stood to get some water but the instant he did the world became cloudy and started spinning. He fell back to his bed, he had never felt this way before, except once. Then he heard something, like a voice, at first a quiet whisper and then louder, and then he understood what it was saying.
"Hello Barton," the voice said, "did I wake you?" Clint groaned and turned slightly, falling off the bed completely. The voice then laughed, a cold, menacing, malicious laugh, the laugh was also so familiar yet he couldn't place it. "Did you forget me too?" it asked, each word cutting through him like a knife. Then he placed the voice. The voice of Loki.
"Get out of my head!" Hawkeye screamed, or at least he thought he did, to someone else they would have heard just a mumble. A whisper.
"Not yet," Loki said, drawing out every syllable, "no, I need you to do something for me again."
"You will not… take…control again!" Clint wanted to shout, punch, kill, but he couldn't even talk any more, he was 'saying' all this in his head. The God laughed again, he knew it would be less than a minute more before Barton was back under his control. It would have taken less time if he had physically been there in Clint's room, but it was safer this way. Last time Hawkeye had been under his control a knock to the head had freed him, but there was still a tiny connection between him and Loki. One Loki had unlocked with the scepter.
"Not… again… not…" Clint stopped resisting; his eyes turned a cloudy shade of blue, his mind at the will of black haired God controlling it.
Barton was given simple orders for the next day, wear sunglasses, act normal, and be in your room by 1 o'clock am. He followed through, of course, his mind feeling numb to everything, Loki's voice was the only thing that was focused in his mind, and the mission the voice gave him. No one bothered him about wearing about the glasses, except Natasha. She was found by Thor who saw the door to the room open, he walked in and saw her unconscious on the ground and immediately carried her to the medical ward where she woke up an hour later. Loki told Clint to check on her, and he did, it would arouse suspicion if he didn't. When he got there Natasha asked him about the glasses.
"What is the point of wearing shades if it's dark in here?" She questioned. He shrugged and in half an hour left.
Once night time came Loki once again had to leave his base for the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters. He teleported just outside and cast, once again, a spell to cloak himself. Naturally quiet, he slipped past the agents and headed towards a holding cell, similar looking to the one in ship. The difference, this one can't be dropped hundreds of feet to certain death; its only purpose is to hold supernatural beings. He easily opened the door with a flick of a switch and waited for the right time.
The electrical clock on the wall finally read 1:00, time for the weak-minded human to serve his last purpose. Loki grasped the scepter and called Barton to him. When he did come, he and Loki walked up to the open cage and stepped in.
"Leave all your weapons outside the cell." Loki commanded, "And set the cell to close in one minute." Hawkeye did as told and then stood next to the God controlling him. In sixty seconds the door swung shut, they were locked in. "Call Natasha and tell her to come to the holding room." Barton picked up his communicator and did, having a few minute conversations with her, and the moment he ended the call Loki released him from his grip.
Clint stumbled backwards, his orientation not yet set. When his fuzzy vision cleared he realised where he was. In a holding cell? With Loki's scepter at my neck?! With Loki himself?! Quickly he tried to escape but with no luck, in his daze he had backed right up to Loki and he had the pointed scepter right at his neck.
"Get your damned hands off of…." Clint started but was interrupted by Natasha walking in to the room.
"Clint? Loki?!" Natasha sputtered; for once she was caught off guard. She was about to unlock the cell when a malevolent voice entered her ears.
"You open the cell before I tell you to, Clint dies, you call anyone and he is under my control, for good."
"What do you want Loki?" Natasha hissed
"I'll tell you what to do," Loki snarled, "You will open the cell and trade places will your beloved Barton." Both Natasha and Clint were shocked, Barton mouthing to her not to do what he says.
"Well Ms. Romanoff, your choice," his sinister smirk creeping on his face, "His freedom or yours?"
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