Chapter: 5
Sorry this took so long, was stuck for an idea for a while.
Natasha Romanoff slowly opened her eyes, revealing a small, empty room. She stood up, sore, trying to remember what had happened last. Thoughts trickled in until she remembered everything, the fight, Clint, Loki. After digesting everything that had happened she took in her surroundings. She was lying on a thin mattress thrown on the floor; a nearly see-through thin sheet covered it. The walls were concrete, and mold was starting to grow in the corners, yet it wasn't the worst place she had been in. On the left wall two doors stood side by side, one lead outside the other to a tiny washroom. On the right side a T.V stood, it only showed a blank screen.
After she had had checked her surroundings, she checked herself for weapons. Like she had thought all her knifes, guns, and everything else had been stripped from her. When she took a couple of steps something took her by a slight surprise, the television turned on. On the screen showed a young woman with short black hair, wearing a grey suit. She was sitting in a news station and in the corner of the screen read "New York News."
"What I've heard is that one of the famed Avengers has gone missing, as of four days ago. "Reported the anchor women. "I have not heard from my source who it is but we are certain one is gone. Another item many people have been concerned about is why have the Avengers been called together again? Is New York in trouble? Again?"
"Four days?" Natasha whispered to herself. "How could I have been unconscious for that long?" At that moment the T.V was turned off and she heard soft footsteps in the hall, at first faint, barely audible, then louder, then stopped, right in front of the door. She then heard a click; Natasha readied herself, more than expecting Loki to walk in. The door swung open and like she thought, the green eyed god appeared in her vision.
"Oh look!" He smirked, "you were expecting me! How delightful!" Sarcasm basically screamed itself at Natasha. She thought about trying to approach him in hand to hand combat, but she realised she would be fighting a losing battle. Especially with Loki using his scepter. "Now listen," he commanded, "you will do whatever I say, it just matter of finding out if you will do it willing…or not." As he said the last few words he grabbed his scepter and pointed it at her, just touching her chest, inactive. "You get to make a choice again it seems." He purred, relishing in the fact of being able to control the infamous Natasha Romanoff. She knew she had no chance if he used the scepter, and a better chance to escape if she just did what he said, for now.
"Fine what do you want?"
She was lead through the corridors with the scepter on her back the whole time. There was damp, cold feeling and no windows to the outside world. Each door we passed looked the same, except the one they walked into. Most were smaller, metal doors scattered on the walls, the one they went into was tall and had keypad beside it. Loki punched in a code and the door swung open. The room inside was massive and in the middle was the tesseract, worked on by about ten scientists including Erik Selvig.
"How did you get that?" Natasha demanded.
"You didn't think I was going to leave Asgard without a souvenir? Once again I'm surprised by your foolishness." She glared at him, saying nothing; there wasn't much of a point of speaking right now. "Oh! It seems the little spy is speechless," continued Loki, "anyways you're probably dying to know what your part in this play will be." His cocky tone infuriated Black Widow, each word was shot at her, each bullet specifically designed for her.
"Yes, you could say I was curious," Natasha said, keeping an even tone, not wanting Loki to know how annoyed she was. "And what do you plan to use the tesseract for; I didn't think you would be in good terms with any alien race, not after destroying one with your failure." Natasha noticed his jaw clench ever so slightly, she wanted to annoy him, but not anger him so much that he would use the scepter.
"I will not waste energy on something like the Chitauri again! I plan to use something much… bigger this time." She was confused by what he said, what he could be hinting at. Just then Erik Selvig walked up; his eyes the tell-tale blue that indicated mind control.
"The tesseract is almost stable enough for a portal the size you want," he reported, "it will be ready in two days, at the latest." Loki smiled while he waved Selvig away.
"Well Ms. Romanoff," Loki growled, "it seems you will be of my use sooner than I thought, you will know your part soon enough, but first I need to show you who really is in control now." He spat out the last words and, faster than Natasha could think, he swung his scepter in front of her and touched her chest. Her will now his.
Natasha found herself in the middle of her cell, breathing heavy, like after a run, and feeling more violated than ever before. She stood, shaken right to the core. All Loki had done was made go into her go into her cell but the feeling of having no will was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced. That along with the fact that Loki doesn't have to be near her to grab hold of her mind again. Then Natasha Romanoff did something nobody had ever seen her do, something she hadn't since she'd been a tiny child. She cried. Not a sobbing, weeping cry but tears rolled down her face. For the first time she doubted that the good guys would win this round.
Thanks for reading! This chapter took me forever, please review I would appreciate it :D.
