She didn't bother struggling at all. Mila knew well enough that she was strong but she was strong in the tackling a man down, illegal body checking sort of way, the kind that depends upon momentum and and anger, she couldn't get much of that right then. Even if she could she didn't really want to find out how it would work against people trained to shoot first ask questions later.
Which wasn't to say she was defenseless of course. No, never that, but she'd wait, she'd watch, find their weaknesses.
And then she'd fuck their faces up.
"You know, I find myself feeling rather fond of you," Loki said, his voice echoing weirdly in the enclosed area. Only five of his henchmen were still there, the others having run off and two of them were holding onto her while the the other three were doing….something, she wasn't quite sure what, with the cage that Loki'd been in. "Mila, was it?"
"The feeling isn't mutual." He fiddled around with the control before stalking towards her and she stepped back making a moue, "Please maintain distance. The fact that you haven't bathed in ages is very obvious from the stench. Not to mention the hair." She shuddered, the moment tightening the guards' hold her arms but also allowing her to hide what she'd picked from her pocket.
"Pity that. We could have done great things."
"I've already done great things. And to be fair if what I've read in mythology is true then you giving birth to an eight legged horse...well that could be considered worthy of greatness too. Although a very different sort of greatness."
The barest twitch of his mouth revealed his annoyance with that and he moved suddenly, quickly and grabbed her jaw with a hand. It was unexpected even for the two thugs and their grip tightened before loosening up again while Loki loomed over her fingers pressing in with just a hint of pressure.
Her heart raced. She had seen that he wasn't human, his strength wasn't normal and it would take just a slight miscalculation on his part for the fingers to press through bone and kill. He held her life in his hand and it was a terrifying thing.
"Would they fight you? You're not exactly one of them, are you? But then that just means they'd hesitate more."
She couldn't help the laughter at that. "You think too highly of SHIELD. I'm not nearly valuable enough for hesitation."
The hand that didn't hold her jaw threw the sceptre up and caught it in the same move, the point of it uncomfortably close to her and she hoped that Stark had gotten around to doing what he was supposed to.
"Well let's see about that." He said and lowered the sceptre to touch it to her chest.
Nothing. He was pouting almost and she was hard pressed to contain her glee. It may look like the sceptre but in his hands was her hockey stick made to imitate it. She knew what the head of it felt like its blunt rounded edge was what had brushed up against her, not the sharp metal of the sceptre.
"This usually works." He said, disgruntled and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Maybe if we dim the lights, turn on the Marvin Gaye, some candles, that might help you get it going."He glared at her and she grinned even more. "Or maybe it's decided it wants someone else to wield it. Does seem to have a mind of its own."
"No."She expected disbelief, rage even violence but the heartbreak, that was just odd. He was scared and desperate instead and it made her wonder. "No, no, no!"
Even the two guards holding on to her moved back, taking her with them, Loki's hysteria unexpected even to them.
"You." He hissed and she was reminded of when she'd taken the sceptre from him back at the gala.
"Deja vu-"
He grabbed her neck hard and threw her against the wall, holding her up with ease.
"Leave!" He barked at the guards even as she choked, her legs kicking out uselessly. Her hands came up to pull his fingers from her neck and in the process dropped the little glass tube she'd been concealing in her fist. It fell, rolling away only to stop at Loki's feet and he let her down just enough that she wasn't choking anymore to look at it. "Now, what's this?"
She mustered up just enough strength to push the toe of her stilleto down to break it and flung herself back as it burst into an explosion, throwing Loki back against the cage.
"Loki!" Came a shout and before she knew it Thor had manhandled Loki back into the cage, unfortunately along with himself and she sank down to the floor in relief, still gasping and wheezing for breath.
"Why do you heroes always have such shit timing?"
"Are you alright?" He asked from inside the cage still fighting with Loki and she had to be impressed by it really.
She lifted a hand, making a face at the cuts littering it from the small explosion but wave dit flippantly nonetheless. "I've had worse."
Mila closed her eyes for a second, tuning out their snarling and fighting and when she opened them again a SHIELD agent was squatting across from her.
"Do you need medical attention?"
"Need? No. Want? Yes. But I think we have bigger problems at the moment." Not Loki, no, he was being subdued by his brother well enough, for some reason not really moving now that Thor put his hammer on him. Strange, sure, but hardly the strangest thing she'd seen that day.
No, the problem was that they were very obviously losing altitude, even Thor and Loki's squabble being affected by the sudden shift in level as the helicarrier lurched to the side.
"This is Agent Coulson, detention level is secure." He locked and loaded the giant honking gun that looked like it had come straight out of a sci-fi movie and stood at the door standing guard and Mila whistled.
"Where can I get one of those?"
