"Director Fury.." Phil Coulson stuttered and Loki gasped as he heard the name, his eyes darting from side to side. Sif noticed and realized that Loki must recognize the name from somewhere. But where? "What the hell is going on here?" The man said as he stepped inside, wearing his usual black coat and eye-patch. "Sir, please..follow me into my office. We can't discuss this here." Coulson said a bit less shaky than before. "If you let these two go first, seems like you've been doing things behind my back." Doctor Selvig starts to undo the straps and orderly Barton steps forward to help Loki and Sif out of the chairs. Sif is breathing heavily and falls into Loki's arms as soon as they are released. "Loki.." She whimpers and he strokes over her hair. "Sssh, it's okay, the Furious one saved us." Loki eyes lock gazes with the male and he stares at him intently. Flashes of the past taunt his memory but they are too murky to make sense. As the man stares back, a pitying glance was seen. "Come on, I'll bring you to the garden. You like the garden, right Sif?" Barton asks in an uncharacteristic nice manner and the woman nods carefully as she bites the tip of her finger, staring at him wide-eyed.
Barton and Coulson exchange a look and a nod before he takes the inmates out to the garden, as he promised. He sits them down on a bench with a small table in front of it. "I'll get you both some tea, you can have a tea party." The orderly says softly with a smile and Sif's face lights up with glee. Loki eyes him rather suspicious, he doesn't buy that Barton suddenly treats them nice. "It's a trick, Sif, he is just doing this because he wants to set us up for another fall!" He whispers sternly to her when Barton walks off to get them tea. Sif pouts and brings her feet up on the bench to hug her knees. "But he sounded so nice!" The woman tries hopeful but Loki shakes his head. "Don't fall for it." The orderly comes back with a tray of tea and cookies and strokes Sif over her hair. "Here you are, have a nice party, doll." For a moment, there is a flash of anger in the eyes of the woman, but it's not strong enough to develop to an actual emotion. Barton walks off without saying another word and Loki relaxes. "I guess it's okay to drink it, they are probably treating us nice because the Furious one is around. Maybe he will get us out, Sif! Although I have a feeling that he doesn't really like me…he looked at me as if I broke a toy!" Sif gasped at this comparison. "Breaking toys is bad, Loki!" He nodded at her with serious eyes. "I know!"
"You got some explaining to do, Coulson!" Fury said with an angered tone as they arrived in his office. "When I asked you to run this asylum you said you could handle it. I wanted this to be a place to put people that society needs to forget about, not a torture dungeon! I remember upgrading your security level for this and this is how you repay me?" Phil Coulson sighed deeply and sat down, gesturing at the other man to do the same. "Director Fury, the Asgardians are giving me and the staff more trouble than we can handle and we need to take measures to keep them contained. You don't want them escaping and informing Thor, do you?" Fury gave him a conflicted look. "That still doesn't give you the right to torture them like that, Coulson!" Phil gave him a look. "Sir, they are a menace to themselves and to the others around here. I have to do what I can to protect my staff and them for that matter. If you could only see what they did in the past! I am sure you would agree with me if…" A loud scream of pain stopped Coulson mid-sentence and both him and Fury stood up immediately, going to the courtyard, where the sound came from.
Moments earlier Loki and Sif were having tea and cookies in complete peace. For a few moments, they were silent and felt content, even in their dreary situation. Orderly Grant was sent by Barton to collect their tray and cups and without a single warning, Loki started to freak out. He grabbed the man's head and bashed it on the table, blood was splattering to all sides. He let out a loud scream of pain and Sif panicked. "Loki! What are you doing?! Are you insane?! Stop it!" She yelled and tried to push him off the wounded man. But Loki gave her an intense glare and growled at her. "They've set my brain on fire, Sif! I have to hurt them!" Sif sniffled but turned her head to the side as she suddenly started to hallucinate. "Loki…the maggots! Get them off me!" The woman cried out and started to scratch at her own arms, leaving trails of blood as her nails pierced her skin. Fury and Coulson ran in on this scene and were baffled for a few seconds. Grant was laying on the floor, holding his head and wailed in pain as Loki kept hitting and kicking him. Sif was scratching her own arms open in sheer panic and wanted to start on her face as Hill and Barton sprang to action. They both injected the Asgardians with a tranquilizer and calmed them down in seconds. Loki and Sif were set down on the bench as Barton helped Grant up. "Let's go see doctor Selvig, Buddy." He took off with the wounded man and Hill led Loki and Sif to the isolation cell.
Coulson clasped his hands behind his back as he and Fury walked back to his office. Fury was silent as they walked, lost in deep thought. Once they arrived, they sat down and looked at each other. "Coulson, I have no words for what I just saw…I give you full authority to do what you need to, to keep the Asgardians in line. We can't have them hurt the staff like that. That poor young man might have serious damage done to him!" Phil nodded, doing his best to hide a smirk. "Grant? He'll be alright, doctor Selvig will have a look at him. I bet it's mostly just the shock that he will have to deal with." Director Fury sighed deep and shook his head. "I have no idea if we are doing the right thing.." He mumbled, more to himself than to Coulson but then stood up, making a decision. "Like I said, do what you need to, but at least try to keep their suffering to a minimum?" The other man stood up as well, to shake Fury's hand and gave him a reassuring nod. "Of course, sir, we are not animals."
Phil led Fury out and came back inside. As he took the elevator back to his floor, Barton got in as well. "So what did you give them?" Phil asked in an even voice, without looking at him. "A nice little cocktail, some meds that were past their expiration date. I figured we would get a good show in return to convince Fury." Coulson chuckled. "Did Grant know? That you sent him over on purpose?" Clint Barton smirked at him. "Of course not, I'm not stupid." He said, clearly enjoying that his trick worked out. "So what happens to them now?" Phil looked at him for the first time now and made Barton avert his eyes by the coldness that came from his eyes. "Now we break them, until there is nothing left."
They got back to the floor, where Loki and Sif were both put in a straight-jacket and in separate isolation cells, across from each other. Phil stood inbetween and looked from one to the other. "So….you misbehaved again? Maybe you need a stricter lesson." Sif whimpered sadly and Loki growled at him, expecting to fry now after all. "Don't worry, we won't use the chair." Coulson assured them, as if he could read those thoughts. "We've been giving full clearance for the two of you, so we can do whatever we want. I think we are going to have a lot of fun with that little development…" The eerie sound of his voice made both inmates shiver in fear.
