SECRETS UNVEILED~! :3 Short chapter but I have brought you chapter three which is still with Tony . . . But I promise you that Loki is in the forth chapter which I am presently writing.
Enjoy~

Tony's house was slick and modern. His bar was even more impressive. He sat you on a very comfy bar stool, and asked what you wanted to drink. You politely turned him down, saying you had enough drinks for the night. He nodded, either agreeing that you had enough, or confirming the fact that you were a lightweight. It was hard to tell which was which, but it didn't matter, at least he offered you a place to stay for the night. When he sat you on the bar stool you instantly took off your heels and began massaging your sore feet, hoping beyond hope that you wouldn't be forced to wear another pair of heels for at least two weeks. Tony sat beside you, sipping on a martini and staring at you intently. "Tell me a little about you," he said between sips.

"U-uh, um, well," you didn't know what to tell him. You could tell him straight off that you were some freak experiment and didn't know what abilities you had, or you could tell him that you were a girl you work at a college coffee house and lived in the suburbs. Either one worked, only one could make him freak out and kick you out of his house, and the other one made you seem completely harmless. You went with the harmless one. "Well, I work at a college coffee house, and I own a 4 bedroom house in the suburbs."

"Four bedrooms seems a little much for someone who lives alone, and when I meant about you I meant whether or not you knew who you were, not whether or not you work at a college coffee house and your favourite drink there is the chai latte."

You gave him a dumbfounded looked. How could he have known so much about you when you have only just met? "H-How . . ." Your mouth gapped open and close like a fish thrown onto land by rocking waves.

"I know a lot of things most people don't know, most information was from sitting around with no events or anything to go to. Did you know that the government has kept a secret satellite on you for the past 4 years since your incident at that park? It's in real time video too."

A satellite that was watching you, in real time! The information flooding from this man's mouth was unbelievable. He even knew about that time in the park! "U-uh . . ." you felt extremely uneasy by his knowledge, "M-maybe I should go home."

"I don't see why. If you can't tell I'm perfectly fine with what you are, whatever you are anyways. You know they never really knew what they were doing with you in the first place? It's really ludicrous when you think about it, them mixing in mysterious and random chemicals and DNA into you. Truly unbelievable, but, then again, if it weren't for those experiments you wouldn't be here with me and my preposition."

You were lost in all of this new and old information. The scientists didn't know what they were doing? You felt broken knowing this and it was as if you were just practice. Practice for the torture of many others, being the first made. You were too busy soaking in this information that you didn't hear him mentioning that he had a preposition until after everything fell into place.

"What's this preposition?"