So I got a few reviews in the past 48 hours asking me to continue, so here you go. Sorry it took me more than a day...I'll try to update as much as possible. My AP class is KILLING me right about now and I haven't posted anything to fanfic in FOREVER and I feel extremely guilty about it. Anyways...
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So without further ado, the story!:)
P.S. Oh and by the way, I know Tony doesn't have any siblings, but let's just pretend he had a little sister...mmkay?
Loki grunted, leaning against the walls of the glass cell that held him prisoner here at S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn't the first time they'd captured him, and he was damn sure it wasn't going to be the last. Director Fury relished the capture of Loki, and always deemed him foolish for having being caught.
Of course, this time, he didn't go down without a fight. It took an entire hour of battering with Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man to break him down. He was finally knocked out by Thor, who held him in a vice grip to where he couldn't breathe and passed out.
A Few Hours Earlier...
Handcuffing him, Captain America, aka Steve Rogers, shoved him into the back of the cargo plane, Thor stationed next to him.
"Good work." Steve commented.
"Yeah well he couldn't pack a very big punch anyways. Too easy to beat if you ask me." Stark said from inside the suit.
"His punch was bigger than last time when we captured him. You remember that?" Steve asked.
Tony took off the helmet and nodded. "I remember. I did almost die, in case you forgot."
Steve sighed. "How could I forget? Not only do you remind us constantly, but I remember every time I past a schwarma joint."
"Well, I'm glad I'm at least unforgettable to you Cap."
"Kind of hard to forget you."
"Why thank you."
"Wasn't a compliment." Steve muttered. Tony snorted and Thor sighed, his eyes sighting their nearby destination.
Within a few hours, they reached HQ and Loki was awake and grumbling complaints.
"Loki, quit your incessant complaining. It grows annoying." Thor snapped to his little brother.
"So it bothers you does it brother?" Loki asked. "In that case I shall continue."
"Do not-"
"This building is quite boring." Loki swiftly said as they landed on the roof of S.H.I.E.L.D's HQ. "All gray. Not a bit of color. How do you stand it Thor? You were always one for bright colors..."
"Loki, do be quiet." Thor sighed, face in his hands.
"Oh but Thor, brother, I do enjoy causing you grief." The engines started to die down, the noise quieting.
"Would you can it already?" Loki's eyes flicked over to Tony Stark who looked just as annoyed as Thor.
Loki smirked. "Says the man in the can himself." He quipped. Tony's eyes flashed dangerously and Loki returned his glare with a grin.
"Just so you're aware, this can, can and will kick your scrawny ass." Tony said defensively.
Loki licked lips. "That is if it could catch me." He jeered. Tony glared long and hard at the God of Mischievousness.
"Thor." Iron Man's voice had Thor look up. "Is there any way to get reindeer games over there to shut it?"
Thor sighed. "I wish."
Loki ceremoniously winced. "Brother, you wound me! I'm hurt."
Thor sat up and leveled with Loki, eyes locked. "Do I look to be in a gaming mood?" He boomed.
Loki tilted his head. "Apparently not."
Loki felt the doors open and he was shoved out and down onto the pavement by his brother, who was still scowling.
Loki grimaced in pain.
"You know, you're not one to scowl Thor. This is truly an event not to miss." Loki joked. Thor kicked his leg. "Ow." Loki muttered.
"Enough. Be quiet." But Loki wasn't going to stop. Why would he?
"In fact, I haven't seen anyone with this much anger framing their features since I last saw…"
"Me?" A voice from behind Loki said. From his position on the ground, Loki turned and looked up and into the glaring face of Nick Fury.
"Actually, I was going to say Odin himself, but perhaps my judgment is clouded." Loki commented.
"Good." Fury spat. "Let's keep it that way. Bring him in." Captain America and Thor each grabbed at Loki's sides and shuffled towards and elevator packed full of S.H.I.E.L.D agents, each in a dark black uniform, whether it be a suit or field ensemble.
As the elevator declined, Loki considered escape tactics. Escape tactics which, Loki realized, would end up with either him dead or imprisoned and wounded badly. He bit his lip, thinking of other ways he could leave. Magic wasn't much of an option, especially not in his weakened state.
He sighed and decided to wait it out, see what S.H.I.E.L.D would do with him. Knowing Thor, even though he was angry, would not let harm come to Loki in any way. But that didn't mean he wouldn't oblige to caging Loki for the time being.
People stared as Loki was marched through the large facility, down hallways, through doors, until finally, they reached a large room with a glass-like cell. Thor shoved him in, Fury locking it tightly.
"Don't even think about escaping, you hear me?" Fury enunciated each syllable to the criminal.
Loki didn't answer.
"Is that clear, Mr. Laufeyson?" Fury asked again.
Loki turned, emerald eyes locking with Fury's cold and dark ones. "Crystal."
Fury smirked. "Good. Avengers, conference room, now."
Thor cast him a pitiful look before following the others out, leaving Loki alone with his thoughts.
Present...
Loki sighed. He'd been stuck in there for a few hours now. He thought about sleeping. The thought was comforting. He slumped against the glass wall and shut his eyes. Within moments, sleep overtook him, and he felt at ease for, if not for just a moment.
I walked down the hallway, hair swaying softly behind me. I had it loose over my shoulders and back, straightened to perfection, my side-sweep bangs swishing back and forth. I liked it that way. I also liked working for S.H.I.E.L.D, as well as what I did for them. In a way, I was like Natasha Romanov, except we were quite different. Physically, mentally, and most importantly, we were different agents. But everyone knew Natasha was the best. Not that I minded, but what I did mind was when I was compared to her.
I liked Natasha, and we were close friends, but some of the male agents had a habit of comparing us in every way. Not just in skill, but also by body type. Frankly, it pissed not only me off, but her as well. I remember this one time...
"Agent Matthews." A voice snapped me out of my ongoing train of thought, which was going in one hell of a random direction at the moment.
"Yes?" I responded to the agent who'd addressed me. Tall, dark haired, exceptionally muscled, and comparatively good looking, Agent Ryan Jacobsen was one of our top field agents, underneath Nat and I of course.
"Fury's waiting for you in the conference room." He said, handing me a thick, manila folder.
"Thanks." I said and walked towards my destination.
"Matthews!" I heard him call. I stopped and turned. He hadn't moved. "You look good today." He smiled charmingly and I smiled back.
"Thanks." Turning back around and walking, I felt a small blush creep onto my cheeks. Did he really mean that? I mean, yeah, I felt confident in my outfit, but I didn't think other people thought I looked good...
I wore dark, slightly ripped jeans, black combat boots, and a long sleeved dark green tee, dark denim vest on top, silver hoop earrings adorning my pale ears, a silver band on my right ring finger. I was comfortable and ready to take on anyone if needed.
I turned a corner and saw my destination. Dark oak door, silver panel on it labeled,
Conference-Level 7 ONLY
Hearing voices inside, I took a breath and turned the handle, pushing the door open.
The room was silent, but Fury was still talking. I recognized three others in the room with him. Captain America, Iron Man, and Thor. No one had noticed me yet. Good, let's keep it that way, at least for a few minutes.
"Loki has done crimes that would earn him a life-sentence in prison, and you're saying we should let him go?" Fury yelled.
Thor slammed his fist into a table. "Yes! Loki actually fought this time. But there was no reason as to why. My brother is not some barbarian who pillages without a cause. Loki always has a plan, and there has to be one this time. If we just let him out and observe my brother's actions, perhaps we can find out what he has planned."
"What, and take all the fun out of squeezing the information out of him? Not a chance." Stark said. Thor's hands clenched as he stared into Tony's eyes.
"You will not harm my brother. Only I will do that, under any means."
"What, now you have sibling dibs? The whole, "Only I can bully my brother!" thing?" Stark quipped.
Steve sighed. "If he's keeping a plan that could potentially harm people, we have to do something to find out. Don't you agree Thor?"
"I agree on the account of keeping Earth safe, but I do not feel my brother harbors any hatred towards Earth or those who inhabit it." Thor said.
"Could've fooled me." Fury growled. "He attacked a village today, Thor. People were injured."
"Not to mention the whole New York thing..." Stark muttered.
"Yes, I'm aware, thank you Stark. But Fury, did you not see what he was doing? He paid no mind to the people, only to his task, which was revolved around the center building of the village. He touched not a single head in that village. Anyone who ended up injured today can only blame the soldiers who tried to control the frightened mob."
Steve sighed. "Okay, fine, he didn't hurt anyone physically. But what does he want?"
Tony grunted and said, "Well it's obvious isn't it? Blondie here just basically gave us the answer."
Steve nodded. "The building."
"Whatever's in that building," Fury noted. "Is what Loki wants. It's our job to figure it out."
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's rocket out of here and rendezvous at the village." Stark said, pressing a few keys on his arm controls.
"Not so fast."
"What do you mean, not so fast?"
"That village is just starting the process of repairing itself." Fury explained. "We can't just barge in uninvited like that. Do you have any idea what the Chinese government could pull against us?"
"Uhhh, quite frankly, I don't care." Stark said.
"Well you should. We cannot return until they have returned to a working village as they were before Loki's attack.
"And how long will that take?" Steve asked.
"A few months or so? Everything was built with manual labor. They refused our help regarding reconstruction, they're very set in their ways."
"So we have to wait. Fine. What now?" Stark asked.
Fury smiled. "What now? Well first off, why don't you ask Agent Matthew's over there how long she's been here."
The three heroes turned in my direction, shocked looks on their faces. So they really hadn't seen me?
"Agent Matthews, meet The Avengers. Well..half of them anyways..." Fury said.
Thor and Captain America came up to me, warm smiles framing their attractive features.
"Nice to meet you ma'am." The Captain said, shaking my hand.
"It's an honor, Captain."
"Please," he laughed. "Call me Steve." I smiled. "Rebekah."
"It is also an honor to meet you officially, Son of Odin." I said with a smile, gingerly shaking Thor's hand.
"Ah! It is a pleasure to meet one with knowledge of my background." said the God of Thunder.
I laughed. "My minor in college was Mythology and World History. I may have read up on you before."
A cough sounded in the room. "And who was is that paid for your ride to college?"
I rolled my eyes submissively. "My mother actually, Mr. Stark."
"Technically it was me, seeing as I signed the check."
"But it was my mother and father's money."
"Mostly your mother's."
I snorted. "You know damn well my father left a hefty deposit in that fund Mr. Stark."
Tony slapped a hand to his chest and gasped. "Rebekah! I'm hurt! Why so formal?"
Steve flicked eyes between the two, feeling a wave of deja vu. "You two know each other?"
Tony clapped a hand to Steve's shoulder. "Right you are Capsicle!" Steve rolled his eyes as Tony walked over to me, gripping me in a tight bearhug. I reluctantly returned the hug. He turned back to Steve, an arm around my shoulders. "This little spunkette here happens to be my niece. See the resemblance? Cute isn't she? " He pinched my cheek teasingly.
"HEY!" I yelled, jamming my foot hard into his toe.
"OW!" He yelped, jumping around on one foot, injured foot in his hands.
"Spunkette huh?" Steve commented, eyes flicking over me.
Thor looked to Tony. "I see no resemblance."
I looked to Thor, "Tony got most of his looks from my grandpa Howard. Dark hair and eyes, and their facial features are very similar. My mother however was blonde and had blue eyes, which she inherited from my grandmother. My father was a blonde as well, with green eyes. My eyes seemed to have mixed and I inherited the blonde head of hair." He nodded, seeming to make sense of my explanation.
"Glad you could make it on time Matthews." Fury noted. I shrugged.
"It was either that, or be tracked down within moments. I picked the more desired option."
"Good. Now, let's debrief." Fury said, motioning for us to sit at the long conference table.
"Okay, not to be too investigative, but why are you here Beks?" I blinked at my uncle, slowly registering the childhood nickname I'd adopted from my Uncle Tony.
"Well," I started, brows furrowed. "Not quite sure." I looked to Fury who merely motioned to the folder in my hands. I opened it, seeing files on each Avenger, a picture paper-clipped to the corners. At the back was a paper, organized like the rest, picture and all. I looked down at the picture, seeing a man with dark, ebony hair, pale skin, and startling green eyes.
"That's Loki, our prisoner as of now. Read his file. Out loud." I gave him a questioning look, but obliged.
"Loki...Laufeyson? Is that how you pronounce it Thor?" The blonde male nodded. I continued, "Age determined to be at twenty-six. Black hair, green eyes, scar on lower, left-side of jaw. Brother of Avenger Thor Odinson. Place of origin: Asgard..."I trailed off. "Says here he led the Chitauri invasion in New York...uh huh..."
Fury gave me a look. "I told you to read."
"And I did."
"Aloud."
"You telling me there's something in here that even you don't know, Fury?" I asked. Nick sighed.
"No."
"Then we're good."
I skimmed my eyes over the photo once more. His eyes were captivating. That shade of green was rare among people these days. Maybe his Asgardian decent had something to do with it.
"His eyes are extremely green." I commented, looking to Thor fleetingly. "Is that normal on Asgard?"
Thor shook his head. "Not very. People have green eyes there yes, but none like Loki's. His eyes are a rare shade, and he's the first since before his birth to be born with them."
"I see." I looked back over the file.
"Yeah well green eyes has some explaining to do regarding the stunt he pulled today." Tony said, locking eyes with Thor.
"The stunt I still have yet to know about.." I spoke. I looked to Fury. "What happened and why am I the one being called in?"
Fury sighed and looked to Thor.
"My brother..." Thor started. I looked to him, folding the file back into the firm folder. "He's looking for something. I'm.." He paused. "We're not quite sure what. It was in China, in a village. We cannot go back for a few months, for they refuse us and the government there would give us trouble if we arrived before the village settled back into normalcy."
I nodded.
"Plus," Steve cut in. "He won't tell us anything. Not even Thor. I mean you would expect him to, them being brothers and all, but from what I understand, Thor, your and Loki's relationship is pretty rocky as is."
"Fury here seems to have a plan, one of which he won't tell us." Tony commented, sending a look Fury's way.
"I have my reasons Stark." Fury sent Tony a look himself.
"Mind telling us what the plan is now that I'm here?" I asked. Fury sighed. "Let's get Loki, and then I'll explain. Sound fair?"
Thor, Steve, and I nodded, while Tony sat there grumbling.
"Shall we?" Fury motioned to the door. Together, we stood and I opened the door and stepped out, the Avengers and Fury lining out behind me.
As we walked down the hall, Steve walked next to me.
"So, you're Tony's niece huh?"
I nodded.
"Never knew he had one." Steve commented.
"Huh. Guess my beloved Uncle doesn't talk about me as much as he claims to." My voice rose at the end of my sentence, catching the attention of my arrogant uncle.
He walked over, right behind me and Steve.
"Sorry, I thought you didn't like to be bragged about."
"I don't. Just thought you would boast about someone related to the amazing Tony Stark!" I sneered. His eyebrows raised and a grin formed on his face.
"Just because you're related to me doesn't mean you're amazing too." He jeered.
I gasped. "Uncle Tony! I'm hurt! Why so mean?" Mimicking his words from earlier. He playfully glared at me and I sent him a shit-eating grin.
"Well...I guess I now see the relation." Steve said to Thor, who merely nodded with a laugh.
The reached a set of double doors. Fury pushed them open and the five stepped inside.
The room was empty, provided the large, circular, glass cell in the middle of the room. There was a control panel by the door. Other than that, the only other thing in the room was its resident. Loki, who currently, was fast asleep.
Tony snorted. "Reindeer games decided to sleep? Go figure."
Fury crossed his arms. "How deep of a sleeper is he Thor?"
Thor shrugged. "It depends."
"On what?"
"How tired he is. Loki has slept for more than three days at a time, provided that we celebrated many days beforehand after a long battle. I'm thinking that he's deep asleep now, considering he hasn't moved since we walked in."
As they talked, I studied his sleeping form. He had a few bruises lining his jaw, his hair was a knotted mess, and his clothing was ripped and torn.
"Well, who should wake him up?" Steve asked.
Thor stood straighter. "I will."
"Hold up." My uncle held his arm in front of Thor. "I don't think so."
"And why not?" Thor questioned.
Tony rolled his eyes. "Because he's not gonna wake up in some happy mood if you're the one waking him up."
"What makes you think that?" Steve asked.
"Classic sibling thing. Happened with me and my sister all the time when we were younger."
Steve sort of flashed him this, 'You're kidding me..' look. "Just because they're siblings doesn't mean he's gonna throw a hissy the second Thor wakes him up."
"Well what makes you think he won't?" Stark asked. Steve just looked at him.
"Well he doesn't completely hate him, right?"
"That has nothing to do with it!" Tony yelled. I looked over. Loki was still asleep. Or at least appeared to be.
"Remind me again why we're fighting." Fury asked, walking over to the three arguing men.
"Clearly I'm not one to wake up my brother because I'll start a riot." Thor grumbled.
Fury turned to Stark. "You think the fact that they're siblings has an effect?"
Stark gaped. "Is no one backing me up on this?"
The men continued to fight. I rolled my eyes, walking over to the control panel. Pressing a few buttons, I manually opened the cell door. The boys paid no mind. I sighed. "Men." Walking over to the cell, I watched Loki's form. His chest moved up and down rhythmically. He seemed at peace, and I wondered what would happen if he was disturbed. It wasn't until the cell door shut loudly and air-locked me in that I realized I was inside the cell. Apparently the boys noticed as well, because they stopped arguing and started watching me.
I walked forward and moved into a squat, right in front of Loki. I stared at him for a moment, watching him for movement. I went to wake him when he murmured, a slight smile perking at the corners of his mouth. I tilted my head, listening.
Softer than a whisper, but I heard him say it.
"...captivated..." His breathing hitched slightly. Curious, I reached my hand out and tapped his cheek.
A fraction of a second later, and he was on me, hand closed around my throat, legs on either side of my waist. My eyes squeezed shut, I felt his grip tighten.
"HEY!" I heard my uncle scream and pound on the wall. "FURY! OPEN IT UP NOW!"
As Fury fiddled with the control panel, I opened my eyes and looked up at my attacker. Our eyes locked, gazes fiery. His eyes widened and his grip loosened extremely. He opened his mouth to say something, but by then Fury had gotten the cell door open and Captain America and Tony had tackled Loki to the ground.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" He screeched underneath their bodies.
"THEN KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY NIECE!" Tony yelled back, pinning one half of him down.
I sighed, slapping a hand to my face. Thor helped me stand and I brushed imaginary dust off of myself.
"Well." Fury breathed. "I see you've meet our little friend, Loki more officially. Loki, this is Agent Matthews."
"Good to know." Loki panted from under Steve and Tony's bodies.
"Get him up." Fury directed. Tony and Steve hauled Loki up, not once releasing their grip on him. "Now that you and Agent Matthews are acquainted," Fury looked at me and cast a wary eye towards Stark. "You will be pleased to know that you'll be living with her for the next few months."
My jaw dropped. What?
The only sound piercing the silence was Tony's loud, "WHAT?"
I stared at Fury, waiting for an explanation.
AN: DONE. Jesus that took forever. But there you go! Took me a bit, but I got it done.
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