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Rebekah's POV~

I stared at Fury, shock written all over my face. I mean yeah, I've gone on missions where I lived in close proximity with my targets, but I've never LIVED with them.

"Again, I repeat, WHAT?" Tony's voice shook with anger.

Fury's eyes narrowed at Stark. "You heard me Stark. Do I have to repeat myself?"

"Clearly, because I don't think I heard you correctly."

"I'm sure you heard me just fine, you just don't like what you heard." Fury said.

Tony let go of Loki and marched up to Fury, fist raised. "Why I outta..." I stepped between the men, hand cupping my uncle's fist in an attempt to calm him.

"Tony..." I soothed. "Tony stop." He didn't look at me. "Uncle Tony!" At the word 'uncle', he looked to me, eyes burning. "Stop." I said softly.

His hardened gaze melted and he sighed, taking a step back from Fury. The tension in the room was thicker than blood.

"As I said," Fury spoke carefully, avoiding Tony's eyes. He turned to Loki, whose head was tilted in confusion. "You will be living with Agent Matthews here for the next few months. No ifs, ands, or buts about it Loki."

Loki laughed. "I don't think I'll mind." Tony's gazed flickered instantly to Loki.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asked.

Loki grinned, a glint in his eyes. "I don't think I'll mind harboring in the same household seeing as Miss Matthews over there isn't unpleasing to the eye." He sent me a wink and I felt my cheeks flush a dark red. I crossed my arms in an attempt to look annoyed. Tony nearly lunged at the dark haired God, whose face was one of complete mischief.

Steve jumped in front and pushed him back before he could start another fight.

"Loki..." Thor warned, giving him the look all siblings have when one or the other instigates.

"Alright, alright! Calm down Stark. He's just trying to get ya riled up." Steve said, hand on Tony's shoulder.

"Yeah?" Tony snarled. "Well he's doing a damn good job of it. I'm about ready to sucker-punch his ass."

"Cut it out Stark. I don't have the time or patience for you right now." Fury snapped.

"The feeling's mutual, Nick. This is the stupidest idea you've come up with yet." Tony enunciated, making it clear Fury has pissed him off.

"Glad to get feedback, Stark." The two shared another steely stare-off. I sighed, exchanging a look of exhaustion with Steve.

"So Loki will be where exactly?" Thor asked, breaking the silence.

Glad to be back to the discussion of the plan, Fury spoke, turning to Thor, "We reserved a house in another town, up north. Local businesses and all that. High surveillance on the outside house and a few cameras on the inside. Loki here will spend a few months with Agent Matthews, and they'll have new identities for the time being as to not arouse suspicion. Her job is to find out what she can until we can head back to China."

"And you really think that she's the person for the job?" Tony asked.

I glared at my uncle. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're too young." He said, submissively rolling his eyes.

My eyes narrowed. "I'm twenty-four. I'm not that young."

"Young enough..." Tony muttered. "How do we know he won't attack her?"

"Yeah. Don't you have magic or something?" Steve asked, nudging the prisoner.

Loki rolled his eyes. "That matters not."

"Sure it does." Tony said. "Now as I asked...how do we know he won't attack her?"

Nick smiled. "We don't." I swear if looks could kill, my uncle would've just murdered Director Fury. "But," he said. "We do have a way to keep his magic under wraps."

Thor and Loki's eyes widened. "His magic, switched off just like that?" Thor asked.

"You know...I hope this isn't some secret plan..." Loki muttered. "I am right here. Just so you are all aware." Everyone sort of just rolled their eyes and focused back on Fury.

"Oh, I want you to know what you're in for. Your magic.." He stopped, sending Loki a grin. "It's not gone forever, but call it...a temporary disability."

"And how exactly," My eyes gravitated over to Loki's voice, and Loki himself. "Do you plan on subduing my abilities?"

Fury smirked. "Well it's pretty brilliant, and honestly I wish I was the one to come up with the idea. I'm not the one who knows all the sciency mumbo jumbo to exactly explain how it works, but consider it a gift from S.H.I.E.L.D." Fury pulled a small black box from his pocket, handing it to Loki.

"Proposing are we?" Loki quipped, shaking the box close to his ear, as a child would on Christmas.

"Bite me." Fury snarled.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Agent Matthews, put it on him." Fury demanded.

"Ummm...what exactly is it, Director?" I asked.

"You'll see."

Loki tossed me the box. Catching it, I took off the lid, revealing a rope bracelet. Black, laced with small green beads.

"A bracelet?" I asked, looking at Fury.

"I'm not the jewelry type." Loki joked.

Fury's eyes narrowed. "Well you better become the type."

I took the bracelet out, untying the knot. "Hold out your arm."

Loki grinned. "With pleasure." He cast his smile towards me. I felt my cheeks burn. I pulled the bracelet's ends apart and draped the rope over his pale wrist. I felt goosebumps trail up my arm as I touched his skin. It was a weird feeling, and I was glad I was wearing long sleeves so he couldn't see.

"Doctor Selvic came up with this brilliant idea. He was testing around with your blood cells and found a compound that can subdue the magic abilities you possess. I don't really know the whole breakdown of the science he spewed, but let's put it at this: That bracelet has tiny vials of the serum he created. There are small needles inside the rope and every day it will inject you, delivering the serum to your bloodstream."

"I'm not going to ask how you collected my blood..." Loki muttered.

The second I tied the knot of the bracelet, there was a soft pinching noise and Loki let out a mutter of pain, bringing his wrist up to his face. Tiny beads of blood dotted the rounds of his wrist.

"Seems a little inhumane, don't you think?" I asked, turning on Fury.

"He's a little inhumane, as you'll soon learn." Fury said, eyes narrowed.

Mine did as well and we shared steely glares of annoyance. Fury knew that I sometimes sympathized with villains when it came to our brutal forces of dictation. There were a few occasions where I agreed with methods, but honestly, it depended on who we were dealing with for me to form an opinion.

"So basically," Tony spoke, breaking the stare-off. "Antlers over there can't use any sort of magic within the next few months?"

"None." Fury answered.

"And how do we know it'll work?" Steve asked, finally speaking up.

"We don't." Fury sighed.

"Oh great. Another 'don't'." Tony muttered.

"Loki will not try anything. Like us, I assume he's waiting for peace to come to that village before he returns for whatever he's after." Thor speculated.

"And how are you exactly aware of this, brother?" Loki asked, taking a step towards the taller man.

"Care to prove me wrong?" Thor suggested.

Silence. Loki's face twisted into a scowl.

"As I thought." Thor said, turning and walking out of the cell.

"Captain, Stark, I'd ask if you two would follow Thor and wait for me and Agent Matthews to return to the conference room. I need to discuss the arrangements that will be put into place this upcoming week." Fury ordered.

"I think I'll stay. This is my niece we're talking about."

"Tony!" I groaned, shoving him forward. "I'll be fine! Just go before I sick Jarvis on you."

"Like he'd do it."

"We all know he likes me better." I said with a smirk.

Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Behave would you?" He said as he turned, walking out of the cell.

"When have I not?" I called to his back. A loud laugh sounded from him before he vanished from the room entirely, the door sealing behind him.

Loki's POV

As the last Avenger stepped out of the room, I allowed my eyes to flick over his young, blonde niece. She was good looking to say the least, with long blonde hair flowing down to just under her shoulders, with a bright, creamy complexion and blue-green eyes like the ocean. She was tall. About five'seven, so shorter than I. I towered at an even six feet, still taller than most. She was skinny with muscled arms and legs, and from here I could tell she had a firm stomach. Average bust, average foot size; she looked good for a human.

My mind flicked to Rebekah, and her eyes. What about them had made me release my grip? They were just eyes. Yes, eyes that had an extremely unique color, but they were eyes nonetheless. Not to mention, she was nothing special, was she? She was only human after all...

Most humans seemed plain to me, but the Avengers, Fury, this Rebekah girl, they were different. I wondered if others on Earth were like them. Not that it mattered. To be honest, I despised Earth and the way people treated the place. It started out beautiful, obviously, but these petty humans have turned it into a stone playground full of toxins and poison, killing the planet slowly. They'd kill their planet before I'd get the chance to take over.

I blinked, my thoughts thought of Asgard, of my mother's smiling, kind face, the place I used to claim as my calming spot, my room, the Bifrost, the bridge, the happy memories. Hot white anger suddenly flashed behind my lids as I thought of my father.

NO. Not my father. A liar. I thought. He's nothing but a coward.

My anger swept over me, and I felt my face get warm. I took a breath and exhaled the anger out momentarily, before sucking it back in, poking it back into it's broken cage. I blinked, looking back to Fury.

"Anyways," he said, reaching into the inside of his long coat, pulling a folder out from a hidden pocket. "Here is what will happen. Agent Matthews, you and our friend here will be out in a town known as Bellingham. In the northwest, Washington state. We have a house out there for you."

"Anything special we should know?" She asked, taking the folder.

"Yes." Fury laughed quietly. "Stark will kill me for this later." I heard him mutter. "You two, like I said, must not arouse suspicion. Your new identities mark you as newly weds, just moving into a new town. You will be noticed, trust me. You must act, talk, and cooperate like a couple. It's a bit of an...awkward situation, but you'll muddle through. Every week, a different Avenger will check on you. I have no doubt Tony will be the first."

My eyebrows raised, I tilted my head to the side and gave a slight glance to Rebekah. Faint pink dusted her cheeks, arms folded across her chest.

"I can work with that." She answered, clearing her throat.

"Good." Fury smiled, pleased. "Regarding the rings, you'll receive those the day of departure. We'll have to take precautions, so we have to fill the house will things that would seem to connect the two of you. Pictures will be taken, mock wedding pictures of course. The house will be furnished accordingly as well, and bedrooms will be separate." The last sentence was directed towards me.

I sent him a smirk. "When do we start?"

Fury glared. "Pictures are tomorrow. Two days after is when we depart, so I'd get prepared if I were you."

"And how do I prepare with no items?" I asked.

Fury rolled his eyes. "Obviously we'll prepare for you."

Rebekah took a breath. "Is that all?"

"As of now, yes." Fury answered. "Read over the folder. It entails the location, more on our 'friend' here, among other things. You're dismissed." With a nod to Fury and a slight smile to me, Rebekah turned and left the cell, her boots clacking rhythmically.

"You won't lay a hand on her." I turned my head away from the door she'd just walked out of and to Nick Fury, whose eyes blazed.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Not a finger. One hair out of place on that girl and we'll know. And let me tell you, Stark won't be the only one kicking your ass." he threatened.

I laughed. "You actually think I'm foolish enough to think of that girl worthy of my time?"

"What I think, is that you find her attractive and that you would jump at the chance of a night with her."

Anger coursed through me. I was annoyed by this ridiculous accusation. Yes, I found the Rebekah girl attractive, but I was not some sloppy bag of dirt who slept with every girl I saw.

"I'll keep that in mind Fury."

"Good." He walked to the exit. "An agent will bring you clothes for the photography tomorrow morning. Be ready."

"What, don't have the decency to allow me a shower?" I snarked, feeling the layer of grime on my skin.

Fury sent me the millionth glare that day. He reached to his side, grabbing a walkie-talkie from his belt. "This is Director Fury. Send someone in to escort the prisoner to a shower, and then directly back to his cell."

A voice answered, "Yes Director."

"Happy?"

"Ecstatic."

With that Fury left the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

It was at least another hour until an agent was sent to bring me to a shower. He tossed a towel at me.

"Let's go." I followed, muttering a curse under my breath.

We walked down a course of hallways, reaching a bathroom marked, "Men's"

"You got fifteen minutes, ya hear me?" The agent snapped.

"Crystal clear." I growled, walking into the empty bathroom, back towards the showers. I stepped into one, hanging up my towel and stripping down, turning the handle on, getting scalded with hot water instantaneously.

"For the sake of Asgard!" I snarled, following the sentence with a stream of curses. Finally adapting to the water after a minute or two, I immersed myself. Water streamed down my back, relieving the slightest bit of tension from me. I sighed deeply, enjoying the steam.

"Newly weds." I laughed quietly to myself. "Only fools would believe us as those. I highly doubt anyone will believe us." I spent the rest of the time de-stressing myself in the hot water, hoping I could feel this way forever.

By the time I finished, I heard the footsteps of the agent, who'd had come stomping in, two other agents on his tail. I wrapped the towel around my waist quickly, just as they threw open the shower curtain.

"It's been twenty minutes." The agent who had led me in snapped.

"Yes, I'm aware."

"I gave you fifteen minutes, and you just went over that time limit."

"By a mere five minutes." I pointed out.

He glowered at me. "Get out. Now."

"I don't have any new clothing." I pointed out.

"Do I have to drag you out myself?"

I looked at him and the two behind him. I thought deeply, the image of me pushing them back with my mind present. I felt a blip of energy and opened my eyes, ready to release it...when the energy dissipated. My eyes widened, and the guard gave me a weird look. I looked down at my wrist.

The bracelet.

So it worked.

Congratulations Dr. Selvic. Your serum worked.

The one thing that made me whole, made me a villain, made me me,was gone. Within the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"No." I spoke, defeated. "No you don't." One of the guards grabbed my dirty clothes, the other two ushering me out of the bathroom stall and into the hallway. The few people that passed us gave me the most impolite of looks, making me feel completely vulnerable. I felt a chill over my skin, and I shivered slightly as they led me back to my cell.

"What, you cold Asgardian?" The head guard asked.

I gritted my teeth. "Of course I'm cold, you idiot."

He shoved me into the wall. "Sucks."

Anger coursed through me. I guess I deserved their cruelty, but I was certainly not in the mood for it.

"Do I not receive a new set of clothing?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." One man muttered.

"Am I supposed to remain naked until then?" I asked, shocked.

"Guess so." the guard muttered. His friends laughed. I let out a growl, stopping where I was momentarily so that the guard behind would bump into me. Unfortunately, I managed to step on his foot, and he yelled out, pushing me forward.

"Watch where you're going, freak!" I managed to trip, knocking another guard down.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He shouted. Before I could look up, I felt an immense pain to my cheek. He had punched me. Within moments, they all started beating on me, fists rolling into my body, feet slamming into my sides.

I let them, seeing no point to fighting back against them. I felt my lip split slightly and a jab to my nose. Just as the dizziness started to set in, I heard,

"Hey! Cut it out!"

"Oh great, it's you." the head guard muttered.

"Yeah, it's me. What the hell do you think you're doing?" I sat up, trying to get a view of the face giving off the voice. Blood rolled down my cheek from my nose. Rebekah. Her eyes skimmed me over, eyes burning, before returning her gaze to the ignorant moron who'd started the quarrel.

I felt a boot step onto my chest, pushing me down and back onto the floor. I let out a grunt.

"Teaching the brute a lesson."

"And you're not the brute, beating him up like that?" She retorted.

"Look, it doesn't really matter. We're just taking him back to his cell." The guard responded.

"Allow me," She walked over, pushing a few aside, bending over me. "Hold onto your towel, I'm helping you stand." She reached a hand out to me. I thankfully took it, and he pulled hard, hauling me up and onto my feet. I tightened the towel around my waist, wiping some of the blood off my face with a hand.

"You can't just take him from us!" one of the men whined.

"I'll be sure Director Fury hears about it if you don't return him." The head guard snarled, eyes narrowed at her. She smirked.

"I'm sure Fury would love to hear that one of his favorite agents saved a prisoner full of valuable information from possible head trauma or concussion. He'd love it even more when he found out it was because of the three of you!" Her voice was full of confidence, and I saw the head guard twitch in irritation.

"I'm going to assume we've come to an understanding?" She asked. No reply. "Good. C'mon Loki. Let's get you some clothing." She pushed me in front of her, past the guards, and down a separate hallway. Standing by my side, we walked, and she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Me? I'm quite fine." I fibbed, avoiding her eyes.

She stopped me outside a door labeled: STORAGE

"No you aren't. You've got a split lip, bloody nose, and a bounty of bruises that will appear in no time. You're not fine." She said, opening the door and ushering me inside, shutting the door quietly and quickly. I watched as she walked over to a shelf stocked with folds of fabric. "What size are you?"

"Size?" I questioned. She looked me over. "Medium." I heard her mutter. Moments later, she walked over with black colored fabric in her hands.

"Put this on, I'm gonna go find a first aid kit, okay?" I merely nodded as she turned away walking swiftly to the back. I dropped the towel, throwing on the undergarment, then soon the sweatpants, tank top, and long sleeved hoodie. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, catching sight of myself in the mirror.

Good Gods. I thought. I look like as though I've been dragged through Hell.

My lip was indeed split open and gushing as well was my nose, the blood trickling down my face. A small cut on my head, just near the temple. The blood contrasted against my overly pale skin. Bags under my eyes just added to the effect, giving off the impression that I hadn't slept well in months, which was the truth. I hadn't slept well. Nightmares plagued me every night, sucking me down further into the blackness of what I already was stuck in.

Rebekah soon returned with the kit, setting it on a nearby counter and flipping it open. I watched as she wet a washcloth in a small basin of water, taking the washcloth to my face. I winced.

"Sorry." I heard her mutter.

Her work was silent. I watched as she dabbed the cloth to my face, blood staining the white material. After she cleaned, I watched as she ripped open a small packet, dabbing cloudy cream onto her fingers and hence onto my face. It stung, and I let out a slight gasp of pain. She paused for a moment, letting me recover before continuing.

Look at you. My conscience snarled. Battles full of blood don't even faze you, and here you are wincing at a simple medicating cream.

Ignoring the voice in my head, I let her continue her work and let her tape the small bandage to my head. She cleaned up the mess and stuffed the kit into a nearby drawer.

"There. I would just use lip balm on your lip to help with that cut." She recommended, wiping her hands on her pants.

"Are you a doctor?" I asked.

She laughed. "Hardly, I just have experience."

"I see."

Silence. She stared awkwardly at the ground, avoiding my eyes.

"Why did you help me?" I asked, cutting through the quiet.

She looked up, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not the good guy. I most likely deserved the hate and pain they caused me." I pointed out.

She shrugged, running a hand through her hair. "No one deserves to be purposefully hurt. I mean...we're all just people. Human I guess. Even when it's the most dangerous and evil person in the world, regardless of how many people he's killed or hurt, does it make us the better person, to do what he did, to do those things to him?" Her words hung in the air. Right then, she had let a wall down, letting me in momentarily.

"I believe I can see what you mean."

"I mean yes, they deserve some form of punishment," She added. "But...to hurt that person back...I don't know. Sometimes it's needed, sometimes not." I stared at her, drinking in everything she said. Seeming to be done, she walked to the door, opened it and said, "After you."

I walked forward, stopping to look at her and say, "I understand your theory." Before walking out the doorway, hearing her follow behind me.

We walked a while before reaching my cell room. She walked me in, watching as I stepped into the glass space.

"They feed you yet?" She asked. I scoffed. "As if they would." I watched the door shut.

"Wait here." She said, then made a face. "Oh wait..." I laughed at her, watching her shake her face and leave the room. I waited, like she requested. When she returned, she held a tray. I could see the steam wafting up from its contents.

"I figured you were good enough to deserve a meal. Mashed potatoes, chicken, fruit, and some water. Good enough?"

I stood and walked over as she slid the tray through a small compartment.

I looked to her. "Thank you." She nodded.

I near attacked the tray I was that hungry. I shoveled food into my mouth, piece by piece, not caring if I burned the roof of my mouth. She watched me eat, taking the tray when I was done.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow." She turned, getting ready to leave when I called out, "What, I wasn't good enough for bed essentials?" She swiveled around, walls back up.

"Cute." Then, she was gone. I sighed, slumping against the wall. My eyes blinked slowly, and I felt my self dozing off. I laughed for a second, thinking of how kind she had been to me. Maybe not all of these people at S.H.I.E.L.D were so bad.

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