***I don't own any of the marvel charters in this story, yaddayaddayadda, please don't sue me.***
Well, this chapter is more of a filler chapter and kind of short , the next one should be when the action starts up again. More notes at the bottom of the chapter so I don't spoil it for you. Read and Review!(:
*Edit: I reviewed this and realized I had quite a bit of errors, I guess that's what I get for writing at three in the morning. Anyways, here is the freshly re-edited version.
Chapter 8
"I am not going to be used solely as your 'special top secret weapon' Tony!" Spira and Tony had been through this for the millionth time today, and Stark, who seemed to have no patience for stubborn people, was being surprisingly adamant about his idea for Spira.
"Don't think of it like that, think of it as like," Stark was running out of clever excuses to try and persuade the girl to begin training immediately, "Like a really cool-"
"Save it Stark," Spira interrupted, leaning against the lab table and pinching the bridge of her nose, "I have no problem helping out with this situation involving the council, but I am not going to act as a peace weapon or anything of the sort."
"So you want to fight, is that it?" Stark replied, an irritated tone crossing his voice, "Because we can arrange that, and you know, give them a chance to get their hands on you again. You want to find out what that's going to be like?"
"I appreciate your concern," Spira hissed out with sarcasm, "But yes, I want to take down those bitches if it's the last thing I do."
"Stark perhaps we should let her try," Fury began, coming between the two, "Just like Agent Romanoff said, she holds promise. Get her into training, and contact Banner, I have a feeling he could help her with her…temper."
"Sir I don't-"
"That's an order." Fury said, firmly.
Spira crossed her arms and gave Tony an I-got-my-way look, as she exited the lab room after Fury.
Spira headed for her room, intent on reclaiming her lost sleep from the night before. Her day had been long, filled with numerous discussions and plans as to how to stop the council's sick testing. So far, the group aimed to start with Spira and her goal to control her powers, and hopefully know where to go from there, depending on her progress. She was happy she finally arrived at the chance to gain control of her newly discovered strength, and she looked forward to training. Spira had watched Agent Barton countless times in the H.Q's training halls, and had only dreamed of acquiring half the skills Clint possessed when it came to kicking ass.
During her first few weeks at the headquarters, the only real training she ever received was acting lessons from Natasha, and dirty tricks that would fool even the most intelligent person. Mainly, her time spent at the HQ consisted of reading thesis after thesis and textbook after textbook over a general knowledge of field survival techniques and advanced first aid. It would've been months until the management there would've found a place for her. Even then, she probably would've been recruited to shadowing someone or just a simple student-in-training. She knew Natasha had pushed trying to get Spira into the utmost advanced classes and placements for new agents, but the head leader of that headquarters put off Agent Romanoff's recommendations time and time again. Now, Spira knew why- they were keeping her as a place on the bookshelf until the proper moment, which was when they could get their grubby hands on her and begin testing.
Spira tried not to think about her time at the headquarters too much, and focus on what was to come. She knew she would have to mentally prepare herself for her physical training, as well as the instruction Banner was to offer her.
Fury made his way to the meeting room, and called a meeting between himself, Stark, Romanoff, and Loki. The S.H.I.E.L.D Public Director had some unfinished business to take care of, that couldn't wait, and something told him that Stark and Romanoff felt the same way.
Once all four members were situated inside the room, Fury closed the door and began his lecture.
"Loki Laufeyson, it is to my understanding that you have come to share a closeness with Spira." Fury began, placing his hand on the table and glaring at Loki.
The God simply rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, "I hate to disappoint you, director, but you are not the first to confront me with this issue."
"Oh?" Fury questioned, curious as to what the God of Mischief had to say.
"Yes, indeed, as I was so…graciously escorting Miss. Spira out of the headquarters, Agent Barton nearly put an arrow through my head, and proceeded to threaten me with messages of a very colorful nature. And before that, we had a-shall we say, private moment in my cell as he gave me a very attractive bruise over my eye." Loki got up and paced the room, his cool anger boiling up only slightly to the surface, "I assure you all, I have no intention of harming the girl. In fact, I am quite thankful she happened to bring me along for the ride." He smirked at the four members in the room, sensing their rising discomfort at his unpredictable nature.
"Loki, you killed over five hundred civilians in your attempt to gain control of Midgard, and you are partially responsible for the death of an entire galactic race, which were under the command of you during your invasion," Natasha folded her hands over the table, and leaned forward to emphasize her distrust, "How are we to believe that you are not going to take another life, specifically Spira's?"
"It is true that I am responsible for many deaths, and even more before that," Loki's boots padded along the floor as he paced the room, "But as I have said, I assure you I have no intention of killing her. If I wanted to, I would have done it already."
"Alright Ice Cube," Stark began, rising to his feet and facing Loki, "Six weeks ago, you wanted the obedience of every single being on this planet, and now you have assumed the role of," Stark motioned to Loki, "Whatever you are now. It seems to me that based off of your previous behavior, we all have a reason to be suspicious."
"Are you inferring something, Mr. Stark?" The God asked, knitting his eyebrows in irritation and offense.
"Yes Loki, I'm inferring that this is another one of your plans to take over the Earth, and I will do anything to stop your Quik-Freeze little self from doing that." Stark was now toe to toe with Loki, his finger poking at the God's chest, "And I will make you another promise, you lay one finger on her, I will hunt you down and have you strapped to the end of a rocket so you can return to Asgard as a charred remain of your former self, got that?"
"That's enough Mr. Stark," Fury interrupted. Stark was glaring at Loki, all sarcasm wiped clean from his face. For once, Stark was completely serious, "I think Mr. Laufeyson gets it. We are all concerned with Spira's safety, therefore we will keeping a very close eye on him. "
Loki was by no means intimidated by piddly little death threats, he had received enough of those to last two lifetimes, but to put an end to the aggravated conversation and false accusations Loki nodded, "I understand perfectly, sir."
Romanoff looked between the two men standing beside Loki and couldn't help but smile at their protectiveness. Spira had become like a younger sibling to them, and they all felt the need to make their points clear. Natasha felt no need to threaten Loki, she knew from past experience with the mischievous god that he knew what others felt about him.
Loki excused himself from the meeting and headed out the door, closing it firmly behind him. As he made his way down the hallway, he was yanked from the corridor into a familiar room.
"Spira I believe that is hardly necessary." He said, looking down at the girl who stood in front of him.
"Sh, keep your voice low, I don't want them to know I'm awake. I went out to make some tea because I was having problems falling asleep and heard everything. I wanted to talk to you about it before you went to bed." The girl walked over to sit on the edge of her bed, cross legged, and pulled the covers over her from behind, so she looked like a giant pillow.
"Their words mean nothing to me Spira, you needn't worry." He replied, walking in front of her and taking the chair that was placed beside the bed.
"Oh I'm not worried about you," she joked, giving him a playful smirk, "I just felt that it was unfair of them to gang up on you and judge you so harshly."
"Spira," Loki began, crossing his hands together, contemplating on something. Spira knew that he was going to tell her something that he felt mildly uncomfortable with, so she completely withdrew from his mind, and let him speak, "I have murdered many people and have wronged so many in the process. Granted, I still hold a vast amount of hate for many people too, including my father. Unfortunately, they have reason to not trust me, good reason. I still crave for that power that I held once, I still want it with every fiber of my being, but you must know," Loki walked over to Spira and kneeled before her, taking her hands in his, "I would never do anything to cause harm to you."
"Well coming from you, I can tell that's a big deal." She smiled. Even without being inside his mind, she knew that she was witnessing an almost unknown side to the God. She knew that he would rather die than show his true feelings to someone, but for some reason, she was an exception.
He gave her a small smile, and she sensed a small bit of frustration, "Loki," she said suddenly becoming very serious, "I know you would never do that. As I've said before, we're like one in the same, and you're my friend. I would hope that would not want to cause your own friend harm. I am sorry for the things and people you have wronged, and I understand perfectly that you are dangerous. I have seen the want in your mind for power, but I must admit there is something else in your mind too."
Loki quirked his head, afraid of where this was going.
"You have been lonely for so long, that you have trained yourself to believe acceptance and power is what will make you happy. I know you don't like hearing it, but I want you to see what I see in you, because I have seen it in myself." Spira begged Loki to understand, "Not quite to your extent, but I know how it feels to be cast aside. To be honest Loki, if you chose right now to try and take over Midgard again, I wouldn't be mad and I wouldn't see you any differently as you are now, but I would be disappointed that you didn't try seeking happiness another way."
Loki was silent, unsure of what to say. He had never been confronted with such rawness and understanding, but part of Spira's speech made him quite angry. Partially because she forced him to relive his troubled past, and partially because she forced him to face what has always been in the back of his mind, buried beyond layer upon layer of lies he forged for himself in order to cope.
"Now, enough with all this heart to heart crap, it's starting to make me sick," Spira said, laughing lightly, "Just know that if it means anything, I will never judge you. And I know you say it the other's threats don't bother you, but if for some reason they ever do, remember what I said."
"I will try to follow your orders, Spira." Loki said, rolling his eyes, "And thank you for the nauseating talk." He released her hands, but still kneeled in front of her.
"Anytime." She replied, hugging his neck, "Oh, I almost forgot!" She said, releasing him and putting her hands up, "I wanted to ask you, since I am to begin training, do you think you could show me some of your sneakier moves? Ones that don't involve magic, obviously. I have a feeling that you have a few up your sleeve."
"Of course," he said. And to demonstrate, he pulled the cover from underneath her quicker than lightening, so she flipped backwards and landed face first in her pillow. It was like he slipped the tablecloth off of a table without disturbing any of the utensils.
"Hey!' she laughed, snatching the comforter from him.
He allowed himself to let out a small laugh as he made for the door, stopping before he opened it to wish her a good night.
"Goodnight." She replied, giving him a small but sleepy smile.
Finally, Spira fell into a comfortable sleep, surrounded by the fluffy down of her comforter.
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Well, for those of you who have seen Drop Dead Fred, I can just picture him doing his fake-puking thing while reading this chapter. It was quite a gooey and unusual moment for our two protagonists, but I feel like at least one Loki fanfiction should maybe include Loki's inner battle in a more blunt way. Loki won't be this gooey and stuff throughout the rest of the story; this was just a "one of those moments" moment. And this chapter was also one to build on Loki and Spira's closeness that they share, so hopefully it added to the structure of their friendship. (: Alright, I'm done boring you, on to the next chapter!