Author's Note: Well, I've decided to continue the story. I don't know if this chapter is any good, because, as I said, I originally wasn't planning to continue this, so I'm still working out a longer plotline. Anyways, please read, and REVIEW! :) Reviews are love. On with the show! BTW, this is Loki's POV.

I smiled at the super soldier's response. The very pinnacle of good gone bad. The backbone, the leader of the so-called "heroes," turned with a few words from my silver tongue. I bit back a smirk of satisfaction, instead turning back to the window, hiding my growing elation.

"What's their play?" I ask softly, and the Captain walks slowly over to stand beside me.

He laughed. "They don't have one. Basically, they're gonna wing it. Fight whatever comes out, try to kill as few civilians as possible, and don't die is basically the entirety of the plan. If we have a plan of attack, other than simply attacking, we have an advantage in that way, as well as in numbers."

I turn my head slightly, glancing at him.

"What would you suggest, Captain?"

"I would say that the best way to go about this is probably to send only a few Chitauri out at first, so they underestimate us, while Selvig works on expanding the portal. Once it is decently expanded, we send out a swarm of Chitauri and Leviathins, and the sheer number is likely to overwhelm them."

"What about the green beast?"

"Ah," says the Captain, thinking for a moment. "Stark has a Hulk-buster serum in his lab downstairs. If someone can inject the Hulk with it, he will pass out."

"And the others?"

"Barton and Romanoff will be fairly easy to take out, so the only ones we really need to worry about are Thor and Ton- Stark."

"I'll take care of Thor, Captain. You focus on getting Iron Man out of the picture."

My mind is already racing with ways to disable my brother, the 'mighty' oaf.

"Sir?" says Steve, tentatively.

"Yes, Cap?"

"May I suggest that we not kill them?"

I turn to give him an incredulous, suspicious look.

"What is this? You wish for your old teammates to live? Sentiment," I scoff.

"No, sir, I was just thinking that they would be of more use alive than dead. I mean, having two assassins, a genius and billionaire, and giant green rage monster under your control could come in handy, sir, if not in battle, then perhaps as a ransom or an example to the people."

I consider his suggestion. He has a point. Of course, killing them would be satisfactory, but keeping them, making them mine would be far more useful and satisfying in the long run. I could use my scepter on the assassins, and perhaps the beast, although I do wonder if it will work on Stark.

"Barton told me Stark has a metal heart he calls an arc reactor. Is this true?"

"Yes, sir. It's made of an element created by his father. He calls it Starkium. It actually appears similar to the stone in your scepter."

"Hmm." It sounded similar to the Tesseract from the information I got from Barton, and this new information settles things in my mind. If it is a part of the Tesseract, or composed of the same element, then the scepter will not work on the Man of Iron. But, there are other ways to get him to do what I want, so I'm not too worried.

"Captain."

"Sir?"

"Get the serum you were talking about, and hide it on your person."

"Yes, sir. Is the lab unlocked?"

"Yes, I have disabled Stark's AI. Everything is now under my control within this Tower."

"Thank you." Steve turns on a well-polished heel and heads towards the elevator.

As the doors slide shut, I go through the Captain's suggested plan in my head. Looking for any ways it could backfire, how to fix them. After I am satisfied fully, I think back on the Captain's behavior. Something seems off. I may have a silver tongue, but someone with such ethics should have taken more persuading. Could he be tricking me, attempting to trick the trickster?

Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice the time until the whoosh of the elevator jerks me out of my reverie.

I turn to look at the Captain, a slight frown on my face.

"Sir?" the Captain asks, looking worried.

I disappear from sight for a minute, reappearing directly in front of the (ex?) hero. I grip his throat with an iron grip and slam him against the closed elevator doors.

He may have super strength, but I have godly strength.

His hands lock around my wrists, trying to force his head up to avoid strangulation, eyes wide.

"Loki-"

"If I find out that this is some sort of trick or game, Captain, you will most sincerely regret your decision. I will make you beg for death," I hiss in warning.

"I swear, I'm not! Please-" the Captain gasps, face red.

I give him one more squeeze, then release him onto the floor, panting. I bend down slightly, hooking a finger beneath his chin and forcing his head upwards. He looks up at me, fear and pain still evident in those deep blue eyes, now the color of a roiling sea.

"Do not disappoint me, Captain."

"No, sir," he says softly.

My point made, I offer a hand to the man.

He hesitates, then takes it, and I pull him to his feet, releasing his hand the second he is on his feet again.

"You cannot let the Avengers know you are helping me, Captain."

"I know."

"I know the best way to ensure that."

Before the Captain can even speak, I have him by the throat again, lighter this time, and drag him to the window.

"Stick to the plan, and you will be rewarded," I murmur.

With that, I lift the Captain by the throat and throw him through the glass, watching as he falls towards the pavement below.

A follow or favorite gets you Coulson's Captain America trading cards, a review gets you a chance to test drive the Mark VIII. I think the choice is obvious (then again, I'm a HUGE Iron Man fan, so...)