"I mean, I'm not going to try to escape. It's obviously dangerous... I just want some alone time." Calico reasoned with the large men on either side of her: a blonde and a brunette (in other words, her babysitters). They each looked down at her with the same sympathetic face.

"I'm sorry, but Mister Stark told us not to let you out of our sight." Blondie said, shrugging.

"Can I go to my own room alone?" Calico screeched, feeling her face flush in anger. Blondie laughed at her.

"Ha! No."

Calico looked hopefully at the brunette, because he seemed to be more sweet toward her, but was let down when he shook his head.

"Sorry..."

Calico groaned and poked out her bottom lip, giving each man an evil stare. She then felt a sudden jolt of genius.

"The bathroom!" she blurted, clapping her hands. The men eyed her strangely. Blondie raised an eyebrow.

"Do you need to take a shit, ma'am?"

"No, I need to go put on my face."

"You aren't wearing makeup." Brunette said, smiling.

"How do you know?" Calico crossed her arms and pouted. Brunette palmed her face and pulled away in one swift motion, revealing a completely clean hand. Calico shook her head.

"Well maybe I'd like to start wearing it!" she said, wiping her face with a deepening blush. Blondie laughed and playfully nudged his companion.

"Oh, come on Burt. The bathroom is right there. We can see it from here. Just let her go."

"Yeah, Burt!"

"Oh, fine..."

Calico smiled widely and darted across the hallway to the bathroom before the man could change his mind. She shut the door and stared at it blankly for a couple of seconds, glad she was free (Even if it was temporary, and in a small airship bathroom). She sighed and spun around on her heel.

Instead of seeing her soft freckled face in the mirror, she was faced with the large, green eyes and sly smirk of Loki; the man everyone was after.

She inhaled sharply and screeched, only to have her mouth covered by his shockingly strong hand. She felt the back of her head being scratched roughly by the door.

"If I remove my hand, you have to promise not to scream. Do you understand?" Loki asked. Calico weakly raised her hand and gave him a thumbs up. He took a small step back, allowing Calico to regain her composure.

"Why are you here?" she asked. Loki's mouth twitched up into a smile.

"Oh, I'm using you as bait. I want to take down your little friends one by one, and you seemed to be the perfect lure." he said smoothly. Calico furrowed her brows.

"How did you know I was in the bathroom?"

"None of your concern. Now if you'll give me your hand..." Loki politely responded. Calico looked around the small bathroom, hoping to avoid having to go with the god.

"What if I don't?" she asked smartly, avoiding eye contact by looking shyly at the ground. Loki grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"Do you really want to know?"

"No..." Calico huffed, a defeated expression washing over her features. Loki chuckled lowly.

"Alright. Give me your hand."

"You won't win."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because I said so!"

"Hey there, little Asgardian - Oh shit, Calico?" When Tony flew into the building and removed the Iron Man suit, he was met with the not-so pleasant sight of Calico being held by the back of her shirt, and Loki snickering at her weak flailing and mewling.

"Tony, help! He's manhandling me!"

"Oh, ignore her. She's not important."

"Hear that Tony? Ignore me." Calico poorly mimicked Loki's sentence. He rolled his emerald-green eyes and directed his attention to Tony.

"Well uh... Care for a drink? I'm gonna have a drink." Tony said, clearing his throat and walking around to the bar. Loki released his grip on Calico's shirt, causing her to tumble forward. She looked up at Tony. He didn't move a muscle.

"You alcoholic son of a bitch!" she spat at her boyfriend.

"Calm down, babe." Tony smiled and winked at her. She sniffed and turned her head toward the window, peeking at the pair from the corner of her eye.

"I'll calm down when I'm good and ready..."

"Keep in mind that it was probably your fault you got kidnapped." Tony said quickly, gaining a glare on her part.

"You..."

"You sure about that drink, Loki? Me and my buddies pummeling your ass and destroying your pride could be numbed with a bit of rum. Trust me. But of course, it's not to soon to back out." Tony cockily said, raising his eyebrows and giving a charming smile.

"You and your lot should just quit. You'll never win." Loki said, taking a few steps toward Tony (who, at the moment, was holding a glass of what looked like whiskey). Tony chuckled.

"Well, isn't that cute? What the hell would give you that idea?"

"Well, I have an army."

"And we have a hulk. I think we're at the advantage here." Tony said, laughing slightly. Loki glanced at Calico, then smiled broadly. Calico's mouth went dry.

"Well, enjoy that thought while your falling."

"Falling?" Tony's smile fell as he tilted his head to the side, his large chocolate eyes staring curiously at the god. Loki grabbed Tony's wrist and tossed him out the window, shattering the surrounding windows as well. Calico screamed shrilly. Loki rolled his eyes.

"Oh, he's all right."

"Eh?"

"Didn't you see the metal ring around his wrist? His suit saved him. He's fine. Aren't I just the most wonderful little sociopath?" Loki asked, sighing contentedly. Calico took a few cautious steps back, her mouth hanging open in shock.

"Your mental. Why have I not been rescued yet?"

"Oh, they're all probably dead."

"Where the hell has Clint gone? Can they not smell my distress?" Calico whined, looking up into the ceiling with her eyes shut.

"Well, there's always the window. Would you like to follow your lover down there? Or you can be a quiet little hostage and stand right here where I can see you."

"... I refuse to remain silent, but I'm not sure I'm ready to be all over the sidewalk."

"That's what I thought."

"You won't get away with this!"

"I'm doing a pretty good job so far, don't you agree?"