Steve rose a brow, watching Lonna take another shot, "Wow, you can handle your liquor well," he chuckled.

Lonna smirked, "Just trying to keep up with you."

"Well, I hope you're up for the task, because you're going to lose. I have the metabolism, four times the regular amount of a normal human being. I can't get drunk," he shrugged.

Lonna frowned, "Guess that goes along with being super, huh? You're not going to take advantage of me, then, are ya?" she teased.

Steve choked on his beer and quickly shook his head, "I would never-"

Lonna giggled, "I was only teasing. Besides, I'm pretty good at holding my liquor, I won't give in that easy.

Steve watched her a bit longer before taking another sip of his beer. "So, being new to SHIELD, how much do you know about Loki?"

Lonna stared at him for a moment before downing another shot,"Well...let's see. Most his life he was led to believe he was a son of Odin and had just as much a chance for the throne as his brother, Thor," she stared, making air quotes around the word brother. "Only to find, after defying everyone who loved him, does he discover the truth about his heritage."

"Which was?" Steve asked.

"That he was the abandoned son of King Laufey, King of Frost Giants."

"Frost Giants?"

"Give me a sec," Lonna said, pulling out her tablet, the very one Tony had given her earlier that day. She scrolled through the information she managed to already get uploaded, "There wasn't an actual picture in SHIELD's data base, but they got a good enough description from Thor, last time he was on Earth. She held the tablet up for Steve to see the artists depiction based on what Thor had told him. "Not that it really matters, from what I understand, Loki wiped them all out."

Steve rose a brow, "Why would he wipe out his own kind?"

"Anger, frustration, spite, who know, the guy is nuts. After Loki found out he was nothing more than a trophy picked up by Odin, to use later as a means to make peace with the Frost Giants. Not only had Odin lied to Loki, but his own father, his true father, abandoned him. As far as I can tell, it must have been some form of a bad omen for a child of Jötunheim be born a runt. Though I don't have all the info on them yet, so I can't be sure."

"What's a Yo-ten-hymn?" Steve asked, having issues with the word.

"Jötunheim," Lonna corrected, "It's the true name of the world of the Frost Giants. Kind of like how they call our world Midgard, and where Loki and Thor are from is called Asgard. It's kind of like how when in America, we call Germany, Germany and in Germany they call it Deutschland. I know that's not the best example, knowing the time you come from, but you get the idea. So, any ways, everyone found out Loki was behind it and Loki and Thor got in a big fight. Loki fell over the side of the Bifröst Bridge, and before you ask, it's a magical rainbow bridge that connects Asgard to many worlds, and supposedly to his Death. Turns out he got picked up somewhere, got a hold of the tesseract and teamed up with the Chitauri, taking out most of Manhattan. "

"All because he was jealous of his brother? Sounds to me like nothing more than a child throwing a temper tantrum," Steve frowned, folding his arms.

Lonna shrugged, grabbing a handful of beer nuts, "More or less," she replied, then popped a few into her mouth. "Just, more like a young god, throwing a temper tantrum. So, why'd you want to know what I knew about Loki?"

Steve sat forward finishing his beer, "Just curious, mostly. Fury referred to your intelligence on the subject, so I was wondering just what you know about him. I only expected to maybe hear what we know about Loki, I didn't expect to hear his history."

Lonna winked, "That is my job, to know whatever I might need to know, when asked. Cause, even you would know, sometimes a computer just doesn't cut it, when you can ask a professional rather than look it up."

"But isn't that kind of knowledge dangerous, if you fall into the wrong hands?" Steve asked.

"You make me sound like a thing, rather than a person," she teased. "Anything involved with SHIELD could be dangerous, but I still have a lot to learn yet. SHIELD just wanted to cram stuff on Loki into my head first. I'm not quite sure why, but it could be because of what happened in New York, despite what Thor may think. It's hard to say."

Steve considered everything Lonna said for a moment, then asked, "What do you think? Should we give Loki a chance?"

Lonna watched him, face un-showing of her thoughts. Some time passed until she finally answered. "I've never had the pleasure of meeting him, unfortunately, so other than what I've been told or read, and without being directly affected by him, I don't know. What I do know is, sometimes people can be quite surprising, whether it's the quiet girl in the back of the class that suddenly becomes a mass murderer or the mad man who murdered several people, realizing the damage he had caused, deciding to turn around and clear his name. It's hard to say, really. The best thing I can tell you is, you'll never know until you hold your breath and dive in. Honestly, with what I've read, it could go either way."

Steve nodded, "Everyone has been effected by Loki, one way or another, I doubt any of them would ever come around to allowing him a test trial."

"What about Dr. Banner? He's the one who suggested it, and he was probably the most effected of the Avengers, right?" Lonna suggested.

Steve pursed his lips, considering it for a moment, "You're right, he did suggest it, but that still doesn't mean the others would go along with it."

Lonna shrugged, "Like I said, it's a matter of taking that leap and seeing what happens." The music in the bar changed, catching Lonna's attention. It was Seether's Broken, featuring Amy Lee. "I love this song," she cooed swaying to the song.

Steve couldn't help but smile watching her sway, but the smile quickly faded once he remembered the promise he had made. He never did learn how to dance.

Lonna slid off her stool, holding out a hand, "Come on," she beamed.

Steve eyed her hand then met his eyes with hers,"I...I," he stuttered, "I can't dance," he admitted sheepishly.

Lonna kept the soft smile on her face, "Can you sway?"

Steve curled in his lip in hesitation, "Well, yeah..."

"Then you can dance," she encouraged.

Reluctantly, Steve took her hand, rising from his stool. Lonna reached her arms out, draping them over his shoulder's. Steve stiffly took her waist as they began moving side to side, Lonna guiding him as they moved, "See, you can too dance."

Steve chuckled, "I guess I can." Steve stopped suddenly, then looked down at Lonna, "Hey, if I can't get drunk, and you hold your alcohol so well, what are we doing in a bar?"

Lonna looked up at him, a sly smile on her lips, "What are you suggesting?"

The light trickled in softly, grazing over soft skin in a warm glow. Eyes fluttered open, glancing around the room. A moment of confusion passed followed by realization. Soft green eyes watched carefully as Steve slept with gentle breath. Green eyes moved from Steve's sleeping form and towards the door across the room. Slipping from the bed, a pile of cloths were removed from the floor as well as a spare sheet and disappeared from the room. Down the hall, green eyes found their reflection as well as a frown.

"I'm sorry," Loki whispered. Pulling the sheet tighter around his waist, he closed his eyes and faded from the apartment.