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Agent Barton awkwardly linked his arm into Olivia's as they walked up the steps of the elegant white museum that they planned on infiltrating. To play the part they had to pretend they were a married couple and that alone over all made Olivia extremely uncomfortable. Agent Barton had practically walked in on Olivia performing oral sex on their boss. Although he didn't directly say anything, Olivia felt as if she owed Barton some sort of explanation on what he had walked in.

"Thank you for your donation Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman." A man dressed in a black tux, who appeared to be a party greater, took their invitation and pointed them in the direction of the gala. Olivia couldn't help but wonder how Loki had acquired their invitations, they were clearly legitimate and not well made copies.

The two walked inside examining every inch of the room and paid very close attention to how many guards were on duty.

"Tausend dank" Olivia smiled accepting a champagne flute from a server carrying a tray.

The entire event was nothing but high class society. It was a world Olivia never understood but secretly envied. It must be nice to not worry about a thing in the world but what you would wear to a gala. She smiled at every individual she passed through wondering what their life must be like.

Olivia studied a guard passing through the room and noticed he was using his badge to gain access to all of the exits. Quick on her toes Olivia excused herself still in character to Agent Barton, claiming she was going to the ladies room. He nodded clearly aware of her intentions trailing her from a close and safe distance.

"Entschuldigung!" Olivia shouted wrapping her arm seductively against the guard sneakily stealing his badge as she pretended to bump into him. With his eyes drawn to her exposed cleavage area now pressed against him, the man was oblivious to her actions.

The guard blushed as Olivia laughed and excused herself. Barton made eye contact with her at a safe distance as she titled her head indicating it was time for them to leave the main party area.

"Men are so stupid." Oliva giggled handing the securities badge to Barton who shrugged at her comment.

"I suppose only when they are in the presence of a pretty woman." Barton raised the badge to the screen scanning the hall to double check if they were followed. They weren't.

"Aw Barton, you think I'm pretty." She smiled watching him open the door.

"If you two are done flirting I desire that you both keep to your strict mission instructions." Loki's voice bellowed from their comm system. Both Olivia and Barton shared a moment of awkwardness as they realized Loki had heard everything. "Olivia you stay in the reception area, the guest speaker whom we need to keep distracted is about to begin. Barton…take out the guards that are guarding Heinrich's exit."

Olivia couldn't help but wonder if Loki was splitting them up because he was jealous? He never struck her as the jealous type but then again, she knew literally nothing about him.

Barton however seemed to have no hesitation in his head and complied easily by closing the door directly behind him not allowing Olivia to get in. She shrugged pretending to be un-phased by it.

"Oh well…back to the party for me." She mumbled walking down the linoleum hearing the sound of her heels clink against the floor.

Being an agent meant she was a genius at reading the room, and right now her readings where that everybody in the room's eyes were glued to her. It was a strange sensation but it made her feel alive.

Violins began to play causing a few people to turn to the orchestra that was now gathered beside a man who stood in front of a microphone. It was Heinrich Schäfer, the very man they were instructed to distract.

"Willkommen" The man said tapping in his microphone to make sure it functioned properly. A few people stayed quite listening to the man speak but for the most part everyone seemed to be in their own world absorbed in conversation about parties, clothing and the priceless art around them.

Oliva grabbed another flute of champagne after practically downing her last one in one gulp. Although she was not exactly having fun, it was refreshing to not be confined to one room for the first time in who knows how long. And even if she was on a mission she felt free for once.

"Ist er nicht erstaunlich?" A blonde woman with supermodel like features whispered to Olivia as she stood next to her. "Sorry. I see now you are American, I was simply pointing out that he is an amazing man." The woman cleared her throat and spoke in her best English through a heavy German accent.

"No worries." Olivia smiled taking a sip of her fourth glass of champagne. "I speak both but unfortunately German does not sound as beautiful on my tongue as yours." The blonde smiled at the compliment.

"He is my soon to be husband, the man is a genius."

"Hmm you seem awfully young for him." Olivia's eyes darted between the two.

"I know how it seems but things are not the way you are thinking." As the woman spoke of information she really could've cared less for, Olivia's attention drew to the grand white staircase in the center of the room that showcased an enormous renaissance painting. It was beautiful and glamourous.

The voice speaking to her seemed to drone out as Olivia noticed Loki walking down the staircase looking regal as ever. His steps went in tune with the violins as if his very walk was rehearsed. Her mouth almost dropped open in admiration as she watched him reach the bottom of the stairs. In his hand he wielded his staff but something about it was different, instead of its usual robotic looking state it appeared wooden like a walking cane. Even the way he twirled it in his hands made her mouth water. A few other party goes took notice of him and began to whisper wondering who the gentlemen in all black was.

A loud gasp and a few screams startled her as she had to shift back to reality and stop admiring Loki. The source of the screams came from his general direction. Trying to be discreet but curious at the same time, Olivia swiftly moved her way to the front of the reception area only to find the speaker on his back on a large marble table.

"Jemand Helfen!" The blonde Olivia was speaking to earlier shouted with tears in her eyes. A part of Olivia felt sympathetic for her. "Someone please help!" She shouted again in English. The woman's hand clutched Oliva's arm as she was moving closer to where the scene was playing out.

There was no ongoing dialogue between Loki and the guest speaker but the man screamed in fear as Loki removed a blue swirling device from his pocket and pressed it tightly against his eye. Olivia had never seen a stranger torture device, she was confused on what was happening at first until Barton's question triggered her conclusion.

"He is fucking mad." Oliva mumbled to herself and noticed Loki picked his head up to send a chilling smile in her direction. She was constantly forgetting he had some weird super human hearing.

A splatter of blood now stained his shirt under his coat as well as a tiny few drops on his forehead and cheeks. The fact that she was still somehow attracted to him after watching him remove a man's eyeball spoke numbers on how badly she needed therapy. Olivia eyed Loki as she sauntered closer to him.

"Are you not afraid, this is the monster I told you of." His body shifted to face her directly. His overall attitude sounded hostile as if he was waiting for her to try to charge him down.

"No." She said with a smile softly reaching to wrap her arm around his neck dismissing his angry and sinister expression. "In fact, you are kind of turning me on." Her slip of admission made her cheeks blush as she pressed herself closer to him. He laughed close to her mouth causing a vibrating sensation in her body due to his proximity.

With a hand under her chin Loki guided his lips against hers. A happy sensation coerced through her veins as she realized he was kissing her in front of everyone, not like the crowd truly cared since they were busy running and screaming.

"You are living up to be just the woman I thought you would be." His whisper ghosted against her lips making her feel weak at the knees. He looked at her as she always desired to be looked at, with admiration and approval.

"You were in on this?" The blonde woman who held her bloody husbands face shouted amidst her sobs.

"Yeah, listen blondie we were never really good friends so…I'm not sorry." Olivia shot her a faux pout before the woman returned to her soon to be husband and attempted to help him leave the room. A few of the security guards that Loki hadn't bludgeoned to death ran to them to aid them in their escape.

The room began to clear out into the streets. Fire alarms and police sirens rang in the distance. Loki had officially unleashed his chaos out into the world. Whatever his end game was, his name would forever be marred by that singular moment. People would call him a villain and he was oddly calm and collected about his reputation.

"They'll be coming for you now." Olivia breathed out with the sorrow of a child. Her grip on him was tight and she couldn't help but reel herself in closer to him until her chest was against his side as his right hand draped over her shoulder.

"I'm aware and prepared to face whatever challenge presents itself next." He sounded sure of himself.

"Do I even have to tell you to be careful and not die."

"It would be nice to hear you worry for me."

She shot him a pout with her doll like eyes. Her lips hungered for his but she knew he had more pressing matters to concern himself with.

"Find Barton, make sure the Iridium gets back to the base safely. I will handle the rest." Loki said as he swiftly paced forward ready to exit the measure and face whatever waited outside.

As Olivia ran back to where she had last seen Agent Barton she took an access pass from a passed out security to help her easily move in the restricted areas.

Her mind wondered to how in the world Loki would ever escape the police and god knows what other forces they would send. He seemed so sure in himself yet he went out alone and did not look very prepared to put up with a fight. She tried to shake the uneasy feeling of worry but it was overtaking her.

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"He's been WHAT?" Olivia shouted as Agent Barton along with Dr. Selvig appeared at her door to provide her with unraveling information. "But...how?"

"You seem rather worried?" Barton raised a brow as she struggled to even breath properly.

"I mean…" Olivia forced herself to regain composure back to that of a regular agent and not someone who had an unhealthy obsession for their boss. "How will we manage without him is all I am concerned with."

"Were you not aware of Loki's plans Agent Olivia?" Selvig asked with a great general curiosity. It just then registered to her that dialogue between was the first time they had ever even spoke to one another. It appeared he knew who she was by then, so she felt an introduction was rendered moot at that point.

"I am afraid I don't follow." Olivia shrugged.

"Loki knew he would get captured by none other than the Avenger's. In fact if his calculations are correct-which of course they should be-they have him in captivity right now as they burden him with questions." Barton said as a matter of fact. "We are the extraction team."

"We? As in…including me?" Oliva pointed a finger to herself still trying to process the information she had been given. "And hold up, who are the Avengers?" The later portion she said in a mock tone unsure of what organization or group would name themselves something so ridiculous.

"Affirmative." Barton answered silently judging her lack of understanding. "We must leave immediately, I have received his exact location and a quinjet is ready and prepared for us." Olivia noticed he had already changed out of his formal attire and was now in his standard uniform. She felt irritated that he wasn't answering her questions fully, there were so many questions she felt she still needed answers to.

"I would gear up if I were you, you must be prepared for anything." Barton seemed too impatient to wait for her response and instead turned away from her door frame. "Even to fight a thunder god" Barton said that in a lower voice as he walked away down the hall.

Oliva blinked a few times debating if she overheard Barton correctly. A god? She figured he probably just meant one of the many well trained agents S.H.I.E.L.D had in their service.