After our interesting night together, Steve and I had rarely spoken, but it had become a regular thing. I'd just be walking alone and he'd pull me into a room somewhere. I still hadn't seen the dark haired guy I'd danced with, I felt myself a little drawn to him, even though we only met for five minutes that night. I was walking, absent minded down the street when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I turned but there was no one there. "Hey." I heard on my right, but there was only a dark alley way. I decided to investigate.

"Gee, if I was an ordinary girl in a horror movie, this is where I'd get murdered." I muttered to myself, pulling my gun from it's holster and pointing it to the ground. I crept slowly down the alley until I came to a small opening where the surrounding companies kept their dumpsters. Then he appeared in front of me, from nowhere, my gun shot up, pointing at his head.

"Whoa, whoa." He smiled, raising his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"It's you. The guy from the bar." I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I've been looking for you." He gave me a crooked smile and started towards me. I thrust my gun up.

"Stay where you are. Why are you looking for me?" I demanded.

"Because you're different and I want to know why." He grinned again. Amusement in his voice.

"What's your name?" I demanded of him.

"Loki Odinson, of Asgard." He bowed forwards a little and then shot towards me, grabbing my gun before I could react. He spun me so my back was against his chest and grabbed my throat with his hand, pressing the gun into my back with the other. "Now, little girl, you're going to tell me everything about yourself. Then you're going to explain this magic you use." His voice was low and menacing. Like a growl. I knew I couldn't ignore him, he would shoot me, his voice gave that away.

"Okay. My name is Nora Hale, I'm 27 years old. I have the power of telekinesis and mind reading, of one I can control. I work as a field agent for SHIELD and my partner is Steve Rodgers or as most know him, Captain America. He is my best friend and we have recently entered into a physical relationship," His grip on my throat tightened at that "I was recently shot in the stomach on a Field mission in Calcutta while looking for Dr Bruce Banner. I've been on sick leave from work for three months."

He forced me around and brought my face to his, the whole time keeping a grip on my throat. "And the magic?" he snarled.

"Magic doesn't exist." I strained.

"Liar." His grip tightened even more.

"Magic doesn't exist on Earth. That we know of any way. SHIELD monitors those with special abilities. As of yet, no one has been found with the ability to do magic." My voice was weak and hoarse.

He growled and threw me too the ground, I felt a fist collide with my face. All of a sudden I saw white spots and tasted blood. He'd punched me. Now it was my turn to growl. I stood then, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. I launched at him, my fist heading for his stomach. As I was about to make contact, his body disintegrated in a green haze. I turned in all directions trying to find him. I heard an eerie laugh and then breath on my ear, "I'll see you again, Nora Hale." and I heard him walk away.

I stood there for a few minutes trying to get my head together. I had no idea what had happened or where the hell he had come from. He'd tried to strangle me, threatened me with my own gun and punched me in the face, yet I still wanted to know more about him. I had to suppress the urge to go after him, to ask him questions. To ask why I was so special.

I got home soon after, Steve had come over and now he was asleep and naked in my bed while I sat at my desk in shorts and a bra, writing out a report from Calcutta. "He's very human." Came that voice.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, never looking up from my work.

"I have my ways." I heard him step further into the room. "Why him?"

"Because he knows me. He's my best friend." I replied, still working.

"Do you love him?" There was strange catch in his voice.

"Yes." I replied, this time turning to him.

A smile spread across his pointed face "Ah, but you aren't in love with him. He's just an easy lay, someone who's already here." He was trying to goad me.

I snorted "That's right." and I turned back to my work. Then I felt him right behind me, his shoulder inches from mine, his face next to my head, his breath in my ear. My body reacted to him, like it was finding a missing limb. My spine stiffened and my body arched around him, wanting to move away but go closer to him. My breathing went heavier and my heart raced, everything about him made my body electric when he was near me. His hand rested on the back of my neck and something soft lightly brushed my jaw. He was so close to me that I could smell him, he smelled like leather, sweat and iron. Is that blood? Then I felt my chair spin violently, he caught it and I jerked to the side a little. His hand grabbed my face and he smashed his lips onto mine, I closed my eyes but he was gone. I sighed and opened my eyes again. I tingled. Every part of my body felt alive. I sighed and looked over at Steve, he hadn't moved. I smiled fondly and turned back to my report. Lay there was a gold lined, embossed piece of paper. I unfolded it and was greeted with neatest writing I'd ever seen. It simply said:

"Mine."

I raised an eyebrow, why was I not surprised by the theatrics of this man. I threw the paper to the side and continued with my work, listening to Steve breath lightly.