"Hmm hmmm" said Tony Stark as he approached the cell, "She is hot indeed".
The cell was small, square shaped with two walls made of stone and the other two walls made of resistant glass. Caprice was lying near the window in a bed carved into the stone made wall, in the opposite direction of the door. She was looking to the sealing, with narrowed eyes and an expression that showed she was thinking.
As soon as she got in the cell, she localized the surveillance cam. Only one surveillance cam, localized in the left corner of the opposite wall in relation to the door, she thought. It was easy to find the blind spot in the cell. The blind spot is right beneath the camera. They really doubt my abilities. Hum, this shall be interesting.
"Can we keep this one? I think I might find a use for her" continued Tony, now standing just outside the door.
"Shut up Tony. We are here to interrogate, no to appreciate" blew Natasha, tired of hearing Tony babbling about Caprice's nice curves and full lips.
"Is this jealousy? Is Natasha Romanoff jealous?"
They were talking loud enough for Caprice to hear. Suddenly, she felt a huge urge to laugh. However, she didn't even flinch. They didn't need to know she had heard them. Tony Stark is so predictable. It will be easy to manipulate him, she thought.
"God Tony. Just shut up please".
She heard the door opening and took a deep breath. Finally.
"Good night Miss Fiore" said Stark winking at her, trying to be charming. This is pathetic, she thought. Nevertheless, she looked up.
"Good night to you too Mr. Stark. How do you do?" she said, her voice as sweet as honey.
"Very good. Now tell me, are you going to cooperate?"
"Most certainly. What do you want to hear?" she said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Quit the crap you two. What was there for you? Why did you really kill that drug lord?" asked Natasha, her voice rough and hard. She was not pleased with all of these games.
Stark understood the hint and backed down, going for the stone wall that wasn't occupied and leaning against it in a position that allowed him to see both spies. Despite all, he knew that there was something going on between those two, and it wasn't good.
"I killed the drug lord because I was paid to do so. I got a nice paycheck actually" said Caprice with an open smile in her lips.
She killed someone and that doesn't even bother her. This is why she is better than me. She doesn't feel anything at all anymore. This is why she is so dangerous. What has happened to her that made her disconnect from the ability to feel? , wondered Natasha.
"Who paid you?" she asked.
"A rival drug lord"
"Why did he want to wipe out Juárez?" she seemed to be telling the truth, so she thought she should take the opportunity and dig a little more.
"It was just another of those rival gang things. One steps in the other's territory. One gets angry, hires a mercenary and she kills the intruder. I thought you knew the protocol. I remember one mission… "started Caprice, eyes distant and wide smile like she was going through a found memory in her mind.
"HUSH"interrupted Natasha. No one needed to hear that and she knew that besides Tony, there were a lot of S.H.I.E.L.D agents watching the "conversation" in the surveillance cam. She is trying to manipulate this. She feels a need to control everything. I can use this as an advantage.
"Who's the drug lord who paid you?"
"Natasha, please. You know the rules. I mustn't tell" mocked Caprice.
"Oh, but you will. C'mon Tony, it's time to go" called Natasha, already leaving the cell.
In the exact moment Tony stood up, he felt himself being pulled by some tight grip on his arm. He instantly closed his eyes until the pulling stopped. Natasha was already gone. She must have thought he was right behind her and didn't even notice is absence. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into big, deep green ones. Those eyes had something on them. There was something there, he just couldn't tell what. It appeared to be a mix of lust and guilt, but he ought to be imagining. The person those eyes belonged to wasn't capable of feeling. Their bodies were close together, her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs between his and her hips locked with his. And yet she leaned forwarder, making the bridges of their noses touch. Their lips were just a few inches apart; he could even feel her breathing in the tips of his lips.
"Will you come to me tonight?" she whispered into his lips. The fragrance coming from her neck and hair was unknown, yet welcome in his nose. He was going to say no, he knew he had to say "NO!" but the word that came out of his mouth was a weak "Yes". Tony knew he shouldn't give in, but he couldn't help it. And by now he stopped caring.
She now released him, slowly dragging her hands across his chest and abs; letting him go with the promise of coming later that night.
As soon as Tony left (without looking back), Caprice smiled and lied down again in the stone carved bed. This couldn't be better, she thought, Tonight, we shall be free.
He did come, although sooner than expected. Caprice was still lying in her bed, half asleep half awake, so she heard the soft call coming from the door. She had taken of her catsuit; therefore she was merely in her delicate green laced lingerie. She softly slide to the corner, underneath the surveillance cam and signed to Tony with her hand, telling him to move close to the walls, spelling the word "Come!" with her lips. So he did.
Once he got near her, he stared at her. She was magnificent underneath the moon light. Her body perfectly shaped, her sweet curves moving with the soft light, her long blue hair like water flowing through her back… Tony couldn't stop staring. He was fixated. And that's all it took. Caprice was quick. She knocked him down with a kick hard enough to put him to sleep for an hour or so. Slowly, she put him in the ground in a position that would give him the most comfort possible. He would wake up to a monumental headache and a gigantic bruise on his left side of the head though.
Caprice actually felt sorry for him, but she couldn't waist any more time. She took the keys from Tony, and ran from that prison cell. Finally she was free. But still on her underwear.
She ran, keeping herself in the dark shadows of the long corridor. She didn't know anything about the Helicarrier, so she kept running, hoping she'd find the cell that was holding him.
In another prison cell, after an exhausting interrogation afternoon (well exhausting for Clint and Steve, he had the time of his life), Loki was lying on the floor, chest up, staring at the ceiling.
It had only been two midgardian months since he last was trapped in the cage, but for him had been 178 years of pure punishment. And he was finally free, although casted out and exiled in Midgard. At least, his powers hadn't been taken from him. Yet.
He was sorted to his mind, wondering how long would it take for his father to take his magical abilities away, when he heard the door opening. He slowly lifted his head from the ground, turning it to face the doorstep. For his surprise, there was a woman standing in the doorway. She stood still and firm, showing no signs of fear.
"Well, hello. You must be one of the new agents assigned to "look out for me" " he said, a smirk on his face.
She laugh, a crystal clear cold laugh that drove a shiver through Loki's spine. She is must certainly not an agent.
"Oh no, not at all", she was smiling, but once again, it was a cold smile, "I'm here to bust you out".