Hi Guys! Sorry About the wait! I was away for a week,

so there are some comments that I'll address, one is that Clint is acting too harsh toward Loki. I decided to make Clint mad at Loki because of how

Loki had mind controlled Clint. The second is that Loki's eyes are supposed to be red in his true form. So sorry! I did not remember but I will be using red from

now on.

Enjoy!

Steve started with the small things first. He put a small duffle onto his bed and began to fill it with clothes, then he moved on to necessities, like his toothbrush and shampoo.

As his duffle slowly filled his mind had wandered to the earlier events. Why had Clint acted so furiously? And why would Fury want him to do this?

After putting in his sketchpad and writing utensils, he made his way to the elevator. Before pressing the basement button, Steve changed thoughts, and pressed level 14.

He was going to enter the nest.

He knocked twice before Natasha emerged from a dimly lit room. In one hand was a wet towel and in the other, some antiseptics. He cleared his throat. "Can I see Clint for a sec?"

She looked at him, her eyes sending off a warning, as if saying he should go back before more hell broke loose, but Clint's voice was soon heard from the dark room.

"Sure, come on in Cap" He said, his voice a slight bite at the end.

Steve walked in to see Clint perched on the bed, one hand with an ice pack over his eye while his lip appeared to be still bleeding. The room had few things in it, a small dresser, two chairs, a TV, and the bathroom. No pictures, no books, no liveliness. He sat on a chair facing Clint. "What happened today up in the viewing room?"

"Well, I made a small comment about Loki's appearance and two abnormally strong, large, blonde men jumped me. You being one of them."

"No Clint, I mean why was that comment so harsh? We all know Loki's been nothing good, but insults about appearances are cheap jabs, even for you. Why did you

do it?"

"Well Captain Obvious, let me make this clear. I. Don't. Like. Loki. He took over and controlled my mind and drove me to kill innocent people, and almost kill people I cared about, including you.

If you also didn't know, he almost destroyed our planet. The fact that he's blue and is powerless isn't going to drive me to pity him. I'm not fazed. People like Loki never change, and so I suggest

that you don't get caught up in his little mind game before it's too late." At this point he had gotten up and was speaking directly into Steve's face. Steve then got up from his chair.

"That's not true." And that was that. He walked past Natasha, grabbed his duffle, and started to head out the door before he turned around again. "Crush some Parsley Leaves and spread them around your eye,

it can prevent bruising. Something I learned in the 40's." Then he was gone. Headed down to Level B.

When he arrived, he took in the surroundings better. Loki's dome had become shaped into more of a room, removing the dome like qualities, thanks to modern technology. There was a door leading to a different room that Steve could only assume was his. He opened it and immediately found the bed. He set down his duffle and looked around. There was a dresser, a radio, a small TV, and a bookshelf. What caught Steve's attention was the other door in his room. He cautiously opened it to find a bathroom. Large, about the size of a small bedroom. He saw another door on the other side of the bathroom, and opened it up. He was in Loki's room.

It was then Steve realized the whole lower level had entered the dome, creating an anti-magic barrier. Although Steve felt nothing. He scanned the room for Loki and immediately found him. Curled up in a ball, hadn't moved an inch. Steve went back to go pack up his other belongings, glancing back at Loki before the door bolted shut.

After Steve had gone, Loki slowly raised his head. Alone he was. But he was always alone. He got up and walked to the bathroom. There was a mirror above the sink, and Loki gazed into his demonic red eyes that stared back into his. He reached his shaking left hand to the mirror, and laid it on the mirror. It was then he could take it no longer. Tears sprang to his eyes and an uncontrollable sob escaped from his quivering mouth. His head bowed down, looking into the sink, and then back up at his reflection. He raised his right arm behind him and swung, aiming for his face in the mirror when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't. It's not worth the blood."

Loki turned to see Steve's eyes looking into his. Steve's eyes displayed a mixture of concern, knowing and empathy, reflecting how old he truly was. Loki stood there, still crying, while Steve jut looked into his eyes. "I can't stand myself. you don't know what it's like to be trapped in a body you can't change, why can't we do both of us a favor and just kill me now?"

Steve was shocked for a moment. He had never heard or seen the scared, distressed, meek Loki that stood shaking before him. It was as if he was peeling away a barrier that had shielded him, removing the self-confident, egotistical, arrogant veil. "Actually, I do know what it's like. And if you let me help you, I'll tell you the story." And with that Steve began to grab some toilet paper and sat Loki down on the cot. Loki let Steve wipe off the tears and wash his face off as if he was a small child that needed Steve's aid. Then Steve got Loki the pair of clothes that SHIELD had provided. A grey baggy t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. As Loki changed and came out, the clothes clashed horribly with his appearance, but Steve made no note. He brought Loki to his bed and sat him on it and he went on the other side.

"Let me start this way, growing up in the early 1930's and 1940's, my life was pretty rough to begin with, with the World War and the Great Depression and all. And to top that, I was just a scrawny wimpy kid

from Brooklyn."