Hey everyone! Here's another chapter for you all. At this point, it's actually getting close to what I haven't quite written down yet. I'll still be able to post a lot of chapters daily, but once it is all caught up on here, updating time will start to slow down.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin

I stood in front of the prison gates, staring at the tall and foreboding electric fence that surrounded the whole area. Steve was interrogating a burly, squinty-eyed guard, "So, what do you remember?"

The guard scratched the back of his head, eyes squinting even more in concentration, "Well . . . I remember sitting in the security room, looking at the cameras, when they suddenly went out. I went to investigate, but by the time I got to the cells, there was no one there with no evidence of anyone being there, aside from some recently unlocked cells."

"Were there any fingerprints?"

The frazzled guard shook his head, "We scanned for fingerprints on the doors and locks, but there were none."

Ayame bounded up to me, her eyes shining, "This is my first mission! So exciting!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, missions are great . . . until you die. . ."

She paled, "What?"

"We're dealing with criminals here, and not just any normal ones, we're talking about super-powered criminals. They won't hesitate to kill you if they get the chance. . ."

"Why?" she asked, looking at me like an innocent two-year old.

I glanced at her and replied softly, "I don't know . . . I suppose some do it because they find enjoyment out of it, and some might feel that they have to. . ."

"Well, that makes no sense!" Ayame proclaimed.

I shrugged and nodded, "They're confusing all right. . ." Especially you, Loki. . .

Loki chuckled, How so?

You've had plenty of chances to kill me, but you never took them. . .

Have you ever considered the possibility that, maybe, I might not wish to kill you?

But why? I asked. Loki only chuckled and didn't answer me. I growled quietly in frustration before stalking over to the guard, "May I take a look at the locks?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

He nodded, "Of course!"

"Thanks," I said curtly before walking to the open cell doors and kneeling down, inspecting the locks.

Loki chuckled and whispered, Iron Man is red, Thor's hair is gold. Get on your knees and do as you're told.

I widened my eyes, a disturbed look on my face, Shut up! I'm trying to concentrate here!

He replied softly with a chuckle, One day you'll comply. . .

I paled and shook my head, my disturbed expression growing even more apparent on my face, No, no I won't! Now shut up! I concentrated on the lock before looking up, "The lock wasn't picked, I can tell you that. It looks like it was deliberately broken. I don't know how they managed that without leaving prints. . ."

"How can you tell?" the guard asked.

"I have experience with locks. If the lock was picked, you wouldn't be able to tell from the outside. Look here," I pointed at the keyhole, pointing out the rough gouges in the golden exterior, "See how the outside is damaged? Almost as if someone planted a small explosive on it. However, there is no ash or residue to show for an explosion."

"Then how did it happen?"

I sighed, standing up, "I don't know . . . but whoever did this certainly knew what they were doing. . ."

How do you know so much about locks? Loki asked.

When I lived in Russia, I had to steal things in order to live. At first, I pickpocketed people, but when I couldn't find enough food, I started breaking into houses for it. . .

Ah, I see . . . so you dabbled in a bit of criminal intent. . .

I didn't dabble, I lived in it. It was my only choice. . .

Then how did you manage to stop?

A ghost of a smile spread on my face, Steve found me. . . I walked into an open cell and inspected the surroundings, "Maybe we can find evidence in here," I suggested to the others, "Check the other cells, maybe. . ." I looked to the guard, "What kind of evidence should we look for?"

"Hairs, fingerprints, a possible weapon used in the breakout, anything, really," the guard said. "You'll need these," he tossed a pair of Latex Gloves at me.

I caught them and pulled them over my pale hands, "Thanks. . ." I slowly walked around the room, inspecting the dim surroundings.

Steve walked in after me, "Looks like a tornado went off in here. . ."

I nodded, picking up a sheet that was thrown across the disheveled room, "Yeah, kind of like my room!" I set the white sheet down and smiled, "Well now, what do we have here. . . ?" I held up a thin, black strand of hair in between my forefinger and thumb.

Steve walked over to me and took the hair, placing it in a plastic bag, "Good eye, Robin!" he congratulated as he handed the bag to the guard.

I smiled, "Thanks!" I turned the sheet over and widened my eyes as I saw bright crimson splatters of blood on it, "Okay, either someone was on their period, or a fight broke out in here. . ." I looked around at the trashed room, it was so bad that even the mattress was splayed and torn to shreds all over the room, "I'm going to say it was a fight."

Periods? Really, mortal? Loki asked with amusement.

It's possible. . .

In a male prison?

Maybe they were on their man-period!

He chuckled, I will never understand your logic, mortal. . .

Good! I like to confuse people! I continued searching for evidence, but, aside from the blood and hair, there were no other traces to be found. The guard had left to scan what we had found to find the culprit. I paced impatiently in the hallway like a furious tiger, "It's all fine and dandy that we found something, but it doesn't bring us any closer to finding the convicts!"

Steve sighed and nodded, "True, but there's not much else we can do aside from waiting for the results . . . I hope Thor has had better luck than us. . ."

Ayame smiled, "I'm sure he has!"

"I don't know," I said somewhat quietly, "Loki's fairly slippery. . ."

Ayame looked to me, somewhat confused, "He is?"

I stared at her for a while in a bit of surprise before remembering that she wasn't there for the Chitauri Invasion, and, therefore, knew nothing about Loki. "He's known as the God of Mischief and Lies," I explained, "It's in his nature to trick people in order to get what he wants, so because of that, he's good at slipping away from certain situations. . ."

"Oh, that makes sense now," she replied.

. . . That has to be the most flattering thing you've said about me, Loki teased lightly.

Oh, shut up! I had to explain it to Ayame, okay? I looked to Ayame and Steve, "Shall we head back to Stark Tower, then?" I inquired as I burned the gloves off of my hands. They both nodded and we walked out of the prison gates.