Well, here's another chapter everybody! So here's kind of how this new updating thing will work out: Whenever I finish a chapter, I'll type it up and put it up here as soon as possible. Normally, it takes at least one or two days to finish a chapter since I'm given my whole Study Hall to do nothing. XD Hopefully I don't have to keep you guys waiting with this.

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I crouched in the shadows of the SHIELD Headquarters, cautiously looking around for guards. I did my best to avoid the security cameras as I looked for one room in particular. Fury's office. Sneaking around your own base? Loki asked. That's not suspicious at all.

I dived behind a corner and hid in a dark room as a guard passed by. Loki, please, just be quiet! I'm trying to concentrate.

I was about to continue sneaking, but stayed put when he asked, Why all the secrecy? It is an ally's headquarters, is it not?

I rolled my eyes, Yes, it is.

Then what are you sneaking around for?

I looked down, I . . . uh . . . I still haven't given those keys back. . .

He started laughing, You haven't? I thought you would have by now! How forgetful are you?

My face turned red from embarrassment, Sh-shut up!

His laugh eventually died down to a soft chuckle, and then to nothing at all, My apologies.

I sighed quietly, Yeah, well, the sooner I get this done the better. If I get caught, I'm dead meat. So I need to concentrate, okay?

I understand, he said softly, but I wouldn't let them kill you. I had a hard time believing his words at the moment, so I said nothing and continued with my self-appointed mission. Eventually, through a maze of corridors, security cameras, locked doors, and guards, I found his office. I slowly made my way across the pitch black room.

Just as I was about to set the keys carefully down in a drawer of his ebony desk, the lights turned on. I flinched back, squinting my eyes in pain from the sudden light that hit my poor eyes. My heart froze as I heard a voice growl, "Miss Rogers! What the hell are you doing in my office?!" I opened my eyes and winced at Fury's glare. Oh shit.

I laughed nervously, "Uh . . . well . . . you see I-"

"Are those my limo keys?" he interrupted.

I flinched at the sound of his voice, "Yeah. . ."

"So you had them this whole time!" I looked at Fury and quickly looked away. If looks could kill, I would have died fifty times just by looking at his glare.

"Yeah. . ."

He put a hand to his forehead in frustration, "Did you drive it?"

"What?"

"Did you drive it?" he repeated, his voice getting louder.

I grimaced, "Yeah."

He narrowed his eyes, noticing my terrified expression, "How bad is it?"

I scrunched my face up, taking in an inward breath before saying quietly, "Well I may have totaled it. . ."

"WHAT?!" I heard him scream. I opened my eyes hesitantly, only wincing again. The glare in his eyes made it look like he was planning my murder.

I couldn't handle being in that situation any longer and panicked, making a last minute escape plan. "What was that?" I asked quickly, pretending to hear something. "I think I hear Steve calling. Gotta go! Bye!" I threw the limo keys at him and ran for dear life. Fury fumbled with them for a moment before putting them in his pocket and casing after me, screaming how he was going to kill me for what I had done. I had blocked out his screaming, my mind busying itself with only one order repeating over and over in my mind. Run. I swerved around the corners of the hallways, trying to find my way out of the maze once again, only this time with Fury hot on my heels like a dog from hell.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity of running, I made my way out of the base, not even stopping my mad dash as I ran into a dark alleyway to lose the line of sight. I glanced back and skidded to a halt when I noticed that Fury had finally stopped chasing me, probably not wanting to bother himself with trying to find me on the streets. I sat down with my back against the wall of the alley, panting as I tried to get my breath back from my frenzied run.

"Are you all right?" I heard the all too familiar voice of Loki ask.

I shook my head, still shaken up, "No, no I'm not! I've never seen him so mad. . ." I paused and then glared up at him, "And you!" I exclaimed, "You said that you wouldn't let him kill me! Where were you?"

He looked at me and replied softly, "I didn't show up because I knew that you could handle it. Besides, me showing up seemingly out of nowhere and whisking you away to who knows where would only get you into more trouble." I relaxed slightly, and he took this opportunity to sit down beside me. "Besides," he said with a smile, "He wouldn't kill an Avenger now, would he?"

"I don't know," I said quietly, "I think I've been causing more trouble than it's worth keeping me around."

Loki looked at me for a few moments in silence before pulling me into a hug, "Don't say that."

"But it's true," I grumbled, "I'm a lazy bitch, I'm moody, I procrastinate majorly, I have a large history of crime, I steal things, break into their houses for the hell of it, and I just do nothing but cause trouble." I paused, thinking over what I had just said, and then added, "Hell, I don't even know why they put up with me when all I do is create more problems."

"They put up with you," he murmured softly, "because they know how wonderful you really are, even if you don't see it yourself. They don't care what you did in the past because it did not affect who you turned out to be."

I looked away, mumbling, "They'd think differently if they actually knew about my past, though." All they did know was that I had lived on the streets as a child in Russia. I wasn't ready to tell them anything else.

He cupped a hand around my chin, gently moving my head so that I had to look at him, "Like I had said earlier, your past doesn't change who you are now." I was about to say something in reply, but I heard a group of people in the distance faintly calling my name. Loki sighed, "I suppose I'll have to leave you now, but don't forget about what I just told you, all right?" I nodded slightly and he kissed my cheek before vanishing. I stood up, letting out a small sigh before heading out. Once again, I was conflicted. I knew that I should've caught him and turned him in to help solve this convict problem, but for some reason I couldn't.

Soon, I met up with the rest of the group. "There you are!" Steve exclaimed, "You just ran off all of the sudden."

"Yeah, I just remembered that I had to return something to Fury," I said. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, only a half truth. It was a reason I ran off, but it was not the main reason. I ran off because of my stupid, emotionally unstable brain. Of course, I'd never tell Steve that. He'd be constantly asking me why I was sad or something like that. Siblings. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

"How did that go?" I heard him ask.

I winced, remembering the look on Fury's face, "Awful!"

Steve nodded, "Well, you ready to go meet up with the rest of the search party?"

"Yeah." I fell into step with Steve as we all headed downtown, ignoring the fairly curious stares of people as they saw a group of superheroes, Earth's Mightiest Heroes, as they called us, casually walking down the sidewalk as if nothing was going on. Even though there were so many things going on that I was surprised that the city hadn't fallen into chaos yet.

Steve glanced at me, "You gonna be okay?"

I looked up at him, "Yeah. I'm fine." I went over what Loki had said to me earlier, and smiled ever so slightly. Damn, he had such a way with words.