Thankyou for your comments again my lovelies! Sorry the updates are taking longer, busy busy busy! I adore writing protectivemummyduck!Loki and Hela! Got some characters this time who haven't had much of an appearance so far, so I hope you enjoy! SuzukiLi x

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"Tash!"

Natasha looked up from her paperwork, blue eyes scanning the room infront of her. She waited a second, before returning too her paperwork.

"Tash!"

Again she looked up, a small frown creasing her brow, and again she scanned the room.

"Tash!"

Clint Barton raced into the room, panicked, eyes wide as he skidded to a stop in front of her desk.

"Punch me in the head."

He didn't have to ask twice. He opened his eyes from his new position on the floor and blinked up into the nonchalant face of the Black Widow. He blinked and winced at the stabbing pain that now radiated in his right temple and shot her a dirty look.

"You asked."

"I didn't think you would do it so willingly."

She smirked, offering him a hand too pull him up.

"So what was all that about?"

Clint glanced off to the left, worry covering his features.

"There was a voice in my head... I think, maybe the same one that was in Loki's."

"That would make sense. What did it say?"

"He wants me too kill Loki... And Thor."

Natasha thought for a moment, running a hand through her hair.

"We should speak with Fury."

Clint remained thoughtful, chewing on his thumbnail, a habit that Natasha often slapped him for.

"Maybe... maybe we should talk to Loki?"

"You sure that's what you wanna do?"

"...yeah."

"Ok then."

...

They found Loki in the gym, pinning down a rather annoyed Thor.

"Ok, Brother... Loki!" Thor almost whined, pushing against Loki's arm with his hands. "Mercy!"

Loki released him with a small smile and stood up, crossing his arms and watching his brother through narrowed eyes.

"That was unfair!" Thor complained, rubbing a rather bruised looking cheek and giving his brother a dirty look.

"Since when have you ever known me too fight fair," Loki retorted, stepping froward and pressing a finger to Thor's cheek, the bruise dissolving under his touch.

"This is why no one would spar with you. You fight dirty."

"They would not spar with me because they did not stand a chance of winning, Thor."

"Because you fight dirty."

"Shut up."

"Sorry too interrupt, kids," Clint stated, stepping forward and making his presence known, Natasha falling in just behind him. "May I borrow Loki for a moment?"

Loki turned to him with a most wicked smirk.

"It depends agent Barton, are you going to stand over me with an arrow pointed at my head?"

Clint's breath caught in his throat and he gave Loki a worried look.

"I... I uh..." he stuttered, shifting his feet and looking down at the floor.

"It is no bother, I knew you would not do it. So weak..."

Clint looked up too meet Loki's taunting gaze and frowned.

"You know what? Fuck you," Clint spat and he turned to leave, but was met with an arched eyebrow from Natasha. Clint knew better than to argue with an arched eyebrow.

"You wish too know about the voice you're hearing?"

Clint spun around to face him, mouth parted in a gape.

"You knew? You knew what I was hearing?"

"I know your characteristics well enough to know that it was not you who was stood over myself and my child this afternoon."

Clint blushed a little at Natasha's disappointed look. He did not tell her that he had stood over Loki and his daughter with his bow.

"Why am I hearing it?" Clint asked, desperation taking over his features.

"Loki does not know. Nor can he speak of it," Thor said, stepping forwards with an almost defensive stance. "To speak of such things will kill him. It is something we must work out on our own," he explained. "Perhaps with some kind of guidance," he added, giving Loki a quick glance.

"Perhaps," Loki agreed, but the look in his eyes told of a rather touchy subject. "Brother, another sparring session?"

Thor visibly deflated and turned to his brother, arms crossed. They mirrored eachother perfectly.

"If you fight fair."

"I always fight fair."

"That is a lie."

"Well... I am the god of lies."

Clint and Natasha left them too their bickering.

...

"Whatcha doing?"

Fury, in all credit too him, did not flinch at the sudden voice in his ear. Although he did think about maybe going to check his pants. He did not look up from his paperwork, and merely continued to sign it.

"How did you get in here?" he said, licking the tip of his finger to flick over a page. Hela rested her chin on his shoulder with a smirk, reading over his shoulder. The one thing that annoyed him.

"You're security is basic, at best," she breathed, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Not that even advanced security would hinder me."

Fury eventually sighed and dropped his pen, leaning back in his seat with a squeak of leather.

"I was wondering how long it would be till you paid me a visit," he said, drumming his fingers on his desk, his eye following the girl as she glided around and slid into a chair opposite him. "Now, what is it you want?"

She looked across at him under her lashes, her head tilted to the side. She had her hair tied up into those stupid buns again; and she had missed one strand that he could not stop staring at.

"A chat, director."

"And what makes you think I have the time for this?"

"Because you can't control me. And deep, deep down," she said, suddenly leaning over the desk so she inches from him. "You are terrified at the thought that you have no idea just what it is I am capable of," she whispered, before dropping back into her seat with a smirk. Nick inhaled deeply, keeping his expression neutral. Though he knew she was right. He was deeply disturbed at having no knowledge of her power. She slammed her hands on his desk and leant towards him again with a snarl, pointed teeth bared and green eyes flashing. "If I wanted you to sign away every last piece of your blackened soul, you would. With out question, with out thought, with out honor." she spat and Fury's breath caught and his eye twitched. It was a slight movement, barely noticeable but it a movement none the less. He had lost his composure. Hela sank back into her chair with a triumphant smile.

"Well... that didn't take much," she purred.

Fury was left to gape wide eyed at a puff of green smoke.