Sera –

I woke up, surrounded in red. I had no idea where I was but that didn't really register under all my anger. It didn't seem to matter so much as the day's events poured back as my conscious woke up. We had been jail breaking that idiot and I had blown a hole in the wall. This is why Fury didn't trust me. I was too much of a hothead. That was why I wasn't one of the 'official' avengers. A liability he had once called me. After the little escapade with Cadence who could blame him really.

I ripped the sheets off, burning the edges. The door knob was my next victim as I yanked the door open and managed to melt half of it. Would have to fix it later I guess.

'Where is that jerk?!'

Stark turned around at the sound of my voice but the rest ignored me, falling silent. The room I had been in had led to what looked like a common room or sorts. Why were they all wearing those weird grey thick suits? Thor was missing.

'Calm down Sera.'

Stark was calling me Sera and not Si-Si? Bad sign. He never called me Sera. Ever.

'Where is he metal man?!'

Steve looked over in both worry and amusement, glancing quickly at the door a couple of feet away. That boy had never been any good at lying. I smirked, before swivelling around.

I didn't make it very far before I was pinned to the ground, Bruce holding my arms and the rest crowded around trying to hold me back. My skin was at least 200 degrees by now but not burning any of them. Pretty soon my palms were going to burst into flames before the rest followed. They had put on fire resistant suits. Smart.

'LET-GO-OF-ME!'

I sneered at them, my skin getting ever hotter. Note to self – fireproof all rooms.

'LET ME F*CKING GO BANNER!'

No one budged as my anger increased. I began sending them waves of pain in fury as my palms started to spark. If I couldn't get them to move physically then I would have to go after them mentally. Steve was the first to fall, but slowly they were all beginning to fall. I just wanted to kill that frickin' son of a b*tch!

A low chuckle broke the grim mood suddenly as I looked up to find the bastard himself, propped up against the doorframe, smirking in amusement at the battle that was commencing in the middle of the – whatever - this room this was.

'Need some help Midgardian? If you beg me on your knees I may consider helping you.'

I glared and spat in his direction as he chuckled louder. His hair had been combed back and had been cut slightly so it was only down to him shoulders, framing his angular face. The dried blood had been cleaned up and he was now wearing regal clothes in various shades of greens and blacks with flecks of gold armour peeking out. It matched his stupid twinkling green eyes. I really hated the bastard.

He continued to watch with a smirk permanently fixed across his face. I continued to struggle with the crew, not wanting to hurt them but wanting to get free. I knew perfectly well what I could be capable of if necessary and it was not a road I wanted to go down with them. Maybe with him, but not with them. Nobody hurt my friends and got away with it. A cruel smirk came across my face as I realised how to get free without hurting them. Too much.

'Hey Laufeyson.'

His smirk faded instantly. The file had said he hated his heritage.

'Enjoying the entertainment, Jötunn?'

He straightened up, his smirk fading into a dark expression. His once sparkling eyes were now solid and leaking the poison I had sown. The group all collapsed together, releasing their hold on me at once as Loki glared at me. I had been right. He was just as eager to fight as I was.

'Do not call me that again if you value your life midgardian.'

I laughed as his face hardened.