As most of you might know by now, normally updates do not come so regularly. Yea, instead of beginning to upload a book and keep writing - I kept writing first. So here you lovely people are gifted chapter 2, and I'm halfway through writing chapter 6! I got bit by the plot bunnies.
I do intend for this to be quite a long story too, so enjoy!
He sat quietly in the back, staring at the floor. Docile, even, which I didn't expect from the leader of the opposing force. A god, even. I wished Fury would tell me more about these Asgardians. Instead, I found out about the dark haired god in the back of my plane from Iron Man, who'd joined the scene in Germany. Now he was taunting Captain America while Natasha muttered into her communicator. I swivelled my seat to face the new prisoner.
He was taller than Captain America, which although probably wasn't hard (especially for a god, you know), made him seem giant compared to my petite frame. His hair was long, and dark, which matched his leather and metal clothing. Was that really his clothes?
His eyes seemed to be the only thing about him that wasn't dark and brooding. Instead, they were clear, and a bright piercing green. The shade of green that reminded of you emeralds, in all their glittering beauty, but reminded you what emeralds could do with their gemstone sharp and hardness. His emerald eyes cut into me, as if they'd been ground directly to pierce clothing, and flesh, seeing right into me…
Oh shit. He's staring at me.
Lightning lit up the sky around the plane, jarring me out of my reverie. Thunder clapped and both Loki and I jumped, looking around.
"Scared of a little lightning?" Stark let the Captain off his barbed word hooks, instead turning to Loki.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki quipped back, his voice smooth. As if on queue, a bang sounded, as something hit the top of the plane, and we dipped slightly before Natasha got us back on course. I turned back to face the front, flicking a couple stabilising switches for the assassin beside me – switches we shouldn't be needing. The storm had come out of nowhere.
I got a glance at what was occurring in the back of the jet, a mountainous man carrying a hammer that had to be at least half my height walking in casually, as if we weren't twenty thousand feet in the air, grabbing Loki by his collar, and dropping back out, followed closely by Iron Man.
"Another Asgardian?" Natasha frowned, slowing the jet slightly.
Captain America was next out of the jet, and with a frustrated sigh, Natasha turned the jet around. I began scanning for a place to land.
"Men." I muttered frustrated, not that I'd truly know. Because I grew up in isolation and all that, no dating for this teenager.
Beside me, Natasha chuckled slightly, heading for a flat patch of ground.
Shortly after the hiccup we had in flight, Loki was being escorted to a prison cell upon the Helicarrier as we watched in silence. Although we watched him from the bridge, upon a screen, I knew he knew we were there. The smirk he sent at the camera was enough. And his smirk was certainly enough to make my belly twist in an unfamiliar way. Surely I wasn't afraid of this man though.
Fury briefed him on his situation – the defences his cage had – while we waited. Although he was locked up, although things didn't seem to bright for him, he still threw taunts at Fury, and at the security camera we watched him through. His arrogance and aura of power were not diminished by his confined state. If anything he seemed surer of himself – and sexier – than ever.
"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Doctor Banner remarked, once the screen had darkened. I looked up quickly, but his eyes weren't on me.
"Loki's going to drag this out." Captain America assessed quickly. "Thor, what's his play?"
The mountainous god in question stood to one side of the table, looking over the room and out the window. He was blonder than Steve Rogers, and taller, and buffer. He wore some form of metal and leather, not dissimilar to Loki's garb, but in shades of red, rather than the beautiful emerald green.
"He has an army, called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard, nor any world known. He means to lead them against the Earth."
"An army." Captain Rogers nodded thoughtfully.
"An army of aliens," I stepped forward. "Are they under Loki's dominion?"
"I do not know." Thor confessed. A moment of silence ensued as we thought about the implications of this.
"So he's building another portal." Doctor Banner said. "That's what he needs Eric Selvig for."
"Selvig?" Thor asked, looking towards the Doctor.
"He's an astrophysicist."
"He's a friend." Thor rumbled.
They continued to discuss Loki and his plans, and I sighed quietly, rubbing my temples. Tony Stark joined the others, and immediately captured Banner into a conversation full of big words even I didn't know. And I wasn't stupid.
Stark and Banner left to examine Loki's sceptre and continue scanning for the Tesseract, and Thor and Captain Rogers left to go do whatever superheroes did. I turned to follow them, go read a book maybe, when Fury called me back.
"Agent Crowe,"
"Yes, my esteemed Director?" I turned sharply on my heel, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"As we do not know what Loki's play is yet, he will need supervision at all times, in case something unexpected arises. You will take that duty." His eye bore into me, challenging me to disobey.
If I ever hoped to get out of here, I couldn't arouse suspicion.
"Yes sir. Is that all?" I forced the sarcasm and ice from my tone, wondering why I was still here.
"Yes Agent. You are dismissed."
I turned to leave once more, pondering my chances of survival if I ever did escape. I didn't think they were high.
Watch duty be damned, I still wanted to read my book.
And so that was how I found myself sitting on the floor with my back against the wall holding my book in my lap trying not to stare at the dark-haired god in front of me. Surely listening out would count as 'watching' the prisoner.
"Ah, a little kitten sent to watch over me." His mocking voice rang out. I looked up to see him standing at the glass, the closest he could to me, green eyes staring intently at me.
"I'm hardly a kitten." I replied slowly. "I'd rather not be addressed as such."
"What would you have me address you as?"
"Agent Crowe." I replied. "Not that you really should be addressing me at all. I've no interest in a tedious conversation that will only be scrutinized by Fury."
"He will not be scrutinizing any conversation then, Agent Crowe, if you do not tell him there was one."
I snorted, and looked pointedly at the cameras positioned around the room, before back at the god. "I don't need to tell him anything. You see, it's all recorded."
"Ah, but my dear, it is not. You see, all the cameras show S.H.I.E.L.D. is me sitting tamely there," he pointed at a small ledge in the cell, "and you sitting tamely there, reading your book."
A frown creased my brow at him flaunting his power so.
"So do you have a name, my dear? I find it interesting that crows are notorious for their incessant chatter. Yet you are silent."
"Felicity." I leaned back against the wall I was sitting by, evident that the dark haired god was not going to let me be. "My name is Felicity Crowe. And I am unsure what you want from me, therefore I am unsure in what to say."
"Is it difficult for you to believe that I am bored?"
I snorted. "No, it's not. If you are even half as superior to us humans than you think you are, then you would be perpetually bored."
"As I know I am." His green eyes hardened, staring at me. "Why do you say such a thing, my dear?"
"About being bored? Intelligence leads to boredom, a lack of stimulation for the brain. I know some pretty intelligent humans, so you must clearly be better than them. Therefore bored-er than them, especially on this world. I'd imagine yours to be more exciting."
He looked amused. "I meant about the other part of your comment, but an interesting conclusion you have."
"Oh." I coloured slightly.
Silence lapsed a minute until Loki spoke again, silken voice filling the air. "So why, my dear, might you be here?"
"Orders." I replied shortly, unwilling to discuss such a tender subject with him.
"Ah, orders." His smirk was broad as he regarded my position on the floor. "You don't seem the type to really obey orders, darling."
I blinked warily at his casual terms of endearment.
"So, little kitten, why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" I shot right back. I stood, leaving my book on the ground and walking up to his cage.
He smirked again, and I frowned at his gorgeousness.
"All part of the plan, my sweet. Now I believe it is customary you answer my question."
I quirked a brow at him. "I don't believe I owe you anything, answers or otherwise."
"Do you have a better way to pass the time?"
I looked back at where my book lay on the ground. "Actually, yes."
He feigned a hurt look, gesturing around the empty cell. "But what about my own entertainment? All they sent me was a kitten with no interest in playing. A crow with no interest in chatter."
"Fine." I leant forward against the guardrail surrounding the gap around his cage. "Why are you talking to me, anyway?"
"Entertainment, my dear. Did I not just tell you that?"
I stared flatly at him, refusing to rise to his bait.
"Why are you here?" he pressed.
I shrugged. "Nowhere better to be."
"Why stay?" his green eyes bore into my own grey ones. I pictured them hardening like slate, not giving in to his willpower.
"Nowhere better to be implies nowhere better to go." I told him, before turning my back on him, returning to my book. "Now, if you're chatter involves interrogating me I've got better entertainment than you." And I scooped up my book, leaving the room, ignoring his emerald eyes on my back.