A shorter, but much required chapter. I'm sorry if the last few seemed too similar to the movie, I'm really trying not to write the Avengers + OC. Anyway, what do you guys think? I love waking up and seeing you all following and favouriting, but reviews make me write faster, I promise! Is it good, is it bad, what would you like to see? Anyway, read on and enjoy.

I headed back to my own quarters on the Helicarrier. To do what, though? Continue reading? Even though he was a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki was still more interesting than anything else in my captive life.

I sighed as I threw myself onto my bed, book dangling off the side of the small mattress. I shut my eyes, and just began wondering if I could sleep when an explosion rocked the ship. I sat up hurriedly, my eyes flying open as I looked out my small window to see a small jet flying away from the Helicarrier, smoke following its flight.

I ran out into the hall, before pausing, and looking around. None of the evident chaos had reached this wing of the ship yet, and so I stopped before running to offer my assistance. Everyone who was regularly on board the Helicarrier was trained to react in such situations – had specific rules and jobs to do. Agents such as myself, who were regularly off the Helicarrier, would probably just be in the way of all the professionals running around doing their little duties.

But still, sitting in my room would not be viewed particularly well to those who controlled my freedom – namely Director Fury.

Hesitantly, I began making my way up the corridor, reaching the end with gun in hand as a ship wide message was broadcasted – hostiles in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms. A wild plan formed in the back of my head.

What if the attackers were successful? Could I … could I maybe make my way off the ship with them?

I shook my head sharply, leaning against the wall. The hell? Who was mad enough to attack the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters? The chances of success were very slim. Frowning at my own invasive mind I headed further into the Helicarrier, dodging the agents who milled around me. Before long I found myself at Loki's cage, where he was standing his back to where I entered the room.

Outside of the cage.

Not that the cage was there. The whole thing was missing.

"Back again kitten?" he turned, a cocky smirk full in place. I felt the weight of the gun in my hand, but somehow, even that didn't make me feel safe around this unrestricted god.

"How did you know I'd come?" I asked, looking urgently around the room at the other exits. Surely someone would see Loki freed, and come to stop him. Surely if I stalled long enough…

Across the other side of the room I saw Agent Coulson, who'd been Fury's right hand man for years. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, in a similar pose to my own of a few hours back. He was holding a huge gun, and his eyes were glazed over. For a moment I wondered if he'd become a minion of Loki's, as I'd heard Agent Barton had, before I saw the blood pooled around him. I felt my eyes widen before I resumed my gaze on Loki, who had taken a step closer to where I stood. I gulped, raising my gun to point at his chest. At least my hand was steady. Although I'd hate to shoot him, and mess up his good looks. He'd just opened his mouth to reply, when Agent Coulson spoke up.

"You're going to lose."

Both Loki and my eyes flicked to the dying man. "Am I?" Loki murmured, his voice dangerously soft.

"It's in your nature."

"Your heroes are scattered." Loki reminded him. "Your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction."

I saw his eyes light up, and had it been me, I knew I would have quailed under that glare.

"I don't think I –" Loki began but Coulson cut him off, shooting the big gun that the god had neglected to notice was pointed at himself.

"So that's what it does." Coulson said quietly, before I saw his eyes drift shut.

"Shit." I whispered furiously. I ran to the hole in the wall where Loki had been thrown, about to raise my gun when he stepped too close for me to do any such thing.

"I knew you'd come, my dear girl, because you have no wish to remain here, with S.H.I.E.L.D. where you are as much a prisoner as I was. You are desperate – and brave enough – to come to the person you believe can get you out of here. Very wise my dear, but I'll only take you with me on one condition." His green eyes were very close to my own, as I looked up the distance to his face. "You will assist me in my endeavour against S.H.I.E.L.D. and may be rewarded greatly for your efforts."

"And why would I help you?" I shot back, though my voice wavered as I considered his offer. It would mean my freedom, after years of working for this goddamned company.

A smile spread across his face, as he knew my thoughts, projected across my face. "Because you have no love for S.H.I.E.L.D., no loyalty, and if I am correct in assuming, you would much love an opportunity to garner your revenge." He held out a spidery, long-fingered hand to me.

Taking a deep breath, I seized his hand.