Loki stared at the young sorceress with slight amusement. She obviously wasn't impressed with him at all, he could tell by the dark glare she gave him as she examined him carefully. "Like what you see, my pet?" Loki teased when she dragged her eyes slowly over his chest, more prominent through the thin, S.H.I.E.L.D. tee-shirt Fury had given him.
Her eyes snapped back up at his. Defiant and pissed. Which made her more attractive in Loki's opinion, for it made her eyes shimmer, like the aurora borealis.
The man whose mind he had controlled came forward, his face dark and menacing. "Seliena, I don't care who his mentor is. I'm gonna kill him!" Before Seliena could stop him, he lunged forward and tackled Loki to the ground.
Loki tried to transport somewhere else, but the cuffs on his wrists prevented him from doing so. "Clinton!" Seliena snapped, using a large gust of wind to blow him back. Loki took in large gulps of air as Seliena lectured Clint in the corner he had sunk into as Seliena went off on him.
"I'm not sorry! You know what he did to me!" Clint exclaimed, starting to stand up against the berating Seliena had laid on him. "That doesn't give you room to murder someone, now does it?" Seliena asked coldly, narrowing her unique eyes.
Clint paled at the word 'murder'. "No, it doesn't," he murmured, looking down in shame.
Loki was stunned, this young girl had a strong hold on this man's balls. Seliena turned away from Clint and looked straight at Loki, residual hate and anger still darkened her eyes, tearing a hole in his heart.
What shocked him even more than the fact that his heart ached at the hatred in her eyes was the fact that he couldn't believe that there was something in that part of his chest cavity.
She sighed softly and motioned for him to follow her, which he did without saying anything.
"You have a lot to learn here, Loki." Seliena growled as they reach the parking garage. "Lesson number one; never provoke a team member unless you want the whole team to gang up on you."
Loki stopped, ice ran through his veins. "I didn't do anything!" He snarled, glaring at her back. "Not recently, but may I remind you that you were a fugitive only three hours ago?"
Loki narrowed his green eyes. "No, you may not." He ground out. "Too late, I already did." She snapped back as she unlocked her truck and slammed the door. But she couldn't drive away, because she had to wait for Loki to get in with her.
This was going to suck immensely.
The rain poured down unto the stinky streets of downtown New York as A tall figure ran through the large puddles that covered the pot-hole ridden streets.
His thick, blonde hair was plastered to his drawn face. His pale skin with riddled with goose bumps. He reached a door; the numbers 6678 were evident even in the darkness.
He opened the door slowly, stepping into the thin hallway. "Erick, come in." A voice growled from the end of the hall. "Yes ma'am," Erick murmured as he shuffled closer. Fear made him shiver more than the cold.
"Hurry up!" The voice snapped, sounding like a predatory bird of some sort. "I am," Erick whispered as he ran up to the shadow.
"Good, what information do you have for me of the sorceress whom you claim is your sister?" Erick sighed, "Nothing! The girl tends to keep to herself. She and her boyfriend had a nasty break-up and she has decided to stay near the Avengers."
"Get closer!" The voice ordered, vulture like talons reached for Erick's throat as he stumbled backwards, his alabaster skin turning even whiter.
"I will! Don't kill me!" Erick begged, shaking with fear as the claws dug into the soft flesh that made up his neck. "I won't, at least, not yet." The talons loosened up their grip and fell back into the darkness. "But don't disappoint me."
"Does she have an alias? Seliena I mean," Loki asked as Thor sat down with his plate full of Pop tarts. "Nope, she has always been Seliena, both on the field and at home, and to her boyfriend."
The last sentence hit Loki like a blow to the balls. "What? She has a boyfriend?" He said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant. But failed miserably.
"Yes, David Henham. A very nice man, a little head strong though." Thor chuckled, giving Loki a wary look. "I understand that she is very attractive, but I wouldn't try anything with her."
"And why not?" Loki asked defiantly, narrowing his eyes like a cat. "Because you're not her type."
Loki growled wordlessly and left the room, unable to listen to this drabble.
Seliena looked up as he started to leave the room. "Hey, what's wrong?" Loki stopped, his eyes widened in shock at the concern in her voice. "Nothing, I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me!" Seliena snapped, glaring at him with sparkling eyes. He smirked. "I have been better, but I am truly fine. Lady Seliena."
Seliena remained tense, but nodded slowly. "Good, we have training in two hours, be prepared."
Loki watched as Seliena stood and left him behind, his eyes mainly were trained on her swaying hips.
Not her type? He laughed to himself, amused. He would be any type he had to be, if it meant he won her trust.