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Loki: In short, she's threatening you.

Author: HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF YOUR CELL?! GET BACK IN THERE!

Eris' POV

We walked hand in hand down a long hallway. I looked up at the man most of the time, curious about the blue light on his chest. It was covered by a thin T-shirt and it looked to be in the shape of a circle. He caught my eyes and I quickly looked away, embarrassed for staring.

"My name's Tony, by the way."

He said, looking forward again with a smirk.

"I'm Eris."

I told him, still feeling shy around him. He smiled and met my eyes again.

"I know who you are, kiddo."

He replied, making me smile. I felt like a freak show, the way some of the other people were looking at me as we passed them. I chose to ignore it and glanced back up at him to take in the features of his face. He was as clean shaven as Dr. Banner in the sense that he had a boyish, messy haircut and he sported a goatee. He also had a playfulness about him that I'd never seen in anyone his age. We rounded a corner and entered a large room through double doors. There were several tables set up in rows, only one with people at them. I recognized the two of the three as the people who'd tried to keep me from Loki yesterday.

"This is the cafeteria. And these are a few of the Avengers you haven't met properly yet."

Tony walked me over to the table and the strangers smiled at me as I sat in front of them. Tony patted me on the shoulder.

"What do you want, Sparky?"

He asked me. The three adults across from me glared up at him the same way Bruce had and I smiled a little.

"I'm not picky."

I said to the table. Tony nodded and walked away and I was left alone with the trio of unknown people.

"Hi."

I greeted quietly, my hands wringing the skirt of my dress under the table.

"Hi, I'm agent Natasha Romanoff. We met yesterday."

The red headed woman said sweetly. The two men looked caught off guard by her uncharacteristically kind voice. She offered me her hand to shake and I took it.

"I guess you all know who I am already..."

I commented. One of the men shook his head.

"I've been left uninformed."

He stated formally. He seemed really old fashioned, in speech and taste in clothing but he looked about as young as the others. He was quite muscular, with combed back blond hair and friendly blue eyes.

"My name's Eris."

I replied, shaking his hand. He smiled.

"I'm captain Steve Rogers, it's nice to meet you, little lady."

He spoke with an air of pride but not arrogance and I giggled a little.

"This is-"

"Clint."

The other man interrupted, wanting to introduce himself. I shook his hand too and felt a small feeling of guilt as I thought about all the grief I put them through yesterday.

"I-I'm sorry about all the trouble I caused yesterday."

I apologized, glancing up at them all shyly. They all had an expression on that said, 'awwww you're so cute, it's okay.'

"It's alright sweetie, you were just trying to say goodbye to your...friend."

Natasha said, hesitating to say the word 'friend'. Tony returned with my food and set it in front of me as he took a seat next to me.

"Thank you."

I murmured with a small smile. Tony just nodded. I wasted no time and started on my food. It wasn't too bad, but I'd certainly had better. We all were silent until I was finished, then, the interrogation began.

"So, how long have you been friends with Loki?"

Clint asked, slightly hissing the name. I tapped my chin with my finger in thought.

"I met him a little after Christmas. I remember because of all the snow."

I answered simply. Everyone's attention was trained on me at this point.

"Was he ever mean to you?"

Steve inquired next. I shook my head then paused.

"Well, he did always cheat when we played hide and seek."

I said, getting a chuckle from Tony.

"Looks like Reindeer Games has a soft spot for kids, who'd have thought?"

He laughed, receiving another group of glares which he just shrugged off.

"Yesterday you said he wasn't bad...Do you know what he did in New York?"

Natasha asked, expecting an answer. My face fell and I looked down sadly, nodding.

"Knowing that, you still think he's good?"

She continued, raising a brow. I took a moment to think about my reply.

"Yes. When everything you know is a lie, when the people you love treat you like a monster...you have nothing left to lose. We aren't born good or bad, we're led to our sides by the people around us."

I could feel the shocked stares on me but I didn't look up to meet them.

"Everyone deserves a friend...even the bad guy."

I finished in a whisper. Tony patted my back gently.

"Well, he's in good hands now."

He said, trying to make me feel better. I smirked and slumped down in my seat.

"Is that what they're calling it?"

I retorted, getting curious looks from them all.

"You aren't teaching him a lesson, you're fueling his purpose, what he did was justified in his eyes. How do you expect him to repent for something he does not regret?"

I muttered, pulling my knees into my chest and resting my head on them. They all seemed completely unprepared to answer my question but I didn't expect them to in the first place.

"Well, damn. We've got a mini Bruce here."

Tony quipped, still winded by my remarks.

"She certainly is brilliant for a child, isn't she?"

I heard a voice come from across the cafeteria. Everyone at the table turned to see a man wearing a leather trench coat and an eyepatch. He had no hair to speak of but that only made the hard look on his face more intimidating. He walked over to our table and stood just behind me and despite his scary appearance, I forced a smile.

"You give me too much credit."

I insisted, extending my hand to him.

"Director Nick Fury."

He introduced himself, shaking my tiny hand.

"A pleasure."

I beamed happily. I was finally starting to warm up to all of these people. All my life, this is what I'd wanted-to meet people, to be in the outside world, to finally leave that apartment for good. Though, I was sure I was simply trading up one prison cell for another one. But at least now, maybe I wouldn't be so lonely.