A/N: I want to thank everyone for reading, and I hope you guys like this chapter. OH AND ALSO, THE WAY I SEE GABRIEL HIMSELF IS NOT FROM SUPERNATURAL

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or Supernatural

Warnings: Tony curses. And of course, some Violence.

The Avengers were all standing there, watching him, checking for anything that might be seen as threat. Anything like weird movements, or the clothing he wears, his breathing, his eyes. (Especially his eyes, which were still blue and his hair was still brown). And he was just doing the same, watching them just as intently, except the only difference was that he was smiling as if everything was just a big joke. It was all making them feel uncomfortable.

Fury, however, was in another room looking at his body language, and thinking that this way some weird shit. He needed some coffee.

Thor finally decided that the silence was enough, so he stood up and headed to the glass prison. "Loki," he said harshly and abruptly, cutting to the chaise. "Why have you killed Midgardians? Was it not you? Or do you beg to differ?"

Loki's smile didn't falter. "Oh, I did kill them. Well, most of them. But not with my own hands anyways. Well, it's a yes and no. I killed them, but it's not like you haven't killed." His back straightened, and his smile vanished. "I have smited the ones who have sinned greatly." He nodded to himself and turned.

Clint sighed and turned to head out the door, Bruce at his heels, also leaving the room. "Okay, I thought he was crazy before, but now I think he's a psychopath. I told you this plan wasn't going to work. Good luck getting any evidence out of him. I recommend shock therapy or something."

With that, he and Bruce left.

Four more to go.

Thor growled, not taking notice to the ones who had just left the room. "You have killed innocents during the attack on New York City. And now you kill more?"

Loki spun around. "Innocents?" he asked bewildered, and Natasha watched earnestly as the confused look on his face immediately fell. A twitch of the eye there, and a twitch of the mouth here. "Oh, yeah. The attack."

"Aye, the attack you imbecile. You escaped Asgard, for what? And now you've started to kill more Midgardians." A pause. "How did you even manage to escape?!"

Watching and seeing that Thor's voice was rising, was not a good sign. So, Steve slowly backed out the door, and decided that watching from the main room was better than being in the middle of a fight. Natasha, on the other hand stayed where she was. She needed to speak with him.

Three more to go.

"Also those people I smited were all sinners. Evil down to the last drop, despite what some one you might think. I thought you were smarter than that Thor."

Natasha watched silently from where she stood, taking notice to the way Loki has said Thor's name. Not harshness was noted, no hate, no anger. Nothing. The last time he'd spoken his name, it'd been full of hurt and hate . . .

"You did not answer me you fool. How did you manage to escape?"

Loki slowly got closer to the glass, the shackles on his hands seemingly wearing him down, but he cracked a grin. "It was all me, you know. I am the best." He spread his hands. Then he faced the camera and mouthed, "It's a secret." He winked, and Fury almost gagged.

"That is impossible." Thor was pacing now, his back hunched over as he was thinking how Loki could've escaped. "The greatest blacksmiths bore those shackles, and those were clasped onto you by father himself."

"Oh, you mean Odin, I assume." He shrugged and crossed his arms, the chains pulling and shaking. "I dunno, he's not my Father. That's for sure."

"You still deny this? And is Frigga not your mother?" Thor grimaced.

Natasha took another mental note. There it was again. Not hate, no anger, there was nothing. He was being too happy, or enthusiastic maybe . . . and everyone outside and inside the room noticed it. His language seemed to have downgraded too. It was unnerving, and ew, that humorous smile was just ew on his usually serious and angry face.

There was suddenly loud movements, and the glaring between both brother's halted. Tony stood up, getting all the attention, and when Loki looked at him, he rasped. "You sonuvabitch."

Loki smiled past him and looked at Thor. "I have no mother," he stated proudly and Thor shot him a pained look.

Natasha again wondered when he'd started to hate his mother too. Thor had told all of them that they had been close. She hoped Fury was also taking notes.

Tony gently pushed Thor aside, now standing in front of Loki. "It's my turn now, you asshole." He tapped on the glass. "Oh, and I didn't thank you before for throwing me out the window before," he bit out. "I almost died!"

Loki didn't say anything, he shifted and sighed. "Hmmmm."

"Hmm? HMM?! Is that all you have to say? God," —Loki flinched at this (NOTED.)— "Anyways, I wanna get down to the point. 'Cause we wanna have answers, because no one escapes this apparent Asgardian prison without having some complications. Let's play twenty question, I'm going to ask you something now."

"Go on, I'm waiting." Loki rolled his eyes. He looked at his imaginary watch. "Come on go. I don't' have all day!"

Natasha narrowed her eyes at this and subtly moved her eyes so they would come in contact with the camera. She hoped that Fury was upping the security.

Tony shot him an annoyed look. "First question: Were you the one who brought that criminal to my doorstep?"

"Ah, I see that you're the smart one out of all of them." He got closer to the glass and Tony stepped back. "But I don't think you're as smart as the redhead," he said, whispering that last part.

Redhead. Doesn't Loki know her name? Tony mentally made a note on that. "Her name is Natasha," he whispered back harshly. And then louder, "You didn't answer my question."

"I just called you smart didn't I? Doesn't that answer you question?"

Tony smirked. Fighting fire with fire, huh? "Okay then, tell me this. Were you forced to take over New York City? Did the Chitauri torture you?"

Loki smiled slowly. "Hmmm," he tapped his chin. "No.I was not forced. Not me."

"We're giving you a chance. If you were tortured and forced to invade, then we'll downgrade the punishment," Natasha said. "We know, and it's proven that the scepter did something. Thor said you're eyes were blue when you were under the influence of the scepter. They're still blue, but before they were green."

"Now that's a story," Loki said sarcastically.

Tony threw his hands up. "Stop talking in code and say what you mean!"

Loki promptly ignored Tony. "And my eyes? Green?" he cackled. "Nah, I knew someone whose eyes were green. His name's Dean. But me? My eyes have always been a lagoon blue. Bluer than the most beautiful sky."

(In the other room Fury was shaking his head. Damn, so many secrets, and who was Dean? He needed to start to make a file soon. Or maybe make it larger.)

Tony groaned and rolled his eyes. "Narcissistic much?"

Thor was shaking his head. "No, brother. Since the day you were brought to me, your eyes have always been green."

Loki smiled again. "Not your brother," he sing-songed.

Thor tensed and stood up straighter. He looked at Natasha, and then at Tony.

Tony shifted uneasily. "Anyways . . . what's with the new look? Thought you looked to evil? And blue and brown? Didn't think it'd fit you, but damn, you're lookin swell."

Loki ignored Tony's comment and decided to talk about himself, (That bastard, Tony thought.) "It was harder to convert this hair from black to a yellowish white which is my natural hair color I guess," Loki said matter-of-factly, poking at his hair. "So, I settled for brown. It was the next best thing."

"I thought you Asgardians liked your hair long?" Tony glanced at Thor. "Right?"

"Ew, no. Listen short stuff, I like my hair short " (Tony cringed at his improper speech and when had Loki learned Midgardian slang?) "That hair was driving me crazy." There was some mumbling and Loki turned. "Don't know why that idiot kept it long."

"What Reindeer Games? Didn't catch that last part."

Loki turned around again. "Nah, it's nothing."

Tony was trying his best not to balk because hey, Loki never let anyone call him nicknames. He tried a different tactic, starting with, "Hey Lokes, minds telling me why you killed all those people?"

"I smite those who have committed great sins." He repeated seriously, and looked Tony up and down, steel blue eyes boring into his soul. "Those who have killed-"

Tony knew where this was going to and no, it wasn't his fault that he'd been tricked and his bombs were used on terrorist groups. "You've killed people," he cut in darkly. "Just recently and during the attack."

"Those people I killed over the last month were not innocent Anthony Stark," Loki bit out, copying Tony's voice. "Didn't you hear me? I smite those who have sinned."

He didn't even mention the people he killed in New York City, Tony thought angrily. This son of a bitch.

Loki smirked and Tony decided that he need to leave immediately. "Hey, Tony, you didn't even get to question number five. Weak. 1 out of 10."

"Shut up and die you piece of garbage." Tony yelled and started to walk out.

"Already tried, didn't work out so well!" Loki called out.

Thor narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Natasha was praying that her lunch break would come sooner. She really wasn't really in the mood for dealing with a psychopath.

Two more to go.

Thor was looking at Loki, a look of sadness overtaking his face. "Did you know that mother and father worried over you?"

"Odin and Frigga?" Loki asked. "How are they?"

Thor was about to happily answer this, but stopped himself when he replied Loki's word in his head. This was not a good sign. If Loki asked for mother, it was okay. But if he asked for father, he was not okay. Thor decided that he needed time to think and he stepped out.

Natasha was the only one left in the room.

One more to go.

"Loki," she said. "What's your deal?"

"Whaddya mean?" He cracked a grin. "Ooof, don't tell me you think I'm plotting something? Is that what this is about? Is that why S.H.I.E.L.D captured me?"

She ignored Loki's comment. "The last time you managed to escape, you weren't hinting anything were you? You were making me doubt and using code words that would trigger something, right?"

Loki just stood there, smirk slowly fading away.

"I got to give it to you. Using reverse psychology." She pointed at her head. "What does mewling quim mean exactly?"

Loki shrugged. "I dunno. Do I look like a dictionary to you? I think it means bitch or something. Like I said, dunno."

Natasha was squinting at him. "So, you, don't . . . remember saying that?" She needed to say things slowly and watch for mannerisms. She didn't want to give anything away. "What? Did The Hulk give you such a good beating that you forgot that?"

Loki was watching her, and he got closer to the glass cage. He waved his finger for her to come closer and she did. "Between you and me," he whispered. "Loki didn't remember much. He was outta wack, loopy and crazy. He was a disgrace. But me? I can't really remember much before the escape. Everything's fuzzy before that. That's when I started to smite the people too."

Talking in third person I see.

Natasha watched him as he continued, this time talking louder. "There are evil people in this world Nat." Loki looked her up and down. "Like I said with Tony, dunno if you were paying attention or not, but I smite those who have done bad things." Loki stared at her straight in the eyes, which was unnerving because it was usually Natasha who held the glare. "You've done some bad things, yes? I can see it. Your soul is dripping with sin."

Natasha remained neutral, but her voice was rough. She answered back in Russian equally. "I've changed my ways," she said.

His eyes twinkled. "Yes, you have. From killing innocent people to the bad ones. But you haven't stopped killing."

"Neither have you. You've killed more people in one day than I will ever kill in my lifetime. Those poor innocent souls died at your hands."

"Not mine." Loki stepped back, a sad look appearing in his eyes. A look that Natasha didn't know he had. He was whispering now. "You know things Natalia. I think you know what happened too. Look at the footage. Did Loki look okay to you?"

Talking in third person again, Natasha thought.

Loki yawned. "I wouldn't have thought that in a millennia I'd be tired." He said, back in English and then he winked at Nat. "You can leave now. And think about what I said."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

"He is not making any sense." Thor said nervously. "He talks of father with sincerity . . . He does not seem well by my standards. Last time he saw Odin, he swore to kill him."

"Another reason to believe that he's crazy," Clint mumbled. Bruce sipped his coffee. "He keeps talking in third person too, it's something that I've noticed." He took a small peek at Natasha who was looking at him. "So maybe when he was being controlled by the Chitauri, he didn't have full control over himself. And now that he's escaped he can't believe that he did it. That's why he's talking in third person."

Steve nodded to himself. "Seems rational."

Fury sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Stark, did you do an analysis on his body?"

"I didn't find any weird scars or anything, if that's what you mean." Tony said.

"He also didn't confirm or admit that he was tortured." Steve pointed out. "From the feed, it seemed like he completely ignored the topic. He kept talking in cryptic messages or something."

"Or he could be lying. He's the God of Mischief and Lies," Clint said. "Tony just said that he didn't find anything physically."

"He uses spells," Thor cut in quickly. "He would sometimes use spells to cover any injuries he acquired during our hunts. It is called Glam, I believe.."

"He uses makeup? That type of glam?" Clint asked, and Natasha rolled her eyes,

"Nay, Loki uses his magic," Thor pointed out. "Not mortal face paint."

"So does that mean Loki's actually in so much pain, but he's covering it up so he doesn't appear weak in front of us?" Natasha asked.

Thor grimaced. "I suppose so."

Tony threw his hands up in the air. "Well that makes perfect sense," he said sarcastically.

"You know what? Nevermind, I don't care. Romanov, I want you for debriefing. I saw you talking to Loki in whispers." Fury paused, "I want to know what he said."

Clint was staring at Natasha and she stared right back. Steve and Bruce just looked at each other and knew it was none of their business.

Thor stood up from where he sat. "Lady Natasha did he speak to you?"

"It's just Natasha," Natasha said. "And yes, he did talk to me."

Thor glanced at Fury. "May I join this meeting?"

"Sure . . . but only you." Fury looked around at the rest of the team. "The rest of you are dismissed, but keep an eye on Loki."

"Aw! But why can't I go? I want to know what Lok said," Tony complained.

Fury simply stared at him and turned his back.

In the other room where Loki resided, no one noticed that he smirked. Good try Tony, he thought.

….

Once everyone had departed, Fury walked all of them into an empty room where they all sat down. "So," he began looking at Natasha. "I want to talk to Thor about Loki." He glanced at Thor. "Was your brother unstable before he sent the Destroyer after you, about a year ago?"

"He was perfectly normal actually. Little bit lonely if I think about it now, but that was it," Thor answered evenly. Then he looked conflicted. "He was . . . almost always alone."

Fury just grunted, clearly not interested or focused in on Loki's past. "Hmmmm . . . . " Then turned to face Natasha. "What did he tell you when you talked to him?"

Natasha chose to ignore him for a moment and directed her attention at Thor. "Thor, can Loki speak Russian?" she asked.

Fury narrowed his eyes. "Wait a damn second, he spoke to you in Russian? Why would he speak to you in Russian. Did he know you spoke Russian?"

"We can all speak as many languages as there are known," Thor interjected before Natasha could answer or speak back to Fury. "It is called Allspeak," he reassured.

"Okay." Natasha nodded, but she was still skeptical.

"But for that, one would need to at least see the language, and I am not sure if there is even Russian in Asgard . . . " Thor chimed in and paused. "I had never known Loki to speak Russian, but with his level of intellect and the way he studied, I wouldn't doubt his abilities."

"Hold on a second, I know that you aliens can speak this All-speak, but Natasha . . . what did he say?" Fury demanded. "Don't hold anything back, because everything is valuable. "

Natasha actually hesitated. She didn't know how to phrase it, or what to actually say about it. She sighed deeply. "He said that his memory was . . . jumbled up."

Thor raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that he claimed he did not know what he did?"

"He didn't say that deliberately but it seemed like he . . . . wow, I don't even know how to say it. But he kept talking in third person."

"Bruce, or was it Steve? Anyways, one of them two said the the guilt is causing the third person talk," Fury recalled.

"I don't know, it seemed like he was actually talking about another person. I saw his body language and he didn't seem like he was lying. He kept saying the Loki was crazy. . . why would he insult himself?"

"My brother has always had low self esteem ever since we were children. He always kept to himself and thought poorly of himself too," Thor added and then he frowned.

"It still doesn't matter," Fury said. "Let's get down to the point. What did he sa to you?"

"He told me that he killed the people who have sinned greatly. He knew I killed people for . . . nothing basically. He kept saying that if you looked at 'Loki' closely, he didn't seem right."

"Of course he didn't seem right," Fury stated. "Thor claims he was an okay child as a kid, but they he attacked New York City? I'd say that was fucked up."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Gabriel (after only three days of staying with the Avengers, being enclosed in the glass cage of course) thought it would make sense if he would mercilessly pranked them. And them meant everyone close or on the vicinity, because he was The Trickster. It was fun, sure, watching and answering the Avengers questions in rhymes or riddles or simply not answering them at all. But it was getting all boring, and he didn't want to exactly escape yet. Not without causing havoc on S.H.I.E.L.D. Not to mention he knew that they more serious cases to follow up on.

Besides, whenever he was "captured" he always made sure his captors were either left dead or in disarray. But since Gabriel didn't want any enemies, and most of the Agents hadn't really killed for their own personal stuff, he chose the latter. With his incredible powers, and a wave of his hand, hell rained upon the Avengers in wacky ways.

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

"Bruce," Tony began as he walked into the room. His face was neutral but his voice held a bite to it, and Bruce of course noticed this. "What they hell did you do to my suit?"

Bruce squinted at Tony and took a small sip of his coffee. "Absolutely nothing," he deadpanned. "I know I did nothing. Unless it was tripping over the leg, which I hope I didn't dent, right? Is it the dent? You should've have left it's leg out on purpose."

Tony payed no attention to Bruce's revelation. Instead, he continued as if Bruce hadn't spoke at all, which meant something was up. "It had to be you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bruce replied evenly. He was curious himself of what Tony was accusing him of.

"Don't act smart just because you're a genius. Did you know you're not a great liar?" Tony hissed as Bruce nonchalantly took another sip. "I know it was you who drew a giant pink dick on my suit."

Bruce almost choked. "What?" He was gasping, because hello? No way he would do that, and he voiced his thought clearly. "I would never. I'm not indecent or young or dumb for that fact. Are you sure it wasn't you? How many drinks did you have last night? I don't act like the boys now anyways. The inappropriate boys who think that drawing male genitalia on things is funny."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Hardy, har-har. Using complicated words on me Bruce? Trying to act all scientific? I was too busy working last night to even eat my damn cereal. I know it was you. It had to be. Who else has the code to my lab? No one."

This was going to be a long day.

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

"Clint my friend, have you seen Mjollnir?" Thor asked worriedly. "I left it on the couch, but when I returned from the restroom it was simply gone."

Clinton looked up from his magazine."M-what-now?"

"Mjollnir. My hammer," Thor said looking around."It is not where I left it."

"I thought you were the only one who could pick it up?" Clinton asked, confused.

"Only those are worthy can," Thor informed with worried eyes. "Are you worthy?"

Clint barked out a laugh. "Me? Nope. I don't think so. The last time I tried picking up your hammer I almost broke my back."

"Maybe it was The Captain? He would probably be deemed worthy if my father met him."

"Hm, I don't know. Maybe you left it somewhere else? It happens to me all the time," Cling offered and stretched his limbs.

"Nay, Clint. I always leave my hammer where my eyes will look. I cannot find it now." Thor said. He was looking really anxious.

"Did you look around for it?"

"I already know someone took it. It is not on the couch," Thor insisted.

Clint sighed and got up. "Well, it won't hurt if we go and look again will it?"

"The last I saw of it, it was upstairs. It will not be there," Thor informed stiffly. "I have already checked."

"Okay," Clint said and waved him off. "Okay."

Thor himself sighed deeply and followed Clint, telling him where his hammer once lay. And low and behold, when the elevator opened and the pair walked over to where Mjolnir was last seen, it was sitting there on the couch looking mighty suspicious. How can an inanimate object look suspicious?

Thor stood there gasping like a fish, which would have been funny another time. "I swear by Odin's beard, it was not there when I came in."

Clint shrugged. "Like I said, happens to everyone. Don't worry about it."

And before Thor could say that it didn't and never happened to him, Clint zipped across the room, into the elevator, and he was gone.

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Steve had been in the middle of brushing his teeth when the water turned on by itself. He thought nothing of it, because when living in a building where everything was basically technology, it didn't faze him. Besides, Tony would sometimes like to spook him by randomly turning on the lights. And Steve was used to this by now.

He simply moved his brush under the sink to wash it off and turned off the faucet. But when it turned on again, Steve suspected it was Tony. Tony liked to prank him . . .

He squinted around the room, making sure there were no cameras, because not only would that be creepy (ew), but it would be typical of Tony. and when he was sure there were no cameras or Jarvis sneaking up on him, he grew confused. He brushed it off again, because again, living in a building with technology surrounding you had it's cons.

Steve turned the faucet water to lukewarm and continued on to washing his face. He got a towel, dried it and went for the door. But he stopped when the faucet turned on once again. He squinted, looked around the room and went to turn it off. Unfortunately for Steve, his grip somehow managed to slip and he fell with the handle and that was not good.

Steve was looking around wildly as the water started to pool around the sink, and he watched horrified as it continued and started to pour quickly onto the floor. Of course, he tried to put the handle back on, but it was no use, he had broken it.

He noticed when his socks were getting, and then he proceeded to twist his head in a manner that would help him look under the sink.

But (again) unfortunately, an explosion if water hit his face and he was sent sprawling back. Now he was soaking wet, cold and pissed.

He just knew this wasn't going to be a good day ever since he'd gotten up and seen Lok. After regain his composure after the initial shock, he went around and tried to look for some towels, because he needed a towel now. Why were there no towels in the bathroom? It must've been Tony, Steve thought suspiciously.

Only to his surprise, when he went to reach for the door, he found that it was locked. Which was also impossible because it could only be locked from inside. This got Steve's blood boiling because he really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Jarvis," he called out. "Unlock the door. And tell Tony to stop it."

"I'm sorry Captain, but it seems like I cannot unlock the door. I am also sorry to tell you that Tony has nothing to do with this," Jarvis informed sullenly.

Steve groaned and wiped his wet hair across his face. "Tony! I know you're listening! Open the door! Now! This isn't funny!"

"Tony is also unfortunately experiencing troubles of his own in his lab," Jarvis said in all seriousness. "He is not the source of this problem."

Steve groaned again and watched as the water started to pour out the door. "Does this mean I'm cold, wet, and stuck in the bathroom?"

Jarvis stayed silent for a while. "I believe so."

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Natasha was in her quarters when she heard a loud bang in her room. And in that instance she thought it was Tony barging in again and forcing everyone to watch a movie. She sighed, turned off the bathroom lights and headed outside. Only, when she was met by no one in her room, she grew suspicious.

And suddenly out of the corner of her eyes, she saw movement.

It was Tony. It had to be.

"Tony get the hell out of my room, I don't want to go watch any more movies. Even Thor thinks they suck."

No response.

"Tony, I swear if you don't come out behind that couch I'll beat you up with my eyes closed," Natasha threatened.

Still no response.

Natasha sighed irritably and made her way over to the couch. When she got there, she was in for the surprise of her life, because no one was there. Huh. She eyed her room, her eyes quickly surveying the area and when she was sure it was all clear and that no one was in her room, then she decided to talk to Jarvis.

"Jarvis where's Tony?"

"He is in his lab right now, trying to remove painting on his suit."

Natasha raised her eyebrow. "Okayyyy . . . Did anyone enter my room?"

"No, I did not detect any life in your room. No heat signatures or anything of that sort if that is what you were wondering."

"Thank you Jarvis."

"You're welcome."

Natasha spun around and tapped her chin. Okay, now that was weird, she thought. Natasha made her way to her bathroom again, and squinted in the direction of the object or thing or person had just been. But it hadn't been anyone . . . maybe it was her imagination. . . . she really needed to sleep.

Then, that was when Natasha saw the water start to drip from the ceiling and she ran upstairs.

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Two new agents, recruits, fresh out the training were drinking soda in the break room when it happened to them. It wasn't really creepy, just cool at first. (They were young, so obviously cool and creepy were synonyms.)

Agent Amerson had taken a huge sip of her soda when she nudged Agent Z out of nowhere in the ribs. "Hey did you see that?" she said excitedly.

Agent Z gave her a weird look and sighed. "See what?"

"That shadow by the corner. Was it me? I totally had to be a ghost."

"It was you," Agent Z said quickly. "Ghosts aren't real. They're just stories and figments of imaginations. I thought you knew better."

" . . . Wouldn't it have been cool if it were a real ghost?"

Agent Z squinted at Agent Amerson. "No," he said without emotion.

It was then when the tv promptly turned on, and it was Agent Amerson's turn to give Agent Z a look. "We're not allowed to watch television while working," she said stiffly.

"I didn't turn it on. The remote control is all the way over there," Agent Z shot back. "I know we're not allowed to watch tv on the job. What, do you think I'm a moron?"

Agent Amerson kept silent. "What if it was the ghost I saw?" she finally said.

"There are no such things as ghosts."

Agent Amerson sighed. "Just saying it would be cool."

Agent Z rolled his eyes, went to the ottoman where the remote was positioned, and promptly turned off the tv. Then, both of them finished drinking their sodas in silence after that awkward exchange. But, just right when they were about to leave, the tv turned on again.

"Do you think it's automatic?" Agent Amerson asked.

"This place is weird, and yes, I think so," Agent Z said and jogged over to the remote control. He turned it off. "There, we should go before anyone thinks we were watching tv."

Agent Amerson turned around and jiggled the doorknob. "It's locked," she said. "I think it's the ghost."

"Shut up! It's not a ghost, it can't be," Agent Z said wide eyed and jiggled the doorknob himself. "We probably just got locked in. Happens all the time."

The lights started to dim, and the window's simply darkened. Agent Amerson looked around. "Sure," she said. "Sure."

And when the tv turned on again, Agent Z was eyeing his partner. "You turn it off," he said. "I did it last time. "

"No, you turn it off. You don't believe in ghosts, so you're not scared right?"

"Just because I said I didn't beleive in ghost doesn't mean I'm not a little jumpy right now!" He hissed back. "Maybe this is all part of the training. Maybe they're watching us right now, and see how we'll react in this type of situation."

Agent Amerson straightened her back. "You're right." She nodded to herself. "That totally makes sense. You're really smart."

He huffed. "I know I am. Now go turn off the tv."

Agent Amerson made a face. "No way. You do it."

Another eye roll. "Fine." He slowly and lazily made his way to the tv. But just when Agent Z got close to the blank screen, it turned blank. "I guess I didn't have to turn it off after all," he grumbled and inspected the screen.

And then it turned on again, this time, a zombie was on the screen. It was an animation, not spooky at all. But in the end, Agent Z was the loudest who screamed out of both of them.

o-O-o-O-o-O-o

Loki sighed when he saw the Avenger, well minus Bruce. But Fury was there. Don't forget Fury. "I didn't do anything," he said innocently. "I swear on my . . . Father." He fake grimaced.

Thor scowled. "We know it was you. It was all tricks and mischievous. How did you manage to make my hammer disappeared? How? Those chains should be keeping your power locked."

Loki rolled his eyes and looked at Natasha. "Nat, when do you think they'll learn?" He sighed again. "Man, and I thought Tony was smart."

Clint laughed.

"You sonuvabitch. Were you the one who painted a giant dick on my suit?"

Loki shrugged. "Oops," he said with no remorse in my voice. "My hand slipped." And then before Steve could start complaining, Loki easily and swiftly unclasped his cuffs and left Thor gasping and ten other agents in the room pulling their guns."You know," Loki continued, his eyes twinkling sadly, "I think I know why you're brother didn't like you."

Thor was still gaping, but confused features took over his face. "I do not understand. You are my brother."

"Wrong again, Odinson." He looked at Natasha suddenly. "Women are smart. Help them figure it out Nat. I know you know," he sing songed.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, her gun was trained on his forehead. Any movement and his brains would be all over the floor. "And why are you targeting only me? Am I worth anything?"

Everyone was staring at Loki and at Natasha, unsure of what to do. Fury was just looking at the scene. Barton was glaring at Loki and had cocked three arrows, all of them directed at his heart. Steve wiped his wet forehead on his sleeve.

"You? I don't think so. Like I said, women are smart," Loki repeated.

Natasha sent a look to Thor. "Was your mother smart?"

Loki smiled softly. "I have no mother, only one almighty Father."

"And who might that be, if it isn't Odin?" Thor said stiffly. He was moving Mjolnir around in his hands. Loki of course noticed this and pointed at him.

"My Father created everything," was Loki's answer. Then he shrugged. "I didn't want to have to do this guys . . . . buuuut you leave me no choice."

Agents were all looking at the Director, also stiff and waiting for orders to shoot, because Loki was making them all nervous. Fury opened his mouth to say 'rain hell on him,' but before he could Loki flicked his wrist and Thor went flying. Ten other agents fired their weapons, Natasha and Clint fired theirs too. But the strange thing was that all the bullets stopped in midair, with a flick of the wrist from Loki. And they were all frozen in place. No one could move.

Tony cursed at Loki and Steve could feel droplets fall on his face and it tickled.

"Who are you?" Thor asked terrified as he was pinned against the wall. "What are you?" He said once more, his voice desperate.

In all seriousness Loki answered, "I am just the Trickster."

Thor balked. He hadn't said 'brother', not even the verification or confirmation of "I'm Loki." Nope. Just "I'm the Trickster." Thor was blinking rapidly. In that instance he absolutely knew something was definitely wrong. Everyone was panicking, and Loki (Gabriel) could feel it.

And then, Loki smirked and disappeared and everyone fell down.

Reviews really help and are appreciated. ;) Also, I got a 23% on my Chemistry quiz and in America a 23/100 is really not good, so I'm praying my mom won't notice and murder me. (I hate chemistry.) I'm stress eating so much.