littlemisssyreid:

“Broken”

You had been sat here for a few hours now – solitary. Stark Tower had become the base of operations for the Avengers whom you had reluctantly joined. Your reputation for insane combat skills and your tough exterior got you onto SHIELD’s radar – though not necessarily in the best way. The only reason you were not chained up and left in a rotting cell was because you were more useful working with the Avengers than against them. You neither liked them or disliked them – they were your team-mates; colleagues and nothing more.
Their relationship with each other, on the other hand, was more jovial than you cared to think about so when Stark suggested playing a game of cards, you retreated from the room forthwith. On one of the upper floors, you sat at the bar with a glass of whiskey that you swirled slowly around the glass. You were used to your own company and found that time alone with your thoughts was valuable. However, being frequently in the company of the Avengers had begun to acclimatise you to being around people. It irritated you that you were beginning to miss the sound of laughter and conversation when you were usually so content without it.

As you sat, silently scolding yourself for wanting company, somebody entered the room. Their entrance would have been almost unnoticeable had you not felt the hairs on the back of your neck shift slightly at the displacement within in the room. Placing your glass down gently, you waited a few seconds until you could be sure the person was behind you. When they were, you pushed back off the chair and threw your leg up in a kick that collided with the chest of the assailant.
You watched as their figure flew backwards through the air before hitting the pillar in the middle of the room where they slumped down. Their long hair covered their face so that it took you a minute to determine who it was. With a quick flick of the head, the man was able to reveal his face to you.

Loki.

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