TC Stark: Wow, how great was The Avengers? It was like porn; hottest cast ever. I have nothing bad to say about the movie, every dynamic of it was brilliant. This is my first story in this section, but I've written four in the Thor section since I'm obsessed with Loki. Did anyone else love the scene between him and Natasha while he was locked up? That gave me this great idea for a story. It takes place after the movie and will feature Natasha, Loki, and Steve Rogers as the main cast. How cute is Chris Evans as Captain America? And how great was Tom Hiddleston as Loki? I hope you all like my story and I cannot wait to go on this journey with you!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own anything pertaining to Marvel Comics, the Avengers, or the movie or anything. All I own are my ideas.
They are a part of you...and they will never go away.- Loki, The Avengers.
Loki's words filled Natasha Romanoff's head as she kicked at a punching bag in SHIELD's gym. Although the God of Mishief had destroyed one of their headquarters, the organization had many and was working on rebuilding itself. In the mean time she relocated to another in order to keep her body in shape. They may have gotten lucky by defeating the monsters Loki had brought into their world, but that didn't mean she was going to let her guard down.
She was right when she said her and Agent Barton had never trained for something like what had just happened before. In their field, they were considered god-like. SHIELD had never seen agents with such talent as Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Their abilities were unmatched to anyone and were considered legends as Black Widow and Hawkeye.
That was until they had met actual gods. Compared to the powers of Thor and Loki they were just weak humans. And when Steve Rogers was awaken from his frozen slumber, they were reminded what a superhuman really looked like. Sure, she had been able to keep up and thought she had even proved her worth, but she didn't feel worthy.
After years of mental training, she was angry that Loki was able to get into her head so easily. She may have been able to play it off like it was all a part of her plan, but he really had crawled in there. People had tried to talk about her past with her before and it had never affected her this much. Why did some trickster with brother issues bother her this much?
Sensing someone coming closer, Natasha stopped while keeping her eyes forward, "Weren't you here earlier?"
"Keeping your eye on me, Miss Romanoff?"
The former Russian spy turned to see America's first superhero walking towards her. Steve Rogers had pretty much gone on with life the same way he had before Loki had attacked Earth. Captain America had been the nation's most beloved symbol during his time and because of his dedication to his country he had missed out on his entire life. SHIELD felt a responsibility in helping him cope with the new world, providing him with an apartment and helping him slowly learn about new technology.
Her stance was firm and confident, "It's director Fury's orders."
"And you never go against orders, do you?"
Holding her hands behind her back, she nodded, "It's my job."
Steve nodded as he walked past the agent to hang a punching bag from the ceiling before opening his duffel bag. She watched as he wrapped his hands, asking, "Have you been watching the news?"
Chuckling, the captain nodded, "It's like I'm back in my time. Kids wearing the costume and running around with garage pale lids, pretending their shields. Did you know they made toys out of us?"
"Mine makes me looks like one of those tacky troll dolls with the bright red hair." She scoffed.
Natasha was too busy being disgusted to notice the confusion on the first avenger's face. When she finally did notice, she simply explained, "They're awful looking dolls."
"Don't worry, I'm sure Dr. Banner isn't too happy about his."
The agent nodded as she turned to head out the door. Steve stared down at his hands for a moment before running after her, "Miss Romanoff?"
The redhead stopped in her tracks, turning to correct him, "Please, call me Natasha."
"Natasha," He nodded before hesitantly starting to talk, "You know...all I really ever see you do is work out and walk around SHIELD."
Raising an eyebrow, she replied, "It's my job."
"Yea, but...don't you do anything else?"
Steve let out a small laugh before pointing out, "Wow, sounds like what I do. It's like you've also been frozen for 70 years."
Not knowing where he was heading, Natasha folded her arms and tilted her head, "Steve, what are you talking about?"
"I was just thinking," He scratched the back of his head before sighing, "Maybe we could explore together?"
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?"
At this she was truly stunned. For a moment she could have sworn she had become deaf, her ears filled with white noise. Upon seeing him still stand before her, she blinked her eyes, "I-I'm sorry?"
Surely he had known this would be the reaction he would receive. Still, he would have kicked himself for not trying. He owed it to Peggy to at least try, "I know...it's pathetic. But, I took a shot. I just figured we're both sort of oblivious to the outside world and thought we could figure it out together. At least for one night."
Natasha stared at him for a moment warily. Instead of being stunned, she was now on guard. Her arms folded again as she observed him. There was no arguing that Steve Rogers was one good looking man. Not only was his physique attractive, but it was almost cute how nervous he was around women. She could tell right away how hesitant he was to fight alongside a woman.
Still, the agent was not a woman who gave into her animal instincts. Steve had proposed dinner, a sentiment that wasn't often thrown her way. When she was forced to go undercover for SHIELD, she got a lot of offers. Though, they usually were just sexual ones, which she simply rolled her eyes at and pushed away. Stupid men. And when people knew who she really was, she was far too intimidating to be even thought of as a romantic interest.
Eying him up and down, she cautiously asked, "What are your intentions?"
"Ugh," Stunned, Steve gulped, "N-Nothing bad. Just dinner. Maybe a walk even. That's weird, huh? I messed up, didn't I?"
"No," She shook her head, "Tomorrow night. Casual. Nowhere fancy."
Mouth hanging open, the super soldier asked, "Seriously?"
"I don't want to rethink my decision, captain."
Time may have gone by, but Loki could still feel the aches of pain surge through his body as the Hulk threw him around like a rag doll. How did he, the God of Mischief; become so mocked at? How did someone who was far more superior both intelligently and cunningly be bested by a group of freaks? By the misfits?
It was only ironic that he, an outcast himself; would made a fool of by outsiders. It was all wrong. He was suppose to show everyone who he really was and finally gain the respect he deserved. It was those damn alien's fault. Everything had happened too fast. They rushed everything so stupidly. If he had been on his own he could have accomplished it. He should have known better than to work with a group of mongrels.
Thor had taken him back to Asgard in cuffs, showing him off while walking him through the palace. His mouth covered so as not to make remarks at all the staring Asgardians. How could they stare at him like that? The Loki they had known for their whole life, proving he had never meant a damn thing to any of them.
The pitying must have been the worst. The way Thor and Odin looked upon him, pitying his soul. Feeling sorry for the torment he felt every day. Sorry that he had to live with all the pain and despair bottled up inside of him. The looks were you're still a part of me and I will save you. They couldn't save him, none of them could. He was just a lie, a big lie. A joke. A souvenir in exchange for the hope of peace.
Couldn't they see? They would never be at peace. Loki needed a way back into power. He needed to assert himself in some way, not caring what it was. Those fools thought they could repress himself with some useless restraints. For now he would humor them, take the time to figure out his next course of action. This time he would do it the right way; his way.