The guards didn't even wait for the smoke to clear before they started making their way slowly towards the platform, guns raised. As they walked towards it the figure slowly straightened up and I saw it was a man. His dark hair was longer and he wasn't wearing the same cape and armor but one look at his blue eyes and I knew who it was.
"Oh my God. . . ."
"Sir," Director Fury called, "please put down the spear!"
I had no idea what he was talking about at first, but then I noticed that the man was holding a long staff. It was gold, with a stone at the end that glowed bright blue, illuminating the sharp point of the tip. I vaguely remembered it from my dreams and I didn't have to look too hard to recognize that it was dangerous.
The man looked down for a moment, almost as if he had forgotten he was holding it, then he drew back his arm and a bright blue beam shot out of the staff destroying a piece of equipment and sending half of the guards flying.
I gasped, ducking behind the piece of equipment I was standing by and keeping my head low. I couldn't see what was going on but I heard shouts followed by the sound of gunfire. One of the guards cried out and I peeked around the cart just in time to see someone thrown across the room and hear the sickening crack as he connected with the wall and then slumped to the floor.
I held a hand to my mouth to keep myself from crying out as I surveyed the scene. People lay everywhere. Thrown across the ground from the fight. The man was no longer on the platform, but was across the room standing in front of Hawkeye. His staff was pressed against the agent's heart and I watched in horror as some sort of blue light flowed into him, crawling up his neck before finally settling in his eyes. The man watched for a minute, almost as if waiting for something, then smiled as Hawkeye put his gun away. What was going on?
I watched as the man did the same thing to a few of the remaining guards- the ones that weren't littered across the floor like broken rag dolls- putting them under some sort of spell. I was so busy watching the man that I didn't notice Fury tucking away the Tesseract until someone spoke.
"Please don't." The clip of his British accent just confirmed that this was the man from my dreams. "I still need that."
"This doesn't have to get any messier." Fury said, an attempt to calm the situation.
But the man just smiled. "Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else."
No kidding. I thought as I recalled the strange world from my dream. But something told me he wasn't just talking about distance.
"I am Loki," he continued, "of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose."
"Loki." Dr. Selvig said straightening up from where he had been checking on an injured lab technician, "Brother of Thor."
Loki. The color drained from my face as I realized that the name matched that of the man in my dream. Oh my God. I stepped back, trying to hide myself further behind the equipment but in my hurry I bumped into a cart behind me and it crashed to the floor.
Everyone's heads snapped towards me and I felt my heart sink.
"You." Loki's eyes narrowed as he recognized me. Ignoring the two men he turned and in just three long strides was in front of me. "What on Earth..."
I ducked my head, trying to avoid his eyes but something sharp grazed my chin and I felt my face being tilted up by the tip of the staff. I started to step back but he grabbed my wrist, holding me in place.
"What are you doing here?"
I didn't answer, but as I tried to pull my arm away I felt his grip tighten.
"Did you not hear me?"
I gasped as his nails dug into me, once vaguely realizing that he had asked me almost the same question the night before.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He smirked. "I would ask you the same question. How did you get here?"
"Magic." I spat through clenched teeth, feeling anger bubble up inside of me. How could he just come in here, kill all of these innocent people and then talk to me as if nothing I was nothing more than a bug under his foot? I didn't care who this man was, I would not be talked down to.
Loki chuckled and opened his mouth to say something, but Fury cut him off.
"We have no quarrel with your people."
Loki glanced up, almost as if he had forgotten that Fury was there. Then his face relaxed into a calm expression.
"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."
Fury tilted his head, his eye narrowing. "Are you planning to step on us?"
"I come with glad tidings. Of a world made free."
"Free from what?" I demanded and Loki turned to me, his smile widening.
"Freedom. Freedom is life's great lie. Once you accept that, in your heart-" he paused, turning so abruptly that I almost fell as his grip pulled me with him. He placed the tip of the spear on Dr. Selvig's heart and the man shuttered as the light overtook his eyes.
"No!" I gasped but Loki ignored me.
"-you will know peace."
"Yea you say peace." Fury said. "I kinda think you mean the other thing."
"Sir, Director Fury is stalling." Hawkeye said, making his way across the room to stand next to Loki and me. "This place is about to blow, drop a couple hundred feet of rock on us."
He glanced up and I followed his gaze to see that the portal from which Loki had come was still open above us, a pulsing mass of light.
"He means to bury us."
Fury smiled. "Like the pharaohs of old."
"He's right." Dr. Selvig confirmed, examining the data on one of the pieces of equipment. "The portal is collapsing in on itself. We have maybe two minutes before this goes critical."
"Well then." Loki turned to Hawkeye and before I could even flinch the man brought up a gun and shot Director Fury.
I screamed as Fury crumpled to the ground.
"We must go now." Loki said. "But first-"
He turned towards me and I knew in a second what he was going to do. I fought his grip but even as I struggled he was lifting up his staff, placing the tip of it squarely over my heart. I gasped as an icy chill spread through me, radiating from the point where the tip met my skin, but even as I waited for the light to overtake me, I realized something. Nothing was happening. Aside from the chill there was nothing different. My eyes didn't change and I was under no spell.
Loki's eyes widened and for the first time since he had entered the room he looked genuinely surprised. "What?"
He tried again, touching the staff to my chest but again nothing happened. I struggled, trying again to get away from him, but although he was distracted, his grip remained firm.
"Well." He said, studying me for a moment. "Guess you are coming with us anyway."
"What?" I gasped, the words only sinking in as he began to drag me away. "No!"
I twisted and tugged, bashing at him with my fist but it was no use. If bullets had not worked on this man- if he even was a man- then I doubted my strength alone would. But I still tried, using all of my strength and only pausing when his next words made my blood run cold.
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you." He said. "It's no use."
And I felt my heart sank as I realized that the words he said were probably true.