Kate Poole walked quickly down a darkened alley. She still couldn't believe how she had gotten herself into this mess: putting herself out in the open like this was not her usual style. Kate saw a slight movement in the shadows and jumped. Calm your shit Poole, she whispered under her breath, your a SHIELD agent, not a frightened schoolgirl. She continued her trek down the alley, thinking about how Fury had convinced her to participate in this mission in the first place, until she heard a pair of footsteps behind her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but kept walking. When the footsteps got nearer, she stopped and turned around only to be faced with two brutish looking men pointing guns right at her chest. She put her hands up and addressed the two thugs with a seemingly innocent smile on her face.

"Evening gentlemen." They cocked their guns. "There's no need for those." She motioned towards their firearms, but they didn't move and inch, so she decided to get on with it anyway. "Word around town is that there is a man by the name of Loki who is recruiting people of a questionable nature, have you to heard of anyone by that name?" she paused, and when they didn't respond she added, "You just seem like the kind of men who would posses questionable natures."

Finally one of the thugs answered, "Why do you want to know about our master?" the man and his partner took a few steps closer and thats when Kate first noticed the eery blue color of their eyes. Yep, this two were definitely Loki's.

"Master, is it?" Kate questioned, "Kinky. I didn't think Loki was in to that sort if thing, but he is a power hungry lunatic, so it wouldn't surprise me if he was into the whole..." They changed the aims of their guns from her chest to her head and took a step closer. "God, you two have the sense of humor of a box of hair."

"Tell us what you want with our master, or we'll blow your head off." One thug stated menacingly.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Very well. I wish to offer my services, how ever humble they may be, to your...master."

The two men looked at each other and then back at her, "Very well." The one on the right said before he swung his gun towards Kate's head, and then everything went black.


Kate could hear muffled voices, and then the sound of a door opening and closing in short succession. Before she could think about the fact that she could hear but not see, a bag was ripped from her head and she was briefly blinded by the sudden change of light. While her eyes adjusted to the light, she tried to reach up to evaluate the injury on her head, but found that her hands were bound behind her. She struggled against the bonds for a moment until a voice came from the corner of the room.

"I would not do that if I were you. You will only end up injuring yourself further." Kate stopped struggling and looked towards where the voice was coming from and was faced with a rather surprising sight: Loki himself. She leaned back in the chair she was tied to and regarded the infamous God of Mischief with an appraising eye. He was dressed in some sort of armor, along with leather pants, boots, and some sort of trench coat thing. Although she hated to admit it, Kate thought he looked rather dashing. While she regarded him, Loki stared intently back at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"So you're Loki." Kate stated plainly.

"I am he." He replied, "And who may I ask, are you?" He asked cooly as he took a step closer.

"The names Poole, Katherine Poole." she stated confidently. Loki moved closer so that he was standing directly in front of her, then he leaned down and put his face level with hers.

"My men tell me you wish to join my merry band of mercenaries. Is that true, Katherine?" Kate just stares at him a moment before answering,

"Please, call me Kate." The corners of Loki's mouth twitch with a smile at this statement. "And to answer your question: yes, I would like to join your...group." Loki places his hands on the arms of the chair in which Kate is sitting and leans forward until his lips are inches away from her ear.

"Why." he whispers, his cool breath stirring the hairs at the nape of her neck."

"Why what?" Kate replies breathlessly. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, Loki's nearness was effecting her in very strange ways, but before she could contemplate that fact any further, Loki straitened and stared down at her.

"Why do you wish to join my...group?" he questioned.

"Why did the other men join?" she countered.

"Because I forced them to." He held his open hand out to the side, and suddenly a kind of staff with a glowing blue light appeared within his grasp. "With this." he smiled when he noticed Kate staring at it with a mix of curiosity and horror. "That is what makes your presence here rather curious. You, my dear Kate, are the only one who has volunteered." He turned the staff and pointed it inches from her heart. "Which makes me wonder if I should trust you, because if not, then I shall have to take precautions to ensure your undying loyalty."

Kate stared at the staff in horror. She knew what it was used for, what it could do. Fury had told her all about how Loki had brainwashed both Agent Barton and Dr. Selvig with the same staff that was now inches away from her own heart. She knew if she couldn't make Loki trust her, at least it little bit, that she would end up like both Barton and Selvig: I mindless slave. She slowly raised her blue eyed gaze to meet Loki's piercing green one. Let the ass kissing begin, she thought wryly.

"You don't need that with me, sir." She looked down at the staff and then back up at him. "Trust me."

"And why should I trust you?" he questioned bitterly.

"Because I, like you, have no love for SHIELD and all that they stand for." Loki raised his eyebrows at this statement.

"Explain." He stated, and to Kate's relief moved the staff away from her chest.

"Fury and his agents have stuck their noses into my business one to many times. After a while it wears on ones nerves, along with the fact that it makes doing my job extremely challenging."

"And what job is that?" Loki questions.

"I kill people." It wasn't necessarily a lie. Kate did kill people, but just the bad ones, and only when necessary.

"An assassin." Loki stated with a smirk.

"I prefer the term 'solider of fortune'" she replied

Loki regarded her for a moment before speaking. "Welcome to my army." Kate breathed a slight sigh of relief, but was cut short when Loki added, "But be warned my dear Kate, if I get one whiff of disloyalty from you, I will make you pay...painfully."

They stared at each other for a moment before Kate replied, "Understood, sir."

"Good." Loki smiled menacingly. "Now, for your first job in my service." He walked behind her and cut the ropes binding her wrists. "You will accompany me on a little trip."

"Where to, sir?" Kate asked as she stood and rubbed her chaffed wrists. Loki turned to face her before replying,

"Germany."