Well guys, two chapters in one day. I'm so proud of myself. I wrote this second chapter during lunch and into my french class. My teacher sucks.

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On with the story!

I expected to feel something as I became his guinea pig, but I didn't. I opened my eyes to see Loki's confused face. He tried it again, and again, but each time, he failed.

"I don't think it works." I smiled helpfully.

"Either way, you are coming with me." Loki growled.

"Sir, Director Fury was stalling." Barton pipped in. "This place is about to blow. Drop a hundred feet of rock on us. He means to bury us."

"Like the Pharaohs of old." Fury smiled.

"He's right." Selvig agreed. "The portal is collapsing in on itself. You got maybe two minutes before this goes critical."

"Well, then." Loki mumbled.

Loki looked at Barton, and without a moment's hesitation, Barton shoots Fury. Selvig grabbed the case containing the Tesseract as Barton roughly grabs my arm and pulls me out of the chamber.

We walked for a while, and eventually I stopped struggling. We arrived in a parking lot. Aunt Maria looked confused as I was thrown into the back of the truck with Loki and the Tesseract.

"We need these vehicles." Barton told Aunt Maria.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"He didn't tell me." Barton answered.

Maria looked over at us again before turning and walking off.

"Aunt Maria, its Loki!" I yelled after her.

Aunt Maria dived into a corner and started shooting at the truck. Barton started shooting back and driving off. Maria dived into another truck and started chasing us. Loki held me down as he fired at the roof, causing a cave in. A piece of debris fell and cut me from my shoulder to my elbow. I cried out, which went unnoticed my Loki. We continued driving into the open desert.

I heard the chopper before I saw it. The chopper door slid open, revealing Fury holding a gun. With a look of frustration, he fired upon the truck. Barton slid the truck out of the way. Loki looked up at the chopper, and in a fit of rage, pointed his sceptre, shooting it down. It disappeared onto the horizon, before it burst into flame.

Loki sat back down and stared at me. It was slightly unnerving. I looked at my damaged shoulder, which Loki couldn't see. I untied my hoodie from my waist and pulled it on. We continued driving for hours, until we pulled up in some sort of underground warehouse. Selvig, Barton and the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents climbed out of the truck. Loki got up and jumped gracefully out of the back. I stood up and unwillingly followed him. As soon as I was out of the truck, I had guards holding both my upper arms. My arm hurt as the cut was squeezed, but I showed no sign of pain, because I really didn't care.

The guards lead me after Loki and into a white washed room. Inside were a hospital like bed, a desk, and a door that lead to a bathroom. The guards shoved me onto the bed, and then stood at attention at the door. Loki walked up and crouched in front of me.

"I know who you are, Indiana Hill." Loki smiled evilly. "I know of your visions. And I will use them to my advantage."

"Do I get a say in this?" I asked.

"No." Loki answered.

"Thought so." I sighed. "I am waring you; I'm not easy to break."

"If I fail, Agent Barton will persuade you." He laughed.

"Wonderful." I sighed.

Loki got up and left the room, the two guards followed him. They shut the door and I heard it lock. I knew that I had to avoid sleep if I wanted to slow Loki down. Maybe Tom, or rather Thor, would get his act together and come get Loki, hence saving me. I sighed and got up, walking to the desk. In the different draws were pencils, pens, markers, colour pencils and paper. I put my hands on hips in frustration, and was surprised to feel a bump. I went to the bump, and pulled it out. Somehow, my iPod had managed to survive. I don't know how, but I was grateful.

I turned it on and typed in my passcode, 4-6-3-4, and immediately found out I had no internet access. There goes that plan. I went to the music app and put on my playlist. The lively music played and I immediately came up with a new plan. I can only have dreams when I'm asleep, so I may as well no go to sleep.

I had spent what felt like hours locked up in this white bland room. My music was constantly running, and I was either dancing to the songs or drawing. The drawings were of stuff from my dreams. I had drawn the red skull holding the Tesseract, Thor holding his hammer and Iron Man facing off against a man with electric whips.

At the current moment, I was drawing Loki holding Thor's hand just before he fell into the never ending pit. I had perfectly captured the fear in his eyes, the desperation written all over his face. I stood up and admired my work. Sometimes, I wondered if my ambition to become a teacher was the wrong route. I pushed my chair in and started dancing to Mas Que Mada. Just as the song ended, the door opened and Loki gracefully walked in.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"When are you going to sleep?" He asked.

"When I feel like it." I answered.

"And when will you feel like it?" he asked.

"Maybe when you're not holding me captive." I suggested.

Loki looked at me, completely frustrated. I giggled slightly and calmly walked to my desk.

"So Loki, you want to use my dreams, how about this?" I held up the picture of Iron Man and Whiplash.

"That is not what I need." Loki growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I smiled sarcastically. "Maybe you would prefer this?" I held up the picture of Thor, which just made Loki look angrier. "No? Then maybe this will suit your fancy." This time, I held the picture of the Red Skull and the Tesseract.

"That's more like it." Loki smiled evilly.

"If that's true, I guess you want something that revolves around you and your oh so evil plan." I reached down and picked up the drawing of him. "Maybe this?"

Loki snatched it off me and stared at the picture. I could see the memory run through his mind as he stared.

"Did I get it right?" I asked hopefully.

"Perfectly." Loki whispered.

"Thanks." I smiled.

Loki slowly walked to the table and put the picture down. He turned and looked at me.

"Go to sleep soon, you need your rest." Loki said kindly.

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers were ice cold as they touched my face. He lent down, and lightly kissed me on the cheek, then walked out of the room. I stood there, unable to move.

"Well Loki, if you were trying to throw me off my game, you've succeeded." I mumbled.