At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Fury paced back and forth in the meeting room, not taking his eyes of the screen. The Avengers weren’t answering him over their earpieces, and the door on that stupid warehouse was closed. He clenched his fist. That girl… what was she up to?
Fury looked up at the door. “Agent Hill. We have a possible… complication. They followed the tiger into an empty warehouse. The doors closed after them, while the tiger escaped out the back.”
“The simplest, easiest, dumbest, most obvious trick…” Agent Hill growled, rolling her eyes. “What do you think we should do?”
Fury sighed, his eyes once again on the screen. “The only thing we can do.” He put his finger to his ear. “Thor? I need you in the meeting room.”
“You won’t get away with this,” Natasha declared, gritting her teeth. Could he tie those dumb ropes any tighter?
Loki gave a low laugh, a sneer on his face. He tugged sharply on the end of her rope. “Really, you ‘heroes’ never can come up with something witty to say. You always say that.”
“And it’s always true,” Steve pointed out. His hands were already tied, along with his ankles, and Loki had tied him to a metal chair. Which of course the magnet picked up.
Loki smirked. “Not this time. Although it does concern me that Thor is not here.” He shrugged, his eyes twinkling in evil merriment. “No matter. I believe darling Aila will be a match for him, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow in Natasha’s direction as he strapped her to a metal chair and gave it a shove towards the magnet. She landed next to Stark, whose metal suit had been removed so he could be treated in a similar fashion. Hawkeye and Steve were both on her other side, and the Hulk was secured in a gigantic metal cage, although he was still unconscious.
“Loki?” that familiar, musical voice called from the far side of the warehouse.
Loki whirled around. “Aila! You were supposed to—”
“I did what you told me to,” she replied, lifting an eyebrow as she stepped into view. “I went out the back door. You didn’t say I had to stay out.”
Loki let out a frustrated sigh and put his hand on her arm gently. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic gentleness and softness she was seeing in him now. The others looked equally bewildered. “Aila, this is no place for you right now,” Loki insisted softly. He paused and glanced over at the Avengers, stuck securely to the magnetic wall. He lowered his voice. “I told you I wanted revenge. This is my time, and I’d prefer that you not witness any, how shall we say this, extensive violence?” He tapped her nose gently with his finger.
She shrugged his hand off her arm. “Don’t worry about me, Loki. Besides, you need me here to help in case SHIELD plans a rescue mission for some reason.”
Loki let out a low chuckle. “I’m not worried about SHIELD. After all, I have plenty of hostages,” he said, motioning to the wall. “You need not be here, darling.”
“Darling?” Cap asked incredulously. Stark seemed to suddenly have some sort of throat problem, as he was choking and coughing. Natasha and Clint simply stared at Loki.
“He has a heart. An actual, real, emotional heart,” Natasha finally stammered, her voice laced with disbelief.
“I’m beginning to feel insulted…” Loki growled threateningly, his eyes narrowed.
“But, dear, I thought you wanted people to think you were heartless,” Aila said, her lovely brow furrowing with confusion. “This means that you accomplished that. You fooled them.”
A slow grin spread across Loki’s face. “Oh, sweetheart, you always know how to cheer me up.” He traced his finger along her jawbone and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I’m gonna throw up,” Stark grumbled, changing his position in his chair.
Loki gently pushed Aila towards the door she came out of. “At least stay out of the room, honey?” She left, and Loki turned to the magnetic wall. A man walked into the room and handed Loki a knife and a short dagger. He smirked at his hostages. “Who wants to go first?”