"I miss you, Jane," Thor spoke into Barton's phone. A smile plastered itself to his face accompanied by some blush. He wandered around the room aimlessly as he spoke to her. He chuckled and glanced out the window overlooking the city. "Jane?" Thor's face scrunched up in confusion. "I can't hear you."

I set my food down and walked over to him, taking the phone away. My eyes searched for the problem as the call ended. I made sure the volume hadn't been turned down or he didn't mute anything. Nothing was wrong. "Hm..." I hummed. The last thing I noticed was he didn't have any service on the phone. "Hey, Clint," I called out.

"What?" Barton questioned as he flipped through the channels on the television. He didn't care to glance over or get up.

I threw his phone towards him and it landed on the couch next to him. "Did you forget to pay the phone bill again? Your phone doesn't have any service."

"That's weird," Clint replied and messed around with the phone.

Steve didn't look up from his book. He sat in the corner of the room next to the window, taking in sunlight. He spoke up, "I paid the bill yesterday for everyone. Clint was too busy yesterday to do it."

"He was sleeping," I pointed out. If that counted as being busy, I was busy most of the time.

"Yeah, I know," Steve replied. He moved in his seat and held his head up with his hand. All of us remained silent for a few moments, curious to know what had happened. Steve furrowed his brow and he put a book mark in the page he was on. His blue eyes glanced up at us and his voice lowered, "You don't think there could be a jammer anywhere, do you? That would mean..."

A loud eruption originated from the windows, glass shattering everywhere. We all took cover and almost panicked. Thor reached his hand out and waited for Mjolnir to fly to him. Barton tucked and rolled over to the small floor cabinet and retrieved a bow and a quiver of arrows. Steve ran to get his shield from his room. I quickly looked up from my position and saw a few Hydra agents infiltrating the room.

I threw fire at them and moved out of Mjolnir's path. Some agents lit on fire and screamed out, flinging their arms around to try to get their armor off. Thor's hammer flew down the hall and into his hand. Thor smacked a few guys in the chest and swung Mjolnir around. Some of the agents flew out of the window and others into the wall. Thor flew out of the window to find out where the agents were coming from.

Barton shot arrows off like no tomorrow. He hit his targets dead on in the chest, arm, head, anywhere he could do some damage. Agents dressed in black armor piled in one after the other, filling the room like a school of fish.

I flung my hand upwards, controlling the agents' guns and throwing them to the ceiling. They all stared at the weapons in wonder before turning their attention back to us. I threw the guns into the corner and attacked. My hands frosted over and froze some of the agents' heads and limbs. They retaliated with a knife and cut me up a bit, but I kicked one of them out of the window and knocked some down.

Steve's shield came out of nowhere and hit the frozen agents. Their limbs shattered into pieces, causing them to either scream from shock or die. The shield bounced off of several walls and back into Steve's hand. He hit some agents in the knees and others in the back. They fell and Steve made sure they were unconscious.

Barton reached for another arrow, but came up with nothing. He unlatched the switch on the bow and it broke into two pieces. He took a piece in both hands and pushed a button. He electrocuted the agents he hit and sent them down to the ground.

Stun baton. Nice edition, Hawkeye.

Steve used hand-to-hand combat after throwing his shield again. I used my powers to put more force into the shield's momentum and made it hit more guys. "Where's everyone else?" I questioned.

"Nat and Bruce took Peter out for dinner. They won't be back for a while," Clint replied as he uppercut a guy in the jaw. He cried out in pain when hit in the rib cage, but retaliated at the agent with an electric shock to the abdomen.

"Good," I said and threw my hands in the direction of the window. I created a portal for the entering agents to fall into and made the other portal outside of the building. They fell all the way down and hit the sidewalk with a splat.

Iron Man walked out of the elevator and pointed his hand at the agents. A sharp sound went off and a blast flamed from his hand. It hit the agents and sent them flying backwards with gaping holes in their chests. "Why did you guys start the party without me? This always happens."

"We had no other choice," Captain America declared as his hand made contact with a woman's stomach. He grunted and was knocked down by another agent.

Hawkeye continued on that thought, "You're always late to make a big entrance anyway."

"True," Tony agreed and blasted a few more agents away.

An agent charged at me and hit me in the head with his fist. I stumbled into the next room and held onto the wall. The guy came at me with a knife, and I quickly kicked it out of his hand and hit him in the rib cage. He eyed the weapon when it crashed against the floor and dove for it. I created a portal, and when he fell through it, I created another one on the other side of the room, making him fly into the wall. His head clashed with the wall and knocked him out.

I breathed heavily and leaned my head back. Why would they invade the tower? Did they think they were going to win? I grabbed the pistol from the guy's belt and checked it for ammo. A whole clip...That could be useful. I stuck the gun between my pants and my back and noticed somebody was standing in the corner of the room.

Loki.

His greased black hair slicked towards the back of his head and his piercing blue eyes observed me. Loki's envy green overcoat adorned with gold armor plating covered the back of his sleek, leather black wrap-shirt and dark pants. His black boots clicked against the floor lightly as he stepped towards me. His low and ominous voice echoed against the walls, "Lilly, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Can't say the same to you, Loki," I remarked. My fingers stretched out and snow flakes flew off of them. I had to be on my toes around him, especially since he's a big part of the destruction that's going to happen. If I could just take him out now... That was going to be harder than I thought. He's lived longer than I have and I'm sure he had tricks up his sleeve.

He locked his hands behind his back. "What? Not happy to see me? Can't say I'm disappointed, though. I don't want to be here either."

I raised an eyebrow and held my hand out. The tips of my fingers turned light blue from the immense cold. "Then why are you here?"

Loki hummed for a second and thought. His eyebrows knit together in a confused state. "You know, I haven't thought about that until now," he murmured.

That was a lie. God of Mischief arrives at the Avengers tower unannounced? This had trouble written all over it.

"Why do you have to be so defensive around me? Scared?" When I didn't answer, he continued, "Thinking about that family you have?"

He couldn't know about that...Right? Unless he's been in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files from before the fall. Fury included it in my file... "Clearly you don't know me. I don't have a family other than Peter."

"And...what's his name? It always escapes me..." He tapped his finger against his lips in contemplation. "Lucas?" My hands curled into fists. "Logan?"

I scowled and chucked ice daggers at his chest. They went right through him, which threw me off. A sound came from behind me and a dagger dug into my shoulder blade. I groaned and kicked him in the leg. My hand brushed against his face and burned him with fire. He jerked away and threw me into the wall.

I groaned loudly. I created a portal in front of me right before he went in for a kick and made the other one behind him. Loki ended up kicking himself in the butt and launched into the portal, falling endlessly into the portal over and over. When I finally got my bearings and got up, I ended the portals existence. Loki hit the floor with a thud and held his head in his hands. "What, never took a trip like that before?" I inquired with a slight smirk.

A Hydra agent came in and threw a knife at me. I dodged it and went in for an attack. My fist came into contact with his shoulder and my knee hit his stomach. The agent yanked my hair back and I shrieked.

"Ouch, that's got to hurt," Loki commented from the sidelines. He wobbled when he stood up, but managed to control it.

The agent took out another gun and aimed it at my face. I grabbed his hand and pointed it at the wall, making the bullet miss me. My ear rang and disoriented me, making my vision blur. I shut my eyes tightly and bit the man's arm. His scream seemed like a distant noise, even when he was right in front of me. I threw the gun into the air and clashed my head against his. He let go of me and lost his footing, falling backwards into the wall behind him.

I held out my hand and used my powers to take a hold of the gun the agent had released. I pulled the trigger and shot the agent in the head a few times, making sure the bullets went through his helmet. I took the clip out and threw the gun away, stashing the remaining ammo in my pant pocket.

Loki's voice boomed against the walls, "Look at what you've become. A monster, just like me. The very thing you want to defeat."

I wiped the sweat off of my brow and put my hands on my hips. The anger inside of me intensified and took over. "No. He was going to kill me. That's self defense." Who is he to tell me that I'm a monster? I'll show him a monster.

He chuckled and tilted his head slightly. He grinned widely, showing off his pearly white teeth. "That's what you think."

Before I could reply, someone else charged into the room. The agent gave me a questioning look with his dark eyes. I charged at the man and kicked him in the arm. It originally was supposed to hit him in the head, but he moved. I hopped onto his back when he turned and kicked the back of his shin forcefully. That move would have taken most agents down, but he still stood.

"Let it all out, my dear Lilly. Don't let the Avengers soften you."

Soften? I...I haven't done a lot since I've been here. I can barely lay a hand on this Hydra agent. They are making me soft. I thought angrily. The agent threw me into the wall and backed away, but didn't do anything else. I ran at him, hands clenched into fists.

Loki watched the fight in anticipation. "You're tougher than them. You were made to be a weapon of mass destruction."

The agent blocked all of my punches, but didn't make a move on me.

"You were created to make blood shed from your victims," Loki added menacingly.

My foot came into contact with the agent's shin, taking him down on one knee. Oh, so now it works? I elbowed him in the shoulder and watched as he fell to the floor. Why isn't he fighting back? I pushed the thought away and took out the pistol. He was going to kill me. I just had to take him out first. I aimed the gun at his head. Sweat poured down the side of my face and dripped down my neck. My erratic breathing didn't help as adrenaline pumped through my veins like there was no tomorrow. Adrenaline was my drug. It felt so good to be that way again, living from moment to moment, not knowing what was going to happen next. It was the thrill of fighting. My mind clouded over and I felt like I wasn't in control anymore.

"Don't shoot me," the man pleaded. His brown eyes widened in fear. His chest heaved for air to go into his lungs and his hands shook as he held them up in defense.

"Do it. Kill him." Loki cheered me on from the corner of the room. His icy blue eyes watched me intensely and his lip twitched in satisfaction. His voice boomed in the room, "Kill him!" My hand coiled around the gun tighter and my finger danced around the trigger. I almost gave in to Loki's commands until something went horribly wrong.

The magic switched off and instead of a Hydra agent laying on the ground begging, it was Steve.

I paled instantly and dropped the gun. Steve caught it before it had the chance to go off and aimed it in Loki's direction, but he disappeared. My hands began to shake as I stumbled backwards, trying to get a grasp on what just happened. My hazel eyes looked around frantically. It was a trick. That's what Loki wanted. He wanted me to take out someone in the group, or at least stick us against each other. My stomach churned and my insides burned. I had to force air to go into my lungs before I managed to whisper, "I'm...I'm so sorry...I didn't know..."

Steve set the gun down and put his hands in the air towards me. His blue eyes locked onto mine and his face settled in a painful expression. "It's okay," he said soothingly. Steve took one step towards me and tried not to scare me off.

That was the thing, though. It wasn't him I was afraid of, or this moment. It wasn't how easily tricked I was into doing whatever Loki wanted. What scared me was...well, me. I sprinted out of there and headed towards my room.

"Lilly!" Rogers called out as he trailed behind me. His boots clinked against the tiled floor loudly as he dodged all of the bodies and glass laying on the ground.

The way he yelled my name rang in my ears. I wanted the first time of him saying it to be in a calm manner, and definitely under better circumstances. Maybe after our next coffee date or in a whisper to get my attention during a movie. Maybe he could have said it in a sweet way after he complimented me or told me how he truly felt about me. Maybe he would have said it after telling me straight up that he had feelings for me.

No.

The first time he said my name was right after I almost shot him square in the face. My bedroom door slammed shut and I locked it immediately. I backed away from it and waited a few seconds. My hands ran through my hair and pulled at it stressfully. I almost killed Steve. I would have been the team-killing monster. The press would have a field day...'New Avenger Murders Captain America'...'The One Who Shot Our Beloved Hero'..."Woman Slaughters Freedom and Everything it Stands For'...Who knows how many team members I could have killed.

Steve slid across the floor and hit his fists against the door. "Lilly, open the door." He tried to use the door handle to open it, but it wouldn't budge. He banged on the wood with his hands and toned his voice down a bit, "Lilly, please, open up."

Rogers could have easily broken down the door, but he didn't. My eyes glanced down at my hands. I almost killed the guy I like...No one would forgive me...Not even myself... My heart sank. I shut my eyes tightly and moved my lips to cry out and scream, but nothing came out. I felt fire spread from the end of my palm to my finger tips. The flames licked the ends of my fingers and spread farther and farther down my arm until it reached my elbows. The feeling of getting stabbed in the heart with shards of glass came over me. Everything hurt. A few minutes ago, I was on top of the world's best adrenaline high. Now...now I was at the bottom in a pain I hadn't felt in years.

Steve kept trying to get inside of my room. His voice went through stages of tones from anger, to calm and collected, to sadness all in twenty minutes. Rogers said he'd take me for a walk. Get some fresh air. Maybe have another cup of coffee. He'd tell me more war stories or how much he wanted to hear more about my family. "I'll do anything. Anything. Just please...come out." He tried to get me to consider opening up because everything was alright. Everything would be fine.

It wasn't. Everything would be fine? I nearly blasted his brains out. Nothing was fine, or anywhere close to it. I couldn't just go out and have coffee to calm down and laugh about this later.

I don't know my limits. I'm chaotic. Waves of the bodies of my victims fill the road I've journeyed on throughout my life. How could I think I was something good? I'm nothing more than a monster. A weapon created to end all of those I love. Something parents told their children about at night to scare them. Nothing more. Nothing less. After all, that's what Stryker created me for.