I sat, leaning back in my chair and idly sipping a good ass rum and coke (courtesy of Tony.) Steve was looking as on edge as he had when he'd come to retrieve me from the cell room. Natasha was silent and looked deep in thought. I was growing more bored by the second.

"What's up with you soldier?" I asked, leaning over to flick his arm. For a moment he didn't answer me but his eyes locked with mine, before flitting down to my neck. I subconsciously raised my shoulders, wondering if the marks from my only slightly violent encounter with Loki were showing.

"Steve," I prompted. Snapping my fingers in front of his face.

"You shouldn't have been given this mission. It's too dangerous." He said flatly still not moving his eyes from my neck. I opened my mouth to retort when Natasha came to my aid. "She's fine Steve. She can handle herself." I nodded at Natasha before beginning my own little rant.

"Nothing happened! I'm literally sat on my ass for hours for god's sake. What the fuck is dangerous about that." I laughed, swirling an ice cube around my glass. "What's dangerous is him Ace. He strangled you."

"Which I handled...? With a more than expertly aimed kick to the balls may I add." I replied smirking. "Plus how did you guys even know about that?" I regretted asking that immediately as my eyes landed on a little monitor that was currently displaying what looked like Loki, pacing about in his cell. "oh."

Steve opened his mouth, about to argue with me but Natasha interrupted again. "Training, Ace?" I nodded and leapt to my feet, making my way to the door after Natasha. I hated how protective Steve was over me. How was I ever going to fight alongside them if he thought playing minecraft for hours in the same vicinity as a criminal was 'too dangerous.'

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I growled in indignation, slapping the floor with my palm as Natasha released me. We'd been training for hours and I'd had my ass handed to me more times than I'd care to admit. "You're distracted again Wilson." She voiced flatly, holding out her hand to help me up.

I ignored it and pulled myself up, spitting the blood from my mouth onto the floor. "Oh fuck bring up my sleeping routine again I dare you." I panted, walking over to my towel to dry the sweat off my brow. Natasha only laughed "Maybe I will. You tend to fight better when you're mad." I shook my head, grinning, and glugged some water from the bottle I'd brought

"Then by all means, bring in Steve to rant about my safety a little more. I'd work amazingly." She let out a low laugh and walked over to me. "You should've seen him when you'd decided to zap yourself right into the cage with him." She stated, raising an eyebrow at me. I snorted. "Ha, I'm surprised he didn't storm in, waving his little frisbee around."I retorted, smirking as I pictured Steve, flinging a tiny plastic frisbee to bounce off Loki's head.

"He almost did....I had to physically restrain him and drag him back to the monitor to show him how you'd got out relatively unscathed whilst Loki's sperm count had dropped considerably." She admitted, sending me an approving smirk.

"Thanks," I nodded at her, grateful for the fact she let me handle myself and fight my own fights. I got up, dusting myself off and backed up into the centre off the training room. "Well now that little moment of sincerity is over-" I began, flexing my shoulders as she too got up. "Care to get taken the fuck out?"

She laughed once, then lunged, aiming a kick to my head which I dodged swiftly. I focused on my strengths of being able to dart around people given my short and slight figure and I ducked under her right hook. I slid under her outsretched arm and delivered a strong punch to her side which knocked her off balance. I took advantage of this slight open window, twisting her arm behind her and attempting to knock her knee in so she'd fall. Instead she tightened grip on the arm i was using to hold hers and effortlessly pulled me in front of her on my knees. Thinking quickly, I grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled with all my might, sending her onto the floor. I quickly straddled her, kneeling on her arms as I pushed my forearm into her neck, panting. I'd won this round.

"Where the hell did that come from?" She retorted, but I could tell she was fighting a grin. I shook my head, smirking and got up off her. She took the hand I offered and pulled herself up, eyeing me up and down.

"Here comes the part where you claim you were going easy on me." I commented bluntly, gesturing with one hand and flexing the sore knuckles of the other. "I wasn't." She admitted, raising an eyebrow at me, " And that's the most concerning part."

I smirked at her, pulling my hair from the ponytail and ruffling it to loosen out any kinks. "Are we finished? I need to have a quick word with Fury." I asked, slipping my Doc's on and turning to look at her. "Yeah that should be good for today." She called out, walking to where the practice dummies were to do some training of her own.

"You did well today, Ace." She voiced and I turned to nod and smile at her, before leaving to tell Fury of my plan.

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"Sorry what?! Agent Wilson can you repeat, I'm not sure I heard that correctly?" I rolled my eyes and sighed, Fury was taking this exactly how I'd expected him to...badly.

"It's not that bad of an idea really though is it." I challenged raising my eyebrows and spinning in my chair. Seriously they should not have spinny chairs where I'm involved. "I for one think it's a terrible idea." A voice piped up. I glared at Tony, before flicking my hand and causing his drink to topple off the table and smash on the floor.

"Now someone's gonna have to clean that up." Fury commented flatly, raising an eyebrow.

I frowned at Tony. "You really shouldn't place your glass so close to the edge." I scolded, shaking my head and grimacing. "Can it, canterbury tales." He quipped and I snorted. "I'm from Brighton?"

"Will both of you shut up." Fury yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.

"Now, Agent Wilson. Please repeat your ridiculous plan again." He ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes. Ridiculous plan my arse.

"Loki has a lot of skill. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out he is....well.. a genius." I began, hearing a snort from Tony and silencing him with a glare. "I feel like just trapping him in that cage does us no good. He could help us with various things like getting birdi- Barton back." I stated, leaning back in my chair.

Fury raised an eyebrow. "Are you forgetting that he killed 80 people in two days? And you want to remove him from the cage that stops him from being able to....kill people." I smirked. Of course I'd thought of that. "We could use the chip tony designed for-" I trailed off, eyeing Banner warily. He was sat in the corner of the room at a desk. He didn't look up but I could tell he knew I was talking about him.

"Tony, do you still have it?" I asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to make Bruce any more uncomfortable than he already was no doubt. He nodded slightly. "Chip? what chip?" Fury asked, following our gaze to stare at Banner. Real inconspicuous. I'm sure Bruce had no idea we were all talking about him.

"It's a microchip, embedded in the neck. It sends 40 volts of direct current through whoever has it if they come into close contact with another person or venture outside of whatever boundary is set for them." I explained, seeing Bruce wince slightly in the corner of my eye.

Fury absorbed this information, narrowing his eyes at me. "I think you're dumb." Tony stated and I sent him a glare. "This is no common criminal we're dealing with. Plus we only just got him inside that damn cage." He continued, leaning back in his chair.

"No. I'm curious to see this plan in action." Fury commented quietly. My jaw dropped to the ground in surprise. Did I just hear that correctly? Me and Tony just stared at him in shock. "But if he escapes it's on you Wilson." He added and I scoffed.

"Its on me anyway." I commented flatly. "He's promised to kill me as soon as he gets the chance."

"One other condition, Wilson." Fury began. "You continue to watch over him...at all times." Tony snorted and I grimaced. Seriously? "Another babysitting job?" I retorted. "God, I was unaware SHIELD was actually a kindergarten." I grumbled. "Ok fine, deal. Whatever."

"You should have him on a leash." Tony snorted. "Oh and get him a dog collar as well, that would be hilarious." Tony laughed to himself. I crumpled my nose up at him.

"Okay that's definitely some kind of kink of yours." I commented, grimacing at the lewd images that took over my mind non consentually.

He flipped me the bird as Fury sighed, getting up from his desk to leave. I snickered at Tony's peeved expression."I trust you not to fuck up Wilson." Fury called out, turning to leave. "Don't make me regret that."

"I probably will." I muttered to myself, lowering my head to the desk to rest on my arm. "What have I done Tony." I whispered dramatically. Maybe I'd been wrong about this whole thing. I mean....he literally tried to choke me to death. How the fuck was I supposed to shove a chip in his neck without him snapping me in half. Which he could pobably do by the way.

"Cap's gonna be so pissed." Tony sung, poking me in the back of the head. I grunted at him and nestled further into the crook of my arm. "Steve can be pissed all he wants." I murmured, my voice muffled.

"Why would I be annoyed?" I heard a familiar voice pipe up as a door opened. I groaned into my arm before lifting my flushed face and inhaling cool air again. "He wants to release Loki." I stated grimly, pointing a finger at Tony.

Tony's mouth dropped open as he glared at me, before quickly regaining his composure and firing back.

"Only because she's pregnant with his child." He shot back and I physically convulsed. "whAt?!" Steve and I yelled at the same time.

Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly frustrated at the lack of answers. "someone tell me what's going on?" I glared at Tony furious. "Really? Me sleeping with the enemy?!" I scowled. He shrugged nonchalantly, opening up a bag of cheetos. "I wouldn't put it past you." He replied flatly. I scowled, "excuse you, I'm as pure as a fucking saint." I replied, flipping him off.

"Ace." Steve warned. I turned to him, finally acknowledging him at the scary tone of his voice. "Tell me what's going on." He said darkly. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to be serious as his face told me he was not in the mood for my bullshit.

"I asked Fury to let Loki out of his cell under my supervision." I stated blankly, my face completely neutral. His face immediately darkened. "What? Why the hell would you do that?"

I took a deep breath in, trying to phrase the next sentence in my head to sound the least stupid.

"I think he could be of use to SHIELD. Knowing what he knows about the tesseract and all that." I stated blankly, using my news presenter tone. Steve scoffed, sitting in a chair across from me. He sent me a glare. "Fury will never agree to this Ace, Do you have any idea how dangerous this guy is?"

"He already has." I replied flatly, watching Steve frown in confusion. "I know what I'm doing Steve, We're not just letting a high class criminal prance about the place." I explained. "We're going to use one of Banners chips to stop him harmimg anyone or escaping."

Steve sat back for a minute, just absorbing my words and thinking. "And what about weapons? He doesn't need to be near someone to send a bullet through their head."Steve commented, raising his eyebrow. "We're programming the chip to not allow entrance to the weapons vault, control room or any dorms other than his own. It also inhibits his magical ability if that was going to be your next question." He clenched his jaw, signifying that had indeed been his next question.

"How did Fury agree to this?" He asked instead, clearly as surprised as we were at Fury's quick compliance toward my idea. Tony snickered and I sent him a look. "Well, it's all because little ghostie here's been assigned to babysit him...24/7."

Steve frowned. "What?" He muttered, his voice low and his bright cobalt eyes boring into my own. "You're really going to put your life at risk for the sake of this stupid idea?" He queried and I sighed, exasperated. "Haven't you listened to anything I just said?" I cried, grinning in disbelief and slapping my hand onto the table.

"He. can't. Physically. Touch. Me." I ranted, clapping at every word to emphasise my point. Steve threw me a look. "He tried to kill you already." He stated simply, gesturing to my neck. "I wouldn't doubt that he'd try it again." Tony choked on his drink, causing me to turn and look at him. "Loki did that?" He pointed to my neck. "Yes." I huffed, rolling my eyes. "Talk about slow on the uptake." I muttered and Tony scoffed. "huh. And you make fun of my kinks?" He drawled, sipping his glass. Me and Steve both turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Jesus Tin face. Thats bad even for you." I quipped, grimacing. "Miss Wilson?" A voice called and we all turned to look at the small blonde agent who'd just entered. I raised my hand to show her it was me she was looking for. "Yeah, that's me."

"This isn't role call, poltergeist." Tony snorted and I sent another folder flying into him.

"Fury would like to speak to you. If you could just follow me." She stated in a high voice. I nodded, sighing and got up from my chair. "See you guys later I guess." I said, moving past them to follow the girl. Steve grasped my wrist, stopping me and turning me around. I stared deep into his blue eyes that were filled with concern and worry as he spoke.

"I don't want to bug you like this, I just care about you a lot. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." He admitted, his brow furrowing. I couldn't be pissed at him. He knew that. He was one of the few who did care and I wasn't about to change that. Never mind the fact that I also cared about him a lot too. It was hard not to.

I nodded, ignoring Tony's gagging sounds from behind me. "I know Steve. I promise I'll be okay." I replied softly, gently slipping my hand from his grasp. "You know I won't hesitate to kick him in the dick again." I added and Steve let out a small chuckle, his features softening slightly. Then, I left, slipping out of the doorway to sprint after the agent.

She led me through corridor after corridor, never stopping, never slowing down. I'd begun to believe this was secretly the tardis and that these tunnels went on forever.

Eventually we stopped outside what looked like a lab and she gestured for me to go in. I frowned, then gave her a small nod and walked in. My heart rate immediately doubled when I laid eyes on the room.

"Agent Wilson, you're here." Fury commented, turning from the scientist he'd been talking to to acknowledge my presence. "Yeah, you did call for me." I replied dryly, not taking my eyes off the machine, sat by an elevated chair in the corner of the room.

I fought to keep my breathing steady as a slight panic crept through me. I wasn't quite used to the feeling. After becoming a trained agent at age 15 I'd stopped fearing things as much as I had. Given that I'd spent most of my childhood in a state of constant panic and anguish, it'd been a nice change.

But now, as I watched the machine being prepped, I couldn't staunch the heavy flow of recollections streaming into my mind. This machine was the one that had broken me only last month. This machine that in theory I feared. But I knew it wasn't exactly the machine that terrified me.

It was the memories I'd forgotten that it brought forth.

"I thought you could get your assessment over and done with as soon as possible." Fury explained, gesturing to the set up. "Depending on how much data we're able to collect, you may be finished after five more of these sessions."

Five? I'd only gone through three of these before, and clearly that had gone swimmingly. I bit back my concern and nodded at him. "Okie Dokie Nicky." I drawled, giving him a classic faux bright smile.

"Don't call me that." He warned sharply, then swiftly exited the room.

I strolled over and sat myself on the chair, crossing my legs underneath me and staring at the scientist who was tapping away at the computer. He had barely acknowledged me at all since I'd entered the room apart from when he'd nodded toward the sticky patches I was to place onto my temples.

I did so, scraping my hair back and laying them carefully on either side. My head began to pound as soon as the patches had come into contact with my skin, my neck prickling with goosebumps as I fought the urge to rip them off and run out of there...fast.

"Do you usually get a countdown?" The guy asked, not even looking at me. "Uh yeah usually." I croaked, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. "Uhhm, ok well I don't count down usually." He called over his shoulder. "I guess I could today."

I frowned. Was this guy for real? "Yeah, thank you. I know how annoying and tedious it can be to call out a couple of digits before you fry someone's brain." I commented dryly. "Yeah I guess." He muttered, clearly not detecting my sarcasm. I scoffed. This fucking asswipe.

"Okay I think we're ready." The guy stated, turning and finally looking at me. "Try and refrain from lashing out during this experiment. You could damage the machine." He warned, completely serious.

fuck your machine.

"Okay...3...2...and-" I didn't even hear him utter the final digit before a painful jolt passed through my body and I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth. Every muscle in my body was tensed and I bit my tongue hard until I tasted blood, to stop myself from groaning in pain.

Memories flashed through my head at sickening speeds, some of which were mine; some of which were other people's; some of which may have been fabricated by my mind and my dreams. All of them however, were agonising. I watched deaths, heartbreaks, people I knew dying, people I knew in agony. I watched and rewatched my brother's death, each rendition cutting further into my heart as I remembered the raw grief.

My heart shattered over and over as I witnessed this sadistic chain of despair, each one ripping into me more than the last. I watched myself stroking the cold face of a deceased child with hands that did not belong to me. I watched 12 rounds of bullets pummel into an old man's body just a couple of feet in front of me.

I cried out when a distubing image of Steve, lying bloodied and battered on the concrete presented itsself. He was pale and clearly not breathing, his blue eyes glazed and unseeing.

I hadn't even realised I was screaming until everything just stopped. Everything went silent apart from my weak yelling and the faint whir of machinery.

I panted, my breathing ragged and laboured. My heart drummed against my chest rapidly and I tried to swallow but my throat was hoarse and dry. As I pried open my eyes, I was aware of a mighty pounding in my head that caused me to wince and squint against the harsh white lighting of the lab.

The scientist regarded me with a blank expression before turning to tap something into the computer. I ripped off the patches and threw them onto the machine after unclenching my hands from my knees and finding little crescents indented deep into my legs from biting my nails into them.

"Careful with that!" He hissed taking the patches and gently laying them on the side. "This machine is incredibly expensive and has taken years to create." He scolded, still not sparing me a glance.

I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead with the sleeve of my jacket and glared at him. This guy was worse than the last one. The scientist studying me previously had been skittish and ultimately terrified of me so he just let me do what I needed to do and offered me water and such when I needed it.

This fucker however, was in dire need of a slap. And if he spoke to me like that again. I could guarantee he was gonna get one. Little bitch cared more about the stupid piece of shit that was torturing me than the fact I had been screaming in pain previously, and was now shaking uncontrollably and fighting the urge to puke.

I stuck two fingers up at him from behind his back and attempted to slide off my bed.

I wavered as my feet hit the ground, my vision suddenely fizzling out and my legs trembling. I'd forgotten about this part. I patiently waited for the deafening thumping in my ears to fade out and my vision to return before making my way to the door, wobbling and stumbling a little.

After a while of making my way through endless corridors, using the floor plans on the wall to help me locate my dorm, my legs had stopped trembling so much though my hands still shook violently. I could've teleported to my room but I felt like having a walk to clear my mind. It would've been great to step outside and get some fresh air but being thousands of feet up in the air, there wan't really an oppurtunity for that.

I pushed the traumatic images still flashing through my brain to the back of my mind as I walked. Tonight would be tricky. Even if I did manage to get to sleep, no doubt I'd be plagued with the images in even more depth. I was glad I'd brought my laptop so I could distract myself with brooklyn 99.

"Poltergeist?" A voice called out from the end of the corridor. I turned, quickly folding my arms to stop my hands quivering. Tony walked slowly toward me, the ubiquitous glass of whisky in his hand. "Tony." I replied, leaning against the wall and crossing my ankles.

"You look like shit." He commented flatly, peering down at my pale face and frowning. "Thanks." I quipped. He looked me up and down then, taking a sip from his glass and frowning. I waited, expecting him to ask about how I'm sleeping, given the fact I probably had, insane eyebags and I was biting at my lip roughly.

Instead he raised an eyebrow at me. "Why are you shaking? do ghosts normally get cold?" He commented, poking my shoulder warily. I let out a weak laugh. "Just a little." I replied, smirking slightly. He returned the smile just a bit but said nothing. I could tell he was waiting on me to answer his first question.

"I was doing some training with the punchbags." I lied easily, rolling my shoulders back and cracking my neck. "Clearly I've gotten used to sitting on my ass and this was a bit of a shock to the system." I laughed, gesturing to my shaking hands and legs.

Tony nodded a bit, looking up as if he was thinking about something. "Want a drink?" He asked, raising his glass. "You look as if you need one."

I snorted. "Again, thanks." I replied dryly. "I actually should be getting back to my room. There's a couple of Loki related things I need to go over before I go to sleep." I droned, grimacing.

"I should have the newly programmed chip ready by tomorrow afternoon." He voiced, pointing at me and taking another sip of his glass. "Cool thanks, Tony you're the best." I grinned turning to go. "I am aren't I? oh hey ghostie?" He called and I stopped, turning back "Yeah?"

"Don't overwork yourself." He ordered, raising his eyebrows at me. "I won't. I can assure you my lazy ass will make sure of that." I replied, before turning and teleporting myself back into my room.

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End of chapter two

Hey I know 0 people are reading this but just to ask you guys, If you are... please drop a comment I would appreciate some feedback

I'm working on making Steve a little less brooding and grouchy as it seems a little OOC

I also can't help but feel Tony's also a little out of character so ima try to fix that in the next chapters.

Please lmk if you think any of the other characters (especially Loki) aren't really acting like they usually would e.g Tony being serious or Fury giving out hugs. I hate when ppl do that in stories so I'd rlly like to make mine as close to their persona's in the film.

love you guys xx