Songs:
Isolated System (The 2nd Law) ~ Muse
Run Me Out ~ Zola Jesus

I lounged back onto the couch in my room. The walls were a dark grey and shaped in interlocking hexagons. From my research, they were built to withstand, I quote, a hulk-sized force and supposedly was supposed to create a field of telepath energy which was supposed to dull abilities with the mind, including, but not limited to; telekinesis, ergokinesis, materiokinesis and other telepathic abilities.

My room was modernly but minimally furnished. It had the same grey and metallic pallor of all of SHIELD's property.

Two years ago, after I'd touched the cube, which I now know to be the Tesseract, fourteen-year-old hacker, me, had been taken into SHIELD's custody.

Prisons. She corrected.

I'd developed a case of a loathing alter-ego who called herself the Lunar Castor and whose long term goal was to eliminate, or rule humanity, whichever was easiest. Like my brother, the Lunar Castor was triggered by a high blood pressure brought forth my intense emotion. A deep contrast to me, she had pale blonde hair with the occasional strand of silver. Her eyes were a metallic blue that, from what I'd been told, glow with the use of her abilities. Mine were just a dull green, ringed by brown. She was slender and lean like a female lioness whilst I had a slight pear shape and slightly tanner skin colour. She'd appear in different outfits to suit her needs, instant wardrobe was one of her cooler features, however they were always set in a moonlight blue and white colour.

The Lunar Castor, unlike Bruce's Hulk, had more mental adaptations with her abilities. Sure she was alluring and beautiful, but she was also deadly. Genocidal deadly. Within a single though, the Lunar Castor, in control could kill thousands of people. She could teleport small distances, had an uncontrollable ability of ergokinesis but more often, telekinesis.

However that was my job, to make sure she never escaped. Was never free.

This instantly put us against each other in a fight for control. A constant battle. Lunar Castor knew me well, what infuriated me and slowly, but surely, she would work away at my temper until it became uncontrollable. Annoyance and distraction were usually her first steps.

SHIELD had kept me under lock and key for the past two years, not only were my extraordinary hacking skills a problem but the threat of the Lunar Castor, or who I sometimes called Castor, made me highly dangerous. Shortly, after physically recovering from my incident (I was paralysed for days) they shipped me off to be dissected and studied so that I wouldn't become a danger to humanity.

You should kill them. Castor said.

Humanity?

No SHIELD, who are you going to rule if humanity is dead? Castor was probably mentally facepalming about the incompetent evil planning of human beings.

I don't want to kill SHIELD though. I replied. If I kill SHIELD then I'll become the most hunted person on the face of the planet.

Then kill the others as well. Castor replied smugly. I've got our plan all figured out.

Your plan, I reminded her, and you wondered why SHIELD didn't want to let us go.

Your no fun, Castor complained. It's been almost a year since I was free, have I been in control for a year? No. It's not fair, I have rights!

No you don't, because as far as the world knows, alter egos don't exist.

Castor stamped her foot and went in sat in her mental corner.

The Mindspace was a place where Castor and I could mentally converse without the change of control. It was also where the lesser controller 'stayed' when the other was in control. From there we were able to view the world through the other's eyes, unable to stop what was happening.

There was no real way to physically describe the Mindspace, it was a single colour, usually grey. It was only empty when the thoughts of other people were not being taken in.

Finally some peace, I briefly thought to myself.

Castor started loudly singing a ragtag version of some popular pop song.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my phone, accessing SHIELD's database was a hefty problem to be achieved with only a phone. It didn't help that they'd attached a device to my wrist to monitor my every keystroke, leaving me to operate my hacking with only one hand like a boss.

"Come on," I gritted, searching for the code number; A113.

When I found it, instead of deactivating it, I set it on a freeze. Sending information to HQ that was not, in fact, doing anything at all with my dominant hand.

"Good job," I congratulated myself.

How about, you make an alarm, and they come running, then you can let me take over and we can get out of here? Castor asked sweetly, maybe trying to appeal to my soft side, luckily, I didn't really have one.

Too much emphasis on the yous, theys, and mes for my liking Cas, got to say though, your getting better at imagining these little fake escapees of yours. Keep it up, maybe one day you can be an action writer. I snort, and continue searching up for my new subject of attention.

Bruce Banner; Location. I searched into the SHIELD database. It'd been two weeks since I'd checked up on him. The new editions of the anti-hacking bands they'd been giving me were getting stronger and harder to deactivate every-time.

Calcutta, India. Was the result and I took a sharp intake of breath when I saw how close they'd narrowed down the field. According to the information, a team had been closely monitoring the suspected place and were on standby for orders from the higher-ups.

It took a moment, but I left a cookie trail to another place on the other side of the city.

Have fun chasing stray kids SHIELD, I thought smugly to myself. I got no response from Castor but I could tell she was slightly gleeful about my small act of rebellion towards the agency.

When SHIELD had first found me, I was a wreck. I'd destroyed two towns within ten minutes. Any spike of emotion sent through me resulted in an extremely powerful genocidal telepathic ripping through yet another SHEILD base.

It was pretty much like that for the first year, however, as time went on, I began to control her. After I hit the ditch, I managed to climb out of it and take faith in Bruce finding a cure for the both of us. Days turned to weeks, weeks morphed into months and finally the months ticked into a year. With the obvious advancements in my control the slowly began giving me privileges. Eating in the mess hall, my own furnished room, more time to rest between tests.

I decided to make my way into the security cameras of the place. There wasn't much to view. The base was mostly a SHIELD research area for possible unlimited energy. Apparently, I was contributing to the research more than anyone else here, which did nothing to ease my suspicions.

In my feed, alarms started blaring, scientists began rushing back and forth into 'the room'. There was no surveillance in the room, apparently there was a long multitude of agents guarding whatever was in there. My imagination had conjured up a long list, the Tesseract being at the top of that list. However, it'd been shipped away, 'to the bottom of the ocean' which was something I doubted.

"All personelle, please evacuate immediately..." The automated voice came over the loudspeakers, transmitted into my own room.

Freedom! Castor cried and fist pumped.

I left my laptop open as I dashed around the room, finding my supplies. The feed favoured the exterior of the complex and my hallway which was for exclusive agents and scientists only.

I packed most of my things that I would need. When SHIELD needed to evacuate a place, it generally meant something was going to explode and there'd be no survivors. Clothing, the limited technology they let me play with, food because God knows when my next meal will be.

I was fully packed within ten minutes, still waiting for a cleared agent to come and take me away. I bit the inside of my cheek and infused my fingers with each other to calm my worry. I then changed the view on the hacked camera feed to a little larger, my section of the institution. Then larger again, to the complete Living Quarters side.

Outside, I could hear the heartthrum of choppers, once again I infused my fingers in worry. Shouldn't they be coming for me? I looked to the clock and realised thirty-three minutes had passed since the evacuation order had been given.

Castor was gleeful in the back of my mind, she could see the outside again! However, I was wallowing deep in my thoughts of worry. It occurred to me to use my abilities to see what was happening, maybe help myself to escape. It was a dangerous thought though, using the smallest amount of my abilities may send Castor on one of her vicious rampages.

See what's happening first, then bust out. Castor spoke.

Mind reading was simple enough, the background chatter rose when I drew my attention to it. So I just focused on it, gave it more attention, then snippets of conversation would filter through.

Evac. Phase Two. Energy Surge. Selvig. Portal.

To distract myself from the new discovery and pass time, I sent Bruce a quick encoded email.

Bruce,
You might get this a little too late. I'm sorry for not checking in these past two weeks. I've been stuck resting after the constant tests SHIELD runs. (Btw they've almost got you) I'm fine, so don't bother energy asking. Right now the facility I'm at is under evacuation. Which could mean some dangerous thing are at play. Maybe I might see you soon.
Becky.

I began pacing the room, hoping Bruce got it and wondering how he was. It was another hour of listening to sirens, pacing, tapping in anxiety, checking the newsfeed and waiting for someone to come and fetch me.

It was getting to the point where I was considering Castor's idea of using my abilities to break out. In the case, Castor would be freed, it'd only add to SHIELDs problems.

"Come on," Agent Hill said from the doorway.

"Yes finally!" I sighed in relief, snapping my laptop shut and followed her through the winding metal halls. "Where are we going?" I asked, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Out of here, Dr. Selvig, one of the men here, read an energy surge that will probably blow up the base extremely soon."

We reached an intersection, Hill turned to me sharply, "You know your way, right?"

"Yeah," I replied and she ran off. I began making my way to the main carpark where the evacuation vehicles would be waiting.

Come to me. I heard familiar whispers which brought forth memories of that night. I froze.

SHIELD lies to us once again, Castor sneered, recognising the unique signature of the Tesseract.

I stealthily crawled to the door in which the whispers originated. A large flow of blue created, what I assumed was a black hole. When it evaporated, a figure was the centre of the fray, his hair was jet black and his clothes were a dark green. He held a glowing spear.

A voice, who I recognised as Fury's, asked the man to put down his weapon. For a second, it seemed he would, but he aimed the spear at the Director and a blue light shot out of it. Gunfire spat as he leaped and took out the guarding agents.

Fury made his way to the Tesseract whilst the man glared at Agent Barton. The man pressed his spear to Agent Barton's chest and instantly his stance changed. He appeared to be under a spell of some sort.

You need to leave, obviously this is SHIELD's stuff, Castor insisted, being reasonable for once.

But the Tesseract, I replied, watching Fury shake out his hand, hissing, the Tesseract was sitting snug in a briefcase. Fury stood and the man halted him by speaking.

"Please don't. I still need that," His voice was soft, however it was also sinister. A bad foreboding chill overcame me.

Fury slowly turned, the case in his hand. "This doesn't have to get any messier,"

I slowly crept forwards, into the room, I noticed the swelling cloud of Tesseract radiation cackle above me.

"Of course it does. I've come too far for anything else. I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose."

"Loki? Brother of Thor?" Another man who I assumed was Dr. Selvig stood from checking a scientist and gaped in astonishment at Loki. Their conversations faded into the back of my mind as I crept forwards. What my goal was, I wasn't exactly sure, maybe survive? And get the Tesseract?

A dull intake of breath came from above me, I realised that the cloud of radiation was swirling. Gathering bigger. The Loki man turned at did the same thing to Dr. Selvig as he did to Agent Barton.

Obey. The single repeating thought began to increase in my mind.

He has them under temporary control of some sort. Castor spoke curiously, probably taking notes in the Mindspace.

Selvig called out to Loki confirming something, Loki then looked to Barton and without hesitation, the Agent spun and shot Fury in the chest. I stood in shock as he fell to the ground, the briefcase spinning out of his limp hand.

Loki saw me as I stood frozen. A flicker of surprise showed in his eyes, then they hardened.

"Get her," Loki spoke calmly, it was the first time I'd seen him not completely insane. They agents moved forwards and seized me. I shook them off, hoping Castor wouldn't burst.

Gold pass on not getting killed, she sneered.

Seems like it doesn't exempt me from getting taken.

Before I could ask why, they grabbed me again and all walked out, me in their arms. I shook them off.

"Hey!" I cried and stood still. Loki stopped and whirled on me, his eyes blazing with fury. "Your not taking me anywhere,"

Loki stepped forwards, raising his sceptre. A determined scowl formed on my face. I wasn't going to succumb to this monster's mind control. I had too much riding on my ability to keep Castor in check.

"We don't have time," A familiar voice spoke. So maybe there was an inkling of humanity within Agent Barton, maybe he realised the minimal amount of time we had together; the one agent who conversed with me, despite my dangerous abilities. He'd even taken me paint-balling once.

"I will-" Loki started, however the hallway began to shake, Tesseract energy working through the cracks. Seemingly, it was only visible to me. The ceiling began to crack away, I leaped back as a chunk fell to the ground, narrowly avoiding being crushed. Luckily, a large slab of concrete separated Loki and I.

Shocked, I stumbled away. To get out before the facility collapsed I'd have to backtrack another way, or teleport. To be honest, I wasn't ecstatic about either options, but at least if I made my way by foot there would be no risk of Castor demolishing the surviving SHIELD agents.

I ran away from the caved-in ceiling, running past the research room. Against odds, I spotted movement from Director Fury.

"What the flippidey heck," I groaned and added in a few other swears for good measure as I stumbled to a stop. Once again cursing my good-natured humanity. I turned back and ran into the research room, the blue cloud trembling in the centre of the ceiling.

"Why are you here?" Fury gasped, after ordering something into his walkie-talkie and proceeding to pull a bullet from his chest. "You might die and release her,"

"Don't say that your not happy to see me," I grinned and roughly pulled him off the ground, slinging one of his arms over my shoulder. I proceeded to help drag him out of the room.

"There's not enough time to get out," Fury grunted, still in pain from the impact of the bullet.

We won't be able to get out in time. I thought to myself.

Then save yourself. Castor growled.

Run, not an option, teleport...

"Hold on, this is going to get bumpy," I grunted. Worry picked away at me like a needle. I'd only teleported a few times before. The general gist of the ability was somewhat simple. My abilities sometimes didn't need to be controlled, they could guide me. To teleport, I had to clear my mind and trust in my abilities. It knew what my objective was, hopefully it could follow through.

"You don't have the authorisation to-" Nick began, realising what I was going to do. My vision was clouded with a blue mist and for a second everything was wild chaos until Nick and I stumbled onto solid ground. A helicopter prepared for the director himself was beginning to take off. Still slightly nauseous from the teleport, I dully felt being pulled aboard.

Castor was beginning to tremble in anticipation from the use of the abilities. Her newfound option for control was exciting her. I clenched in frustration as I tried to stop her, briefly aware of the helicopter lifting off, the wind raking its claws through my knotting hair.

Below us, the facility was deadly quiet for a second, and then collapsed in a display of glimmering Tesseract energy. A blast radiated from the collapsing facility and shook the helicopter slightly. Castor's efforts to take control increased. Fury watched the facility collapse, a grim expression set on his ever-present grim face.

A single Jeep made its way out of the collapsing facility and I could see Loki below in it. Sitting triumphantly in the back, his sceptre glimmering in his hand. He watched the helicopter buzz closer like a wasp. After barking a few orders to the pilot, Fury slid open the door and began firing at the jeep which became increasingly close. I ducked behind the door at the snap of gunfire echoed in the small space.

The helicopter was hit, probably by Loki's sceptre blasts and began to lose the small altitude it had. Fury pulled me from my curled up position and out of the helicopter. Before I could fathom my situation, I hit the ground with a jolt and crumpled to the dirt. Fury, on the other hand, lands like a freaking ballerina and begins shooting at Loki as the broken helicopter cuts into the ground.

Fury, deciding that Loki was too far away to make a difference, stood dramatically while I bit into the ground, clutching my ankle. Sure, I had enhanced abilities and so forth but they took a bit, my ankle hopefully would be healed by tomorrow.

"Director? Director Fury do you copy?" A familiar voice who I recognised as Agent Coulson's garbled through the walkie-talkie at Fury's Batman belt.

"The Tesseract is with the hostile force. I have men down. Hill?" Fury replied into the device.

"A lot of men still under, don't know how many survivors." Agent Hill's fatigued voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Sound the general call. I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that briefcase." Fury ordered.

"Rodger that."

"Coulson, get back to base. This is a Level Seven. As of now, we are at war."

"And cue the dramatic title," I spoke sarcastically.

A/N: So there's another edit, I changed it dramatically. For readers who aren't aware, Becky was originally in Calcutta with Bruce. I also described the Mindspace, something I forgot to do in the first writing of the book.

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