"We need more eggs," I complained, "we are lacking massive amounts of protein here,"

Loki was wrestling, rather unceremoniously with the batter when I had awoken that morning. We had decided to make pancakes together, under the conditions that I didn't try to escape and that Loki wouldn't drag me to my room and that in the event of such a case occurring, we would settle things civilly. I wondered if I had actually managed to twist the god of lies into a solid deal. But hey, it was better than nothing, Natasha would be proud.

"Why do you insist on using the entire batch of them?" Loki grumbled, his eye narrowed into slits. "This is enough pancakes to feed all of Asgard!"

"There must be like, four people in Asgard," I mumbled, flipping my eighth pancake.

"Fine," Loki raised his hands in defeat, "fine, I will travel to your mortal replenishment stores,"

"Nah uh, if you go, then there's zero percent chance that there'll even be stores left by the time your done,"

"What do you speak of?" Loki sniffed, offended.

Creating an illusion, which I had become better at, I created a copy of Loki's sceptre and helmet. I stood upon one of the stools.

In my best Loki impression I said, "I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose, how dare you do not issue me a local discount you mewling quim. I will have you all begging at my feet, where you will ask for a local discount."

Loki rolled his eyes and clapped sarcastically. "Very nice, not as good as I, yet close," I let the illusion dissipated as I hopped off the stool.

I made a fine then gesture, raising my hands in sassy defeat. "When do you want to go to the shops?"

"After breakfast,"

"Do you have any currency? Money?"

"I do," Loki said proudly, holding out a few crumpled hundreds. "Is this enough?"

"Should be."

...

I was laden with bags of food as Loki looked through the shop's only clothing store, which honestly, were at ridiculous prices. Before, he'd used an illusion to change his appearance. Now, he was trying on some glasses, in the mirror I could see his original, Asgardian form. Helmet upon head and sceptre in hand, wearing the ray bands he was trying out.

I snorted and loaded the food into the car which I had insisted on taking, just for the scenic drive. Loki had complained that teleporting us would be easier. I had said, that if we were going to buy lots of stuff we would need somewhere to put it all. Loki had gone against this and said to teleport it home at different times. I only won because I claimed to have a better view on 'Planet Earth and its inhabitants'.

Castor had remained somewhat quiet throughout the entire morning and midday. Now the sun was beginning to reach the horizon.

Loki made his purchase, and thankfully did not threaten the shopkeeper with local discounts. He was slightly short on change so he had to search through his new jeans to find it. After paying, Loki moved to join me, he spotted something else in a store to his liking and went to go and buy it. After giving him some money, I sighed and leaned against the rough external wall.

The sun was now hidden by the mountains and darkness was beginning to creep through the niches of the mountains.

A random thought made me think of the town. That town.

The one where it all started.

The one where I learned to hack for a living, to survive on only Mac and cheese, where I touched the Tesseract.

Suddenly my screams echoes in my ears, I let down my barriers against the thoughts of others and they all came swarming in. In agony, I pressed my hands to either side of my ears, trying not to give Castor the passage to take over.

It was a few seconds of unsteady breathing until I relaxed, the voices disappeared, the pain in my head ceased.

The one Loki and I were hiding in was similar to that one, just in a smaller scale. The same designs, the same road shapes. It brought a slight bout of nostalgia.

A crowd of about six boys staggered through Main Street. It was currently quiet, the only other shop was closing up and Loki had decided to try a drink bottle. I tried the door, knowing they would be trouble, locked.

I banged on the door several times, however Loki and the shopkeeper were engaged in deep conversation.

At least he's trying to interact with the humans. Castor said weakly, sensing the urgency of the conversation.

They were now ten feet away and had spotted me, slowly stepping in a drunken stagger, bottles in hand.

Five yards. Four.

Run! Becky run! Castor shouted, suggesting advice. Yet something kept me rooted to the spot.

Three. Two.

The leader, obviously due to his mashed up nose and tough guy act, stood before me. "No need to be shy sweetheart," he drawled out the sweetheart, his goonies laughed. A thick finger tucked a stray hair behind my ear, I shivered in disgust at the touch. My entire body was shaking now. Where was Loki?

You're an Avenger! Castor cried in the back of my head. Do what you must!

"Your not bad for a catch. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" In response, his goonies laughed again. Probably milking their leader's ego.

Not realising it, but I had given a chance for Castor to take over. I felt the transformation occur, when she did appear, she was dressed in her battle catsuit.

All of the goonies took a surprised step back, one fell over, bottle splitting upon the pavement.

"Holy shi-" the leader began, but Castor pinched his lips together.

"To answer your question," she said in a smooth voice, "it didn't hurt when I fell from heaven," she winked before digging her nails into his pinched lips, "cause I came from hell,"

...

I awoke in a daze, Loki shaking me, "not again, Becky why do you always cut out when I need you to be conscious?"

Confused, I looked around, a mini crater had formed around me. The gang, gone. A dark liquid, the only testament to their deaths. Pictures slowly filtered back into my memory.

"It's my fault," I choked out, body filled with dread of what I had just committed, "I'm a murderer," I said, voice cracking.

"I'm a monster,"

Question of the Day: What's your favourite number?

Mine; 13 or 3, my birthday is in the 13th and its in March. Or 48, obvious reasons.

HULK SMASH!