WARNING: Some coarse language and dark scenes.

Something within me dropped. Loki obviously knew what was happening. Was this his escape plan? It seemed a bit early but perfectly timed. My eyes narrowed as I tried to reach the answer from him. My efforts seemed fruitless because all I received was white noise.

Loki smirked. Don't try to out trick the trickster. His vice echoed throughout my head.

I wasn't planning to. I scowled.

Wait, he's a telepath? Castor came upon the revelation a few moments after me. HELP ME OUTTA HERE MAN! I'LL RULE THE WORLD WITH YOU, WHATEVER, JUST GET ME OUT.

Be quiet. I muttered. He's preoccupied with other things.

Castor receded to the Mindspace grumbling. A jolt on top of the plane interrupted my thoughts. Loki tensed and I did too. Memories came spiralling back to me in vivid colour and emotion.

"WHERE IS SHE?" The voice bellowed, I whimpered and drew further away from the door. The lightning storm in synchronisation with the jolts of panic running through me. Bruce shushed me. He would be going to college soon and the days were trickling away that he'd actually be here, the days that he could protect me. I was six years old, I'd been living with Bruce for almost two years, after mum was sent away. I clutched the stuffed puppy to my chest trying to hold in my whimpers of fear. Bruce shifted back the chair so I'd be hiding.

"Be quiet," he whispered and I nodded.

Mom. Hurt. Dad. Abuse. Homework. Beer. Hurt. Police.

The words flitted through Bruce's head like an ancient artefact slowly spilling it's secrets for all to see.

"He's not going to hurt me is he?" I asked in a timid voice.

"No," Bruce answered too quickly, "I won't let him hurt you. I promise."

I tried not to cry at the last few words he said, I sensed the lie in his words. He couldn't protect me, nobody could.

"IS SHE IN HERE?" He snarled and slammed open the door. His figure was outlined in the yellow light, leaving him to a hunched, slathering lunatic who struck fear into my young heart. The organ hammered against my ribcage like a hummingbird trying to free itself from its cage. I squinted my eyes shut, determined not to make a sound. "Come out little mouse, I'd rather not chase you around,"

"No she isn't, how about you try the park again?" Bruce spoke calmly to his drunken father. For a second it appeared as if the monster was going to leave. He took one last look around the room, and unfortunately, spotted me.

"Here she is!" He snarled and yanked me out, hitting my head on the desk. I cried out in pain as my vision began to dance before me, but began to struggle, my life almost depended on it.

"Don't!" Bruce cried. But the monster managed to lock him inside his bedroom, me still squirming in his arms like a fish out of water. Bruce slammed on the door. His shouts and shrieks becoming unbearable. I began to cry again. "Don't!" His bloodcurdling cries fading as I was dragged down the hall away from my best friend.

"Time to play with the little mouse," His breath was heavy with the presence of alcohol as he dragged me to his bedroom. The lightning outside, lashing once again.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to control my ragged breathing. Bruce and my's cries that night. The stink of whatever he'd drunk and the slamming of the door. The memories jittered my senses, turning them to a state of panic.

Focus, I reminded myself. You shouldn't be seeing these, especially not as frequently.

Castor was quiet, I couldn't sense her. It was an odd chill-down-the-spine feeling. I couldn't be sure if she was trying to obtain control or she was in shock. After all, in all of her digging into my memories, she'd never found one of those.

The ramp lowered and a figure stormed in, I blinked away my tears and slammed my laptop shut, remembering the situation. "Hey!" He had long blonde hair that whipped around with the wind. A furious expression was upon his face. He grabbed Loki by the neck and jumped off the lowered access door.

I ran after the escaping duo, only to the access door but then miscalculated my steps and began to fall.

This wasn't planned. Castor cried as we tumbled through the air.

I was trying to fly. I cried back.

It was hard to obtain any sense of control. Everything blurred past in a streak effect. My arms almost snapped back from the fall and my eyes were at the back of my head. Forget my stomach, it was still back on the plane. I couldn't suck in a break of air and my vision began to grow dim.

I'd never thought I'd die falling, probably instead of something like getting shot on a mission or by the death penalty when my crimes slowly caught up with me.

Unfortunately, the tips of my hair began to grow blonde, my form began to shift.

"Don't give in, don't give in." I growled as Castor took over.

...

I awoke to what I sensed was a few minutes later. Surprisingly, there was no destruction or screaming people like I'd expected. Nor, was there a legion of SHIELD agents, aiming their weapons at me, shouting for me to stand down. I was now in the forest, the only differentiation of the landscape being a few cracked twigs.

A little further away from the tree line was a rocky outcrop. Where Loki and another man were fighting. It was the guy from the quinjet vs. Loki. As of now, I had no idea who I was going for. I was still trying to figure out this miraculous turn of events.

Castor? I called.

What? She snapped. You've gone and done it haven't you, you couldn't be happy with just living in fear.

Castor, what?

You wouldn't understand!

"I am a king!" Loki cried at the other man.

"Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up on this pointless dream! You come home." The man's voice almost broke on the last few words.

"I don't have it. You need the cube to bring me home, but I've sent it off, I know not where," Loki smirked. A hammer flew to the man's hand. Magical. Or science. Either, either.

"You listen well brother," The man pointed his hammer at Loki, "I-"

He was cut off as Iron Man rammed him off the side of the mountain.

"I'm listening," Loki taunted, and kneeled to watch the fight. After a few shouts and punches from below, he spoke, "I know you're here,"

I stepped out of the tree line curiously. After a few moments I gathered the courage to ask, "I wanted to ask you a question,"

"Depends on the question,"

"But I know you'll answer, even if it's a lie,"

"I can't say that's not true,"

"Why do you have this, fascination for me?" I asked. Below, lightning cackled and the whine of plasma blasts could be heard. Tree cracked and splintered and Loki watched without flinching. He craved chaos, he craved destruction.

"Your company will fail," Loki spoke with the utmost certainty. Iron Man and the other one who I identified as Thor went spiralling overhead, smashing each other into cliff faces.

"We're not a team," I snapped, "now answer the question,"

"Calm down little mouse," Loki taunted and chills ran over my body. How he knew, I wasn't sure. "Yes, I know, I know of every moment you've lived, love, hatred, but most prominent of all, fear, fear for the unknown, fear knowing that you're something that you were brought up to despise, fear knowing that you can't control that. And that, little mouse, is why you fascinate me. Because, you refuse to not be afraid of your power, because you refuse to understand it, because you wish for it to be no more."

"You don't know me," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Maybe I don't, but what would happen if for once, you tried seeing what your power could do uncontrolled."

"Every-time I let loose, thousands of people die!" I cried.

"But you weren't trying to control it then," Loki taunted. "You were trying to restrict it."

And I couldn't shake off his words the entire way home.

So I was writing this really tired, please excuse any grammatical errors.