"Charm, we need to have a chat." The guy from the other night appeared from nowhere.

Again.

I jolt out of my skin, ready to flee. "You really dont know how to be less subtle, huh?" He didnt seem amused. I looked down at my tablet. Feeling more like a babysitter than the guard of a dangerous criminal. Hell, I think I'm okay with that. Less...dangerous, for lack of a better word. "You can set that down. Right now, Thor is handling him. I need to talk." His face never straying from the confident, stern look I remember from the first time I met him. Only now, he seemed scarier. Maybe because there was nobody else around.

I hesitantly set aside my tablet. I felt like a cheap bobblehead knick-knack the way my head moved. "Oh-okay. Well, uh, what about?" I felt a soft brush against my shin only to find a small orange cat. "You, " he started. "Lets talk about you."

"Uh-me? What-what about me, Mr. Uhm...Mr. Fury?" He didnt seem to hear me. Or did, and didnt care of my anxious state.

"Who are you?"

I paused with my answer. Who am I?

"Donnie charm, sir"

"Where did you grow up, Donnie?"

"In the same house I lived in before I came here, sir."

"Where were you born?"

"In that house."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Just-just outside the city."

"You see, I have a hard time believing any of that, because you have absolutely no files under your name until the age of 20, so I'll ask you again; Who are you, 'Donnie'?"

I was dumbfounded. Words grew claws, and my throat felt tight and sore. "What-what does that mean?" "It means you either never existed, or are lying about something and I want to find out which that is, so talk to me damnit!" I could hear the grinding of his teeth, frustrated fireworks lighting his face as I stared in horror. What the hell does he mean 'never existed'?

I felt ready to throw up. I was out of meds, so I couldnt take anything to calm me. I need to sit down. Where can I sit down? And on top of that, this damn cat keeps petting me with its- a cat? How'd it get here?

Everything seemed heavy all of a sudden. I fall to my knees.

And so did everything else.

"What the h-!? DONNIE!" I look up to see Fury on the floor. He lays on his stomach, almost scared. "What is this?!" I can't tell what he feels over the pounding of my heart. "I dont know!" That cat, at least what looked like a cat walked up to me and hissed. Putple tentacles writhe in my face, millions of sharp teeth making me jump straight to the- wait.

I didnt jump.

I stood up, staring at Fury. "...this is fucking weird." He was dumbstruck. I tried walking normally, only to stumble and fall...upwards. I was staring down at Fury and that goddamn...monster in cats skin.

I laughed. This has to be a joke. Or a dream. Yeah, a dream! Of course! I take my hand again and bite as hard as I can. More blood, just like the first time. Now I have two identical bruises, am walking on the ceiling, and am ready to cry.

Why me?

{Loki's pov}
I toyed with the empty glass of what used to be orange juice. "Hello, brother." Ignore him. He should just take his cape and be on his way. He already has the filthy mortal. Hel, just thinking of her pains me.

"I'm not your brother. It seems you have forgotten that." The glass shatters in my fingers. "Now, leave me to my solitude. Mocking me further will accomplish nothing." Gritted teeth hiss out my pain. He hurt me, I know he did. And somehow I never wanted to forgive the girl who helped him. Who loves him, just as everyone else has.

He sighs. "Please dont make this any harder, Loki. I-"

"You what?" I snarl. "Are going to take me back to Odin? Are going to leave me here to rot away in a box for the next thousand years? Million? Or are you going to send me to Jotunheim, and leave me to the slaughter when you come with your glory and those utter FOOLS you call friends?" "Loki, I will NOT have you-" "what?finally become great? I never wanted to be a king! Not of Jotunheim, not of Asgard, I wanted to be equal to you! But we can't have that, can we!" My face burned. My hands shaking, I needed to do something. But I cant.

Thunder raged in the room around me, and a flash, a spark, lit from his hand. I stood tall, staring straight through his eyes. I couldn't dare to even mention my true hurt. Not when theyre listening to me, not when they can control me. I could hurt more people. They can use it against me.

"Why dont you take your cape from your replacement-jane, and tantrum elsewhere." Suddenly everything came to a halt. No more roaring thunder, no more sparks, no more ringing in my ears.

"...what did you say?"

"I said take your cape back and leave me to my solitude, alright? Norns, must I always-"

"No no no, about jane," he interrupted. Small crackles left his palms, however their intensity had faded. "What did you say about jane."

I felt abnormally flushed. Why had i spouted such utter nonsense. "I refuse to repeat myself again." I heard a quiet grinding in my jaw, feeling as though it could pop at any moment from how tense I was. His only reaction was a scoff, removing his cape from my captor's chamber, and watching me from afar.

Where had she gone to, anyhow?

{Your pov}
Fury couldnt do anything. I couldnt, and obviously nobody else was around to help.

Just calm down, okay dee? You can get through this. "How am i supposed to? Huh? Im on the fucking ceiling and dont know how." The little voice tries to help, but i dont know how to fix this. Hell, what is there to fix?

Am I going to be stuck here?

"Everything alright? F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me somethings- good fucking god, what the hell?!" Tony wandered in, coffee in hand, now staring at me. Great! Now I'm a damn freakshow attraction. "Please, just get me down from here! I hate heights!" I gnawed on my nails, ready to just hide away and never be found again. I didnt even realise they had summoned the ironman suit for me until it was wrapped around my wrists. I shrieked a little, surprised and already terrified of the whole situation. I dropped from the ceiling

~~~~~

I

floated through the tower, a rope around my waist like an odd balloon. "So, uhm...where are we going?" Tony and Fury talked to one another, holding me down.  "Helllooooo?" I tug the rope a bit, only to become extremely anxious again. Yeah...lets not do that. Otherwise its back to the ceiling. I climb down the rope. "Are either of you going to answer me?" "Who's your mom, kid?" Fury asked, ignoring me. Tony turned towards him, then looking at me. "(Mom's name). She lived in that exact same house with me until the day she died. What does she have to-" "who was your dad?" "Sorry sir, but I never met him. Now, can you please-"

"Were they both human?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Human. Like me, like Stark, no powers? What were your parents?"

I could feel Tony's eyes on me again. He meant well. But it didnt help anything. "Yes, they were human. And I am too. Now can someone please rell me what is going on? Because I've been floating like a plastic bag on a windy day for the past half hour!" I couldnt tell what i felt. I wanted to cry, wanted to throw up, wanted to laugh, wanted to sleep, and none of those things could happen. I was overstimulated and numb all at the same time and i was starting to feel sick of it.

"Ahhg!" Crash

I fall from right above their heads, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I gasp for air. Wow, could today get any better? They both rush to my side, that cat rubbing against my face. Why does it keep popping up? I want to crawl away from it, but I just lay down and try to breathe normally again. Why does this always have to happen right in front of Tony?

I get on my feet and start walking. "Can we just get whatever we need to over with...? I still have a job that I need to do.."

I sigh, ready to collapse. I dont even remember eating today. Havent in a couple, I think. Maybe I should just skip again today, it wont do any real harm. Heh, mom always said I should lose weight. I never thought it would be in the famous stark tower.