A/N: So, moving forward! Here's the next chapter :D

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Loki turned his head to look at me.

"You mean to say that you and I are alike?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"That was the point, genius," I said with a hint of sarcasm. He was about to say something else when we both saw Tony flying back to where we were currently sitting. He landed a few feet to my right, and lifted his mask. His facial expression was a mixture of shock and confusion at seeing us sitting together and talking. I guess he was expecting to find me tearing him limb from limb, so it must have been quite a sight to see us together.

"Well, it's nice to see that you haven't ripped his heart out, sunshine. But I believe that it's time to go," Right as he said that, Steve and Thor appeared at his side, and our plane flew to where we were all standing. I sighed, and stood up, Loki following my movements.

We loaded Loki in the plane, sitting him in the seat he had sat in previously. Instead of sitting with him this time, I went up to the cockpit where everyone was either standing or sitting. Tony saw me walking towards them, and raised an eyebrow before giving a pointed glance at Loki. I sighed.

"Later." I mouthed, hoping that he would eventually forget and I wouldn't have to explain everything that had happened to him. I turned to our newest member, and held out my hand.

"You must be Thor. Pleasure meeting you, Blondie," I smiled brightly. Thor looked surprised at my casual greeting, but took my hand none the less. I would have never admitted it to anyone, but I think that he accidentally broke my hand when he grabbed a hold of it. I never knew that he was so strong, but then again, he was a God after all. But Loki was a God, and he wasn't nearly as buff as Thor was. Hmmm…

"Well met, Miss…" He trailed off. I smiled at him, and shook my head at myself.

"Where are my manners? Samantha Barton, at your service," I nodded at him. I looked back over at Loki, and saw him eavesdropping on our conversation. I didn't mind too much, because I'd be doing the same exact thing if I were in his position. I excused myself, and made my way to the back of the plane, and sat across from Loki once again.

I yawned, and stretched out my arms, already getting tired. I leaned my head back, and tried to smack the sleepiness out of me. It was getting late, and spending all day in front of a computer could take a lot out of you. I tried to keep my eyes open, though, and stared at Loki. I had to figure him out, or else I would go crazy with curiosity.

All he wanted was for someone to notice him, but why did he feel the need to enslave the human race? What would that accomplish for him? But then again, doing nothing would accomplish nothing as well.

And that's what I had been doing my whole life, nothing. Now believe me, I had tried my hardest to prove to everyone that I was worth more than just coffee, but it had never worked before now. I suppose I could see why Loki thought he had no other option, but it still didn't explain everything. Maybe I didn't understand him as well as I had thought.

"Do I have something on my face?" Loki suddenly asked, a trace of humor in his voice. I blinked rapidly, more than just a little confused. Loki smirked, and tilted his head to the side.

"You were staring." He said.

It was then that I got it; he was mocking me. I rolled my eyes at his nerve, but didn't mind it too much. After all, I had been the one to start it.

"You caught me," I said, leaning back into my seat, which was looking more and more comfortable by the second. I groaned, and shook my head, trying to rid myself of my sleepiness. I got up, leaving Loki in the back and headed towards the front, where everyone else was still sitting.

"What'd I miss?" I asked, my voice a little slurred. Tony took one look at me and sat me down in the seat next to him. My eyelids drooped, and my head rested against the cold metal of Tony's suit. Normally it would have been too hard of a surface for me to rest my head on, but this time I was so tired that I didn't care what it was.

My eyes connected with Loki's for a brief second before I drifted off into a deep sleep.

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I was shaken awake only an hour later by Tony, who told me that we were at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s home base, and that I should head off to bed. I sighed, and stretched out my arms. I was about to take his advice, but then saw Loki being led away by a dozen soldiers, Fury at the front.

I hopped out of my seat, and began walking with them to wherever they were taking him. I was wide awake now, energized by the small nap I had taken on the plane. They seemed to walk down many hallways that I had never been to, but somehow I managed to remember the way. I figured that this place would be important to be able to get to, what with Loki being there.

Once we got to the room, my eyes widened at the sight of the cell he was being put into. It was the size of a small room, and thick glass locked Loki inside. Fury motioned for the other soldiers to leave, but didn't say anything to me, so I assumed it meant that I could stay. Fury began speaking to Loki.

"In case it's unclear: if you try to escape, if you so much as scratch that glass…." He pressed a number of buttons, and the floor below the cage opened up. The wind whipped through my hair, and it was hard to hear anything over the sounds of the wind.

"30,000 feet straight down in a steel trap," Fury said as he closed the door beneath the cell.

"You get how that works?"

"Ant," He pointed to Loki. "Boot." He pointed back to the controls. I walked over to his side to get a better look at Loki, who was smiling by now.

"It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me," He pointed out. I nodded, knowing that he was right. But who was it for?

"It was built for something much stronger than you." Fury said.

Oh…

It suddenly came back to me, just who else was in our group. I had never thought of Bruce as the Hulk, as to me he was just Tony's nerdy scientist friend. We weren't that close, but we liked each other, and talked sometimes.

But this cage must have been made for him if he ever turned into the Hulk.

"Oh, I've heard. A mindless beast who makes play he's still a man," He started, staring into the security camera outside of his cell. I knew that the others were watching him, and Loki knew it too.

"How desperate are you? That you call on such lost creatures to defend you?" He asked. Wait a minute, I wasn't lost! How was I lost? I was just a normal girl! Well, as normal as a girl could get while living with S.H.I.E.L.D. for her whole life. And as normal as I could get with Hawkeye being my brother.

Oh, yeah.

I guess I was kind of lost, wasn't I?

"How desperate am I?"

Fury walked closer to Loki, as close as he could with the glass being in the way.

"You threaten my world with war, you steal a force you can't hope to control, you talk about peace and you kill people because it's fun." He glared at Loki.

"You have made me very desperate. And you might not be glad that you did..."

At this point, I was like: go Fury!

But Loki just seemed to be amused.

"Ooh," He started. "It burns you to have come so close," Loki started on Fury, smiling. "To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for mankind to share?" He looked pointedly at the security camera. "And then to be reminded what real power is," He looked back at Fury.

Fury shook his head, and walked towards the door.

"Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something…"

And with that, I was left alone in the room with Loki.

It was silent for a long time, with Loki and I just staring at each other. After a while, I grew uncomfortable with standing and moved to sit down Indian style, facing Loki through the glass. Loki hesitated for a couple of second, but after a while, he mimicked me.

I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to figure out everything that was still a mystery to me, but his facial appearances didn't give me any answers; it just created a fluttering sensation in my stomach.

"So…" I began, not knowing any other way to start a conversation. Loki did his head tilting thing at me, and began talking so I that I wouldn't have to.

"Last time we spoke you said that you and I were alike somehow. What did you mean by that?" He asked. I sighed in relief, lucky that it was an easy question. My eyes never strayed from his as I answered.

"I would have thought that you would have guessed by now. But since you're a little slow, I'll save you the trouble and just tell you," I said. Loki smirked, but shifted his position to get more comfortable as he listened to me. I huffed, and began to tell him my story.

"When I was a little girl, my mother and father died in a horrible car crash, leaving just me and my brother alone, with only each other. We went to the same orphanage, and he looked out for me there. He protected me from all of the bullies that were out to get me, that loved to pick on me every opportunity they got. I loved him more than it seemed possible, and it seemed like he loved me just the same. Then S.H.I.E.L.D. found him. I guess they saw some potential from his skill with a bow and arrow, and so they took him in. They only took me because Clint said that he wouldn't go with them if they didn't. So S.H.I.E.L.D. took us out of the orphanage and gave us a home. Well, they gave Clint a home.

He fit in immediately. I always knew that he was meant for something like that; he was always the loyal type, the type that would always have your back in any situation possible. Clint was taught martial arts, how to shoot a gun properly, and everything he would ever need to know to become one of their top Agents. Once Clint's training had started, he never really had the time to see me anymore, but he always managed to, despite everything. But then he started going out on missions, and I never saw him anymore. I wasn't allowed to contact him while he was on duty, and so we began to grow apart. We didn't see each other anymore, and there was no reason to talk when we did see each other.

That was when I began to hate him. It was childish, really, but I couldn't help it. In my mind, he was the reason I was in this mess, he was the reason I was there fetching people their morning cup of coffee. I would rather be anywhere but there, and I would rather have any other brother besides him. But then it only got worse. I started training more vigorously with Natasha, and really developed my skills. I was good, and I knew it. I could take almost anyone down, and I could shoot a gun better than most other trained Agents. I was ready for action; I was ready to become someone.

But no one ever paid me any attention. In their minds I was Hawkeye's sister, and why pay any attention to me when there was my brother to see? For years, I was left in his shadow, and I couldn't get out. I had to watch as people praised my brother's skills, and never thought to even look at me. I was hidden in his shadow, and to them; I was a nobody,"

I sighed, and put my head in my hands, before looking up at Loki, who had a masked expression.

"So I think that I understand what it feels like to have a brother who always seems to be better than you, who always gets the love and the praise while you have to sit back and be hidden in their shadow. I understand you, Loki. But I just can't understand why you would do this," I spoke, frowning at him.

Loki looked down at his hands in his lap, and clenched them. He shut his eyes tightly, before shaking his head.

"No one else can ever be able to understand us." He said softly, before looking back up at me, the excruciating pain clear in his beautiful eyes. I smiled gently, and gave a small shrug.

"But maybe they don't have to…"

I put my hand on the glass in front of me, and Loki looked down at it curiously.

I stayed like that for a long while, before he finally reached out his arm, and put his hand over mine. We were silent for a few moments, before he spoke, quickly taking his hand away from my own like it had burned him somehow.

"I cannot tell you where your brother is, or where I have hidden the Tesseract. This changes nothing,"

I shook my head, and placed my hand back in my lap.

"I didn't expect it to."

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A/N: Hey people, so that was chapter six of Complicated, and I hope you enjoyed the Sam/Loki fluff I stuffed in there. Samantha's relationship with Loki will have a lot of mood swings, so sometimes it will be nice and sweet like this chapter, and other times she'll want to rip Loki apart like in the last one. Comment, my little Loki lovers :D