You wake up that evening curled up in the large chair that's in your room. You must have fallen asleep but you can't remember what woke you. You think you heard someone talking to you but no one is in your room. You suddenly realize you have a headache, maybe that is what woke you. You get up and walk to the bathroom for some water and aspirin. The moon is full and bright so you don't need to turn on the lights. As you step into the bathroom you hear a voice.

" You know you liked him in your head..." Your head starts to pound harder.

You answer it back. " No, No I didn't."

"You wanted him to see those memories...make him want you." The voice hisses back.

" No that's not true. I didn't want that" Your head pounds even harder. You pick up a glass for water.

"You enjoyed the feel of the scepter in your hand...the power." It says.

You look up into the mirror and see your eyes burning blue. You can't stand the pain in your head.
"Get out of my head!!! You're wrong. GET OUT OF MY DAMN HEAD!" Without thought your grip on the glass tightens too much, breaking it in your hand. You eyes return to normal but your hand is now bleeding. You grab a towel and wrap it around your hand. You go sit in your bed, with your knees up to your chest rocking yourself trying to quell the fear growing in your head. You drift off to sleep sometime later.

You wake up the next morning to your alarm clock. You remember having a nightmare, but then you look down and see the bloody towel wrapped around your hand. You quickly get up and head to the bathroom. You find the broken glass and blood in the sink. You clean it up before finding some gauze and bandages in the medicine cabinet.
You clean and redress the wound that is already healing. You dress and head for the testing room, trying to figure out how you are going to explain the cut. Maybe it was all just a lucid dream. Stress, which you've been under a lot of lately, could cause that. Almost like sleep walking. Yes, that has to be it, you tell yourself.
You open the doors to the testing room and find all three men waiting for you. "Sorry, I'm a little late. I didn't sleep so good last night" you quickly say.

Tony notices your hand immediately. " What did you do to your hand?" He takes your hand and starts to unwrap it. You quickly pull it back.

"I broke a glass last night in my bathroom. I cut my self on it while I was picking it up. It's nothing, it's already healing." You try to convince yourself as much as them. Loki looks at you suspiciously with a tilt of his head, but stays quiet.

Steve speaks up. " Well why don't we get started then. Loki said he wanted to try something different today."
You shoot a sharp glance at Loki. " I should hope so."

Loki has the scepter in hand. "Shall we get started, dear?" He takes a few steps back into the center of the room that is now covered in training mats. The others go into the observation room. You walk to the center of the room. " So why the mats today?"

Loki starts to pace in a circle around you. "I want to see what angers you. You need to stop holding it in. I've been sensing your struggle to control it the last few days." Before you can respond he takes the scepter and swings it at the back of your legs, knocking them out from under you.

" What the hell, Loki?" You say getting up off the floor.
"Apparently, the Captain isn't training you very well." He continues circling you.
You start to feel your anger rise but refuse to give in to it. "I said I don't want to hurt anyone."

Loki quickly disappears and reappears behind you. He uses the scepter again knocking your legs out form under you. "I don't think you could even if you wanted to." He says bating you.
And it works, you kick up from your back and start to swing at him. He keeps dodging you, angering you even more. He continues to teleport behind you knocking you off your feet, each time you get back up. This time you land a punch to his side. He was not expecting that and comes full force at you. You manage to block his punches but lose your balance and fall to your knees. Your anger is about to burst but you are using every fiber of your being to hold it in.

Loki continues to pace around you. " I can feel it little one, the rage is getting unbearable. Let it go."
Tears start to fall down your cheek. " I won't. I can't."
As he circles around behind you once more. He pushes against your side with his foot. " I said let it go. Release the anger Lark."

This finally pushes you over the edge and you stop fighting the anger and the power. A blue shockwave spreads out from you filling the enter room. Loki stands his ground behind you. You stand up and quickly turn around and face Loki. Your eyes are burning a bright blue but there is a cold hardness in them. You quickly rush Loki with a new found speed, throwing blue power from your hands. He continues his steps backwards, refusing to turn his back on you. He blocks each blow as it comes. You send two strikes at him at one time causing him to pause his steps, you instantly close the gap between you. He uses the scepter between you to push you back, but you rip it from his grasp, pushing him up against the glass of the observation room.
You have the scepter at his throat increasing the pressure as every second clicks by.
" You should think twice before you open certain doors. I could kill you right here, right now if I want to." You hiss at him, you're voice doubling over.

You can hear the voice again in your head. "Do it, do it now. It will be so easy."

You hear someone pounding on the glass behind you, causing you to look up. Your flaming cold stare coming to meet Steve's "Lark, stop! Don't do it, let him go." He yells through the glass.
As you hear his voice and see the pain in his gaze, the glow is gone from your eyes and your grasp on the scepter lessens. Loki sees the opportunity and removes it from your hand.

"Let me take that, Pet." He takes his other hand and rubs the mark on his neck from the scepter.

"Loki, I'm... I didn't want to. I couldn't control it." You can't look at Steve again as he looks at you from the observation room. It hisses in your head again.

"You're weak. You had him."
"Shut up! I'm not weak." You cover your ears and run out of the room. You need air, all the walls are closing in on you. You run through the nearest door out to the grass and fresh air. Finally it's quiet in your head.
Tony, Bruce and Steve catch up to you outside. Steve reaches out to touch your shoulder, you try to pull away. He grabs your hand, turns you around and wraps his arms around you.

"I can't do this. I need these things out of me. Bruce can't we try another scan, something. There has got to be some way to remove these fragments?" You say through your tears. "I can't control myself. I don't like what I'm becoming."

Bruce puts his hand on your shoulder. " If that's what you want, we can try again."
You look up at Steve." Yes. I can't have you look at me like that ever again. I just can't