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"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as Tony introduced himself over the phone; "I am trying to work here!"

"I know, but we need you to come in," Tony tried; "We caught the guy."

"What's the problem then?" I sighed out. Zack looked at me concerned but I quickly waved him off.

"It was easy. Way too easy, he practically sat there waiting for us!"

"Maybe you're just that good," I joked calmly.

"Can you come in, Ara?" Tony tried again. I sighed before looking at the clock.

"I get off in an hour. I'll be there by then," I promised him before hanging up.

TONY

"She's on her way," I told as I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

"He's still just standing there," Natasha pointed out, not removing her eyes from the circular cell we had him held in.

"Captain, Romanoff, you're up," Fury decided; "See what you can get out of him."

Natasha shot Cap a quick look before holding the door for him. He looked a bit uncomfortable because of the fact that a woman was holding the door for him, but nonetheless entered before her.

Fury leaned over the control board and turned the sound up so we could hear everything.

"You must be the Captain! And you, mrs...?" The guy looked politely at Natasha while waiting for her to introduce herself.

She didn't.

"Who are you?" she asked instead.

"I am what true power looks like to you," he replied calmly, his hands gathered behind the back of his green cape.

"Uhuh. Does true power have a name?" Captain asked, trying to sound equally calm. The guy smiled slightly, taking a relaxed step forward.

"You may call me Loki, God of mischief," he introduced himself.

"God?" Natasha questioned, folding her arms above her chest.

"Yes, mortal, god. You may bow now," he offered, and I wasn't sure if he was joking.

"I'm not bowing to an animal in a cage," Natasha stated emotionlessly.

"I'll bow to god, but I'm pretty sure there's only one, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that," Steve judged, making me smile behind the one way glass.

"You might want to consider your chances here, pal. You aren't getting out," Natasha warned; "If anything, you should be bowing."

'Loki' scoffed offendedly; "I will not bow to a mere mortal! You are puny, you are powerless, and I will not change my ways for you. I am here because I am looking for someone and I believe you know where she is."

A door opened behind us, and we all turned around to see Arabella enter.

Fury turned back and leaned to the microphone and pressed the button so they could hear him; "Romanoff, Rogers, out."

Natasha stared at the 'god' for a few more seconds before leaving alongside with Steve.

"He has issues," I stated as I looked at him through the toned glass.

"Arabella, I want you to try," Fury told her, ignoring me.

"Who is he?" she questioned, looking through the glass with furrowed eyebrows.

"I feel like I recognise him from somewhere," she muttered, mostly to herself it'd seem.

"He claims his name is Loki-""God of Mischief? The trickster?" she interrupted Steve, turning to look at him.

"As in the Loki?" she continued.

"You know him?" Fury asked instead.

"Not really, but I've heard about him. He's Thor's brother," Arabella told them; "At least if he is who he says he is." She turned back to the glass, looking curiously at him.

"Can I go in?" she asked.

Fury thought for under a second before nodding.

"Figure out what he's thinking," he added, showing her a knowing glance, making me furrow my eyebrows.

ARABELLA

I needed to get closer to him to be able to tell.

I pulled the door open easily and entered, immediately getting his attention.

"Loki?" I asked calmly, finding my way to the middle of my side of the room.

"Ah. Finally, a savant," he greeted me back. I gestured to my shirt.

"In no way. I just deliver pizza's," I told him calmly.

"I am here because I believe you have information I need," he told me honestly.

I blinked a single time, letting the thoughts overwhelm me. Before they got a chance, I zoomed in on him, entering his thoughts that for a second overwhelmed me before... Stopping.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him, taking a step closer.

Pardon my language, but what the hell are you doing in my thoughts?

I opened my mouth slightly as I heard his voice, calm as ever, entering my thoughts.

Just wanted to see if you were telling the truth, I admitted honestly, not removing my eyes from him.

I really, truly, am. If I were here to be hostile, I would have gotten out of this... Cage, of yours, already, he stated.

"This cage is stronger than you," I stated out loud as I closed my mind off.

"It is nice," he agreed.

"Yep. All it needs is a hamster wheel," I sassed.

"But it is not, I think, built for me." He smiled at me.

"Built for something a lot stronger than you," I bullshitted, stepping closer. I was now standing right in front of the no doubt bulletproof glass.

"But is it strong enough for you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, do not think I did not notice the second you walked in. So strong, so powerful, so old," he commented with fascination colouring his voice as he stepped closer, making us stand only about 15 centimetres apart, most of that being glass.

"I am not old," I scoffed; "Just because you're a kid."

"I am 1070 years old!" he replied quickly.

"As I said; A kid," I repeated; "How long does an Asgardian live?"

"We are immortal," he said proudly.

"Liar."

He considered for a second, clearly debating whether or not to tell me.

"5000 years," he finally admitted.

"So your age, 1070, divided by 5000 gives 0.3 which you times with 83..." he looked confused at me.

"Expected human life span at the moment," I explained, making him nod in understanding.

"That makes me... 17.762 years old," he realised.

"And makes you a teenager," I said with a smug.

"That would make my brother..."

"24.9 years old," I helped him out.

"He's about 1500, right?"

"I believe he is. How do you know?" he asked suspiciously.

"I've run into him a few times. Now, however, we have bonded. We have discussed age, families, and if we ever meet drunk, I believe my drunk self will happily ramble about the roaring twenties, classifying you as a friend of mine. Why don't you tell me what you need our help with?"

"We, are not, friends," he hissed, and I have no doubt he would have stepped closer had the glass not stopped him. I lifted one of my eyebrows unimpressed.

"I'm... Looking for someone. I need her help," he stated thoughtfully.

"Uhuh. And who might that be?" I questioned.

"Her name is Artemis."