Sorry for the wait. So no haters from the waiters please! I've been busy writing the other stories and inspiration only strikes the writer when it wants. Alrighty, here we go...

Janis' POV

I will never forget my toture session with Fury. I can see why people fear him. Hell, after this, even I'm afraid of him now. The shocks were painful. Thousands of volts running through my veins and stabbing at what felt like everything. I was exhausted, angry, and tired. But most of all I felt in desperate need of Loki. I needed him here beside me, like how I needed air. Where was he? I thought he promised to always save me... No. This was not the time to think like that. He would come. Loki would always come for me. The love we had was more then just a God fancying a mortal because of her beauty. Our love ran so much deeper. As if time could not end the connection and spark always present in my heart.

After a quite large shock I slumped back into the chair, sweat running down my face and soaking my clothes. My body tingled painfully and it was hard to remain as the image for Loki with my thoughts so scattered. I closed my eyes and took shaky breaths before speaking in a very low, weak voice, "You...you'll have to do better then that...Fury..."

He gave me a full on glare that would've burned holes in me and said as he paced, "I don't think you understand the gravity of what you've done you disgusting waste of space. I don't think you can ever understand the huge fucking mistake you made! See Loki, I have a team. They're called the Avengers. Heard of 'em? Anyway, the Avengers are under my command. And for you to go and...use one or them. Abuse and toy with them. That is what I can't stand. You've done this once before and look at what happened. You were almost erased to nothing. So the next time you decide to do this, I'm sending you straight to the executioner...got it!?"

I paused for a moment before nodding stiffly and staring back at the black void of his eye. Fury straightened up again and said strictly, "Good. We're taking a five minuet brake." He turned on his heel, black trench coat blowing behind him as he called back, "Attempt at escape and I'll paint the wall with your guts." The door slammed shut behind him and I let out a sigh of slight relief and anxiety.

I wasn't sure how much of this I could take. My body wasn't godlike and couldn't withstand the intensity of lighting as east as probably Thor or Loki. These moment made me wish I had some type of strength super power...

The cuffs that held me down were digging deeper into my skin, causing a permanent face of pain to contort my features. I just had to endure. It would all be over. Loki will rescue me...

But then what? What happens after they escape? More running...more hiding. Missing her friends and living in horrible places where murder was more likely then a sunny day. Could I really live like that? Maybe there was a way to fix all this...maybe...

The room suddenly grew very cold. Bitterly so. The feeling of someone's presence behind me made tingles shoot through my spine. I turned around slowly and felt tears come to my eyes. Out of relief or pain or both? I couldn't tell. I allowed myself to change back into my normal look, now bruised and shaking from the shock. My eyes were probably wild as I opened my mouth and whispered hoarsely, "Loki..."

For there he was. Standing in all his glory before her.

Furious.

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