I missed lunch, sleeping soundly in my bed.
Alone.

When I wake up, I find Loki gone, as someone bangs on my door.

"Y/n? You in there?" It's Clint. "We need ya downstairs, we had a break in and we caught one of them."

"Coming," I sit up groggily, "be there in ten."

" 'kay," I hear him walk away.

I drag myself out of bed, my legs and core sore.

Loki didn't stay.
Maybe he doesn't really care.

Then again he never said that he did. He only said that he craved me. He didn't say that he loved me, or cared. He only said that he craved me.

Loki's POV
Stark continues to drone on about increasing security measures on the compound but I don't register a word he says. My mind is occupied with another midgardian.

I had left not long after y/n had fallen asleep, but I dearly wished to return. But I doubt that she will want to awaken beside the man you had just essentially raped her.

The every fiber of me drowns in shame. I'm not sure why I did it. I know that I have wanted to have her quivering body beneath me since the moment I laid my eyes upon her. Something in me snapped when I saw her today, that desire to claim her erupting from it.

She protested, silently begged for me to stop, but I continued until she was begging for me to take her. While her body wanted it, wanted me, she did not. She tried to escape my hold, my touch, until I forced her to crave me as I crave her.

Guilt washes through me.
Again.
As it had the moment she felt she needed to use her ability to pull truth from my lips.

I believed that once I had her, I would be sated, that I would be able to look past her small, luring figure. But now, even as it's only been a few hours, I find myself wanting her. Not her body. Her.

I want her back in my arms. I want to hear her gentle voice. I want to see her smile.
I want to return to her bed and act as if I never left.

But with her mind fully aware and not coated in lust, how will she look upon me? How will she look upon me now that I have forced myself onto her?

As a monster.

She will look upon me as a monster.

As if summoned by my thoughts, she comes into the common room wearing denim shorts and- my shirt?

She's wearing the shirt I left in her room. It hangs off her shoulders nicely revealing the straps of her black bra and the marks that I left in her beautiful skin. She bares them unashamed and undaunted. The bruises from my teeth cause desire to course through my body.

"Nice to see you can make it, Lie Detector," Stark says, sarcasm dripping from his words.

I have the urge to slap him for speaking to her that way but her word cause me to freeze.

"Well I was busy, and I just woke up, so can it, Tin Man."

A proud grin falls on my lips as I look to her.

"Did you just... Sass me?" Stark's eyes go wide, unaccustomed to y/n being such a way.

"Yeah," she says, annoyance flooding her words, "what you gonna do about it, dad?"

His mouth gapes like a fish not sure what to say.

"I... I honestly have no clue," he finally says, looking to Romanoff quickly before looking back at her, "you're never like this."

"Yeah, well I am right now," she rolls her eyes, "so where's the dude I have to torture?"

"Question," Barton corrects her.

"Fine. Where's the guys have to question?" She exaggerates the word, "better?"

He nods back to her.

"He's in room B," Rogers speaks up, "well try first then you're up kid."

"Sure," she shrugs and follows the soldier as he makes his way to the room. The rest of us follow suite.

We come to the house oom and see a man sitting at the interrogation table through the one way mirror. His head is shaven to only half an inch on his rounded head, ink decorating the skin of his arms that I can see. He wears a white tank top and grey sweat pants, graciously provided by the agents after they took his tactical gear.

The soldier steps into the room alone and sits across from him.

"I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to give me answers," his tone is firm, "and if not, there is a much less pleasant way for us to get want we need from you."

The man leans on the table. "I'm not telling you shit." He spits at the soldier who merely wipes hit away.

"Well for your sake, I hope you answer the questions when I ask them, because my friend will not be as generous."

I notice y/n shift on her feet a bit.

Wait she's going to question him looking like that?

"Darling," I whisper in her ear, " don't you think you should wear something else to go in there?"

"No," she says with a small grin, "it's way scarier when someone small and fragile looking is the one inflicting pain."

I suppose she's correct in that regard.

"Who sent you?" Rogers asks the prisoner.

Fury joins the rest of us. "Oh good I haven't missed the show yet."

The man in the room stays quiet, staring the soldier down.

"What were you looking for?"

Again silence.

"Who's your benefactor?"

Silence.

"Are there more of you on your way?"

Silence.

Rogers sighs. "I tried to give you the easy way out."

Two agents enter as Rogers stands to leave, and cuff the other man to the table with large, metal cuff that bolt to the table. They make sure he can't move his hands before leaving.

"Y/l/n?" Fury turns to her, "are you ready?"

She nods, placing one of the small comms in her ear before going into the room.

The man looks at her and smirks and his eyes wonder her body, pausing at her exposed neck and shoulders.

"Hey, Loki, isn't that your shirt?" Wilson asks suddenly.

"Uh," I'm not sure what to say, "is it? I don't think so, mines in my room."

"Well whoever's shirt that is is mad lucky."

"What?" I turn to him.

"Every guy in the compound has wanted to tap that since she got here," he says like it's obvious, "he's one lucky mother fucker."

I turn back to y/n, unable to help the small smirk that forms on my lips.

She's already seated across from the man.

"What they doing sending a cutie like you in the, babygirl?"

Can I get away with murder again?

She keeps the small smile on her lips as she looks at him innocently.

"I'm Captain Rogers's not so generous friends," her voice is soft as velvet, "and you are going to answer me when I ask you a question, or else it's going to be very painful for you. Okay?"

"If you come over here and show me what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do I'll tell you everything," He smirks at her while looking at the bites on her neck, "I'm sure your man won't mind."

On the contrary, I do mind.
A lot.

"Unfortunately, that's not how this is going to work, hun," she takes he's trapped hands in hers and leans closer, "now, tell me, who sent you, hun?"

His smirk suddenly disappears.

"Strucker," the name blurts from his mouth.

His shocked expression is very amusing.

"Strucker is dead," the smile still never leaves her lips.

"His kid," again the words fall from him, "what the hell are you doing to me?"

"What were you looking for?" She ignores his question.

He grits his teeth, trying to keep the words in and trying to yank his hands from hers.

"Resisting only makes it worse, hun." She says gently, "what were you looking for?"

"Weapons," he says before his body contracts in pain.

"Try again."

"Blueprints," his voice is pleading.

"Of?"

"The new compound."

"Are there more of you?"

"No."

Again he's body contracts.

"YES! Yes! There are more!"

"How many?"

"I don't know," the man is basically sobbing at this point as blood drops from his ear, "I swear I don't know."

"Why does Strucker's kid want the blueprints?"

"I don't know," the man visibly relaxed, the pain from y/n's powers finally not hurting him, "he never said why, just that he wanted them."

"Terminate him, he is no longer of use," Fury says into the comm.

"Thank you for your co-operation," y/n says to the man, voice still soft and smile still present, "but unfortunately, you did break in to our compound and killed two of our agents. It's was wonderful talking to you."

Her eyes turn completely silver and the man begins to writhe in pain. He begs and pleads for it to stop but it only gets worse. Blood leaks from his nose and eyes as his body begins to cease. The blood oozes down to the white of the tank top, staining it.

"I can't watch this," Wilson turns away.

The ceasing begins to stop as his body goes limp against the back of the chair, y/n still staring at him with the same, sweet smile.

She finally releases his hands and stands. She goes around the table and closes his eyes for him before leaving the room.

"Well done, y/l/n," Fury says then leaves.

Some of the others shift a bit in their spots as her eyes meet mine.

"Told you it was scarier," she grins and me.