I hear a crack as my left arm breaks. I yell in unbelievable pain, unable to move my wrist to pry her off me.

"Let me go!" I scream. Hot breath comes on my neck, the smell of rum filling my nose. I am turned around and hit, my cheek stings. I want to cry, but she would laugh. My chin tips up to see her, her devilish smile. Her image is distorted, the whole room seeming off as sweat rolls down my back.

"You didn't say please." She chuckles, intoxicated by the liquid poison in her hands.

Another slap, stinging already red cheeks.

I stumble back, but only to be pulled on again by my hair. A chunk comes out from my scalp, leaving my mother with a hand full of hair.

"Stop it, please!" I cry. She laughs like a hyena, ones in the desert that's howls twist in a vicious playfulness.

I see her holster, a glinting handle of a gun in it.

Maybe if I point it at her she'll stop.

Maybe she'll stop.

Maybe she'll stop.

I run over, frantic fingers grabbing it with my unbroken hand quickly while she yells after me. I bring the barrel up, aim shaking as I am not accustom to it's weight.

"Don't touch me!" I hoarsely yell in desperation. I see her halt, then keep walking towards me.

"Little Si, you won't shoot. I'm your mother." The gate of her walk becomes faster. The amount of alcohol swimming in her brain makes her steps crooked, but she keeps coming towards me. The sound of her footsteps echo in my ears, mixing with the heaving of my heavy chest screaming in my own head.

All I think of is the pain. Of my dead father. Of the bruises that paint my body and the scars that adorn my skin. Of the pain buzzing in my scalp after she raked her bloody nails across my head.

Maybe she'll stop.

I don't mean to pull the trigger my finger rests on. With littlest applied pressure, the bullet flies.

I see her freeze, then slump down, then fall. Red blooms over he white shirt like an artist dabbing color on a blank canvas. Strangled moans escape her lips before they stop moving all together.

My torturer has died.

The pistol falls from my grasp, landing with a thud on the ground. My body follows, my knees hitting a concrete floor, sending shoots of hurts through my thighs. My hands meet a pool of sickly crimson blood. Numbness takes over as my breathing stays stuck in my throat. It all feels like a dream. It all feels like a dream.

"Killer!" A voice screams into the abyss, "Murderer!"

It comes from nowhere, but I know the sound. Loki.

I wake up from my dream so fast, I end up jumping out of my bed. Realizing the whole scenario was in my head, I sigh, relief flooding through me. Just a simple, harmless dream. Nothing more. Yet, my muscles stay taut while I still my rampant breathing.

I slip on my jumpsuit, heading towards Loki's cell. I'd been given the morning shift. I wanted work, not standing outside of a cell, watching it like a cat with it's food(mouse) locked up in a cage, safe. He seemed content with his room, which irked me. It could be a ploy, but my gut says otherwise. He's safe there, and that worries me.

I wait outside, watching my data pad only to see Loki pacing back and forth. Back and forth. Turning a little, back and forth. I set the tablet down, standing as others pass by. It's incredibly boring, and I cure Fury a few times in my head. After an hour or two of this, a familiar red-head walks up.

"Hey Natasha." I say nonchalantly. She gives a nod, stopping at the door.

"I'm here to interrogate the prisoner."

I cock my head, wondering why I wasn't informed, "Did Fury order this?"

She stares, staying silent with a quick wink. I let myself smile, then slide away from the door.

"Convince him." I whisper, keeping my eyes on the tablet.

The door closes silently, and I turn on the sound on my data pad. This would be something I wouldn't want to miss.

Loki still walks back and forth inside his glass cell, not noticing my friend's appearance. Suddenly, he halts.

"There's not many people that can sneak up on me." He says, turning to Natasha.

"But you figured I'd come." She says, arms crossed over her chest with a wide stance.

"After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate. " He says smiling, probably thinking he has nailed Nat's plan.

"I wanna know what you've done to Agent Barton." She answers, unfazed.

"I'd say I've expanded his mind."

I resist a snort.

"And once you've won," Natasha inquires further, "Once you're king of the mountain, what happens to his mind?"

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" Loki asks, his lips growing wider as he takes a hold of whatever information he can hold over her.

"Love is for children. I owe him a debt."

I'm not taken back by her comment, but her actions this past week prove otherwise.

Yet we are all liars here.

The alien sits down in the only chair there, leaning forward to listen, "Tell me."

She pulls up a chair as well, letting a quick sigh escape her before explaining, " Before I worked for SHIELD, I uh...well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn't care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me, he made a different call."

And you left me out of this story Nat, like how you almost killed me or how I let Clint let you live, but I guess that's besides the point.

"And what will you do if I vow to spare him?" Loki asks, sensing an opportunity.

"Not let you out."

Agreed.

The alien just laughs, a malicious smile twisting his face in a mad manner, "Ah, no but I like this. Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man?"

"Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that, I'm Russian... or was."

"What is it you want?" Loki inquires.

"It's really not that complicated. I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."

"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Drakov's daughter? Saõ Paulo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything?" He stands angrily, "This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC!"

"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!"

Images from my dream flood into my head. They come accompanied by Senator Albas, the Serbian military base, the telepathic young boy. Most of my victims innocent. I see Natasha face go slack, horror playing over every feature in insidious fear.

We all are monsters. It's a horrible thing, but we fight to protect from other horrible creatures. If only Earth knew.......that is why we lie. Lies bind this fragile world together.

I think I finally understand SHIELD. Why we lie, why we hide in shadows. We fight the monsters under the world's bed, but do not let anyone know. Because we aren't heroes.

We were made to let the heroes take the glory. We were trained to lurk in the shadows for no one to see. This whole organization was created to save the world and take no credit. We take the shot so others, better people, don't have to. Because sometimes the trigger must be pulled.

Loki abruptly stands to slam against his cell, making Natasha flinch.

"I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear! And when he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll spilt his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"

Natasha turns around quick as if to hide, her back facing both him and the available camera I use to watch.

"You're a monster." She whispers, her voice caught in her throat. It is one of a small child cowering, a voice that pains me to listen to. It's just a ploy, just a con.

Loki laughs, seeing himself having the upper hand in the room. His arrogance costs him, "No, you brought the monster."

Natasha waits a moment to turn back around, her face calm and poised as if the one she wore seconds ago belonged to an entirely different person, "So, Banner... that's your play."

"What?" He says, staggering back. She did convince him.

Natasha taps her earpiece, her voice echoing through mine, "Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Send Thor as well."

She begins to leave, but waits the slightest moment to retort back to the alien, "Thank you for your cooperation."

She quickly struts away, leaving Loki frozen. I twist the handle to open the door for her as she brushes past me, going to her next engagement. My feet move for me, close behind her.

"Sienna." She says, implying the conversation about to begin shouldn't happen.

"Natasha." I answer, mimicking her tone. My own immaturity surprises me, but I know something will go wrong. Stark, Rogers, and Banner's suspicions are enough to prove that.

She stops to let me catch up, pressing her lips together until she starts to chide me. Her next words are meant to ware me off, "You know who's going to be there, and you know you aren't one of them."

"I not going to interfere with the little Avengers club. I just want to see how this plays out. If it doesn't go right, you know you'll need back up." I let reason win the debate for me, and my face dares her to challenge me on it,

She sighs as she knows I'm right, but still keeps her words stoic, "Fine. No interfering."

We make our way there fast, arriving the same time as Fury. We come into see Stark and Banner not working on the scepter, which is an immediate signal trouble's on the way.

Fury's anger radiates off him, "What are you doing, Mr. Stark?"

"Uh...kind of been wondering the same thing about you." He shoots back quick, spinning to face the director.

Oh God, they found out. This is bad, very bad.

"You're supposed to be locating the Tesseract." The director states.

Banner enters the conversation, not happy either, "We are. The model's locked and we're sweeping for the signature now. When we get a hit, we'll have the location within half a mile."

"And you'll get your cube back," Stark adds, "no muss, no fuss."

All the sudden, files pop up on the monitor. Things no one should've seen, least of all being these guys.

"What is PHASE 2?" The billionaire asks, tapping something against his hands.

Rogers strides in from the hall, setting a gun on a counter. A Hydra weapon. The only way he could get it was if he broke into SHIELD's hidden vaults. America's golden boy found his greatest enemy's weapons in the the worlds only good defense against planetary threats.

Fury, Banner, and Stark turn to see a pretty peeved Rogers.

"PHASE 2 is SHIELD used the cube to make weapons," He directs his next remark to Stark, "Sorry, the computer was moving a little slow."

This is bad. This is very bad.

Fury turns to the captain, "Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract. This does not mean that we're..."

"I'm sorry, Nick," Stark moves the computer screen towards Fury which shows plans of Hydra weapons, "What, were you lying?"

"I was wrong, director," Rogers says, "The world hasn't changed a bit."

This is horrible. And I knew all about it. Well add 'Liar to all the Avengers' to my list of faults.

And then Thor comes in.

My hand lingers near my holster out of habit, warning signs going off in my head. Don't want to shoot anybody, but that might not be an option in the next few minutes.

Banner glances over at me and Natasha, who have stayed quiet as the chaos unfolds. His face shows betrayal, but anger is behind his words, "Did you know about this?"

"You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?" Nat refuses the doctor's question, realizing his growing irritability.

He snorts, quipping back, "I was in Calcutta, I was pretty well removed."

"Loki's manipulating you." I say quickly, hoping that gets an idea through his head. The Hulk showing up right now would not be a good thing, considering the how the rest of the room is acting.

"And you've been doing what exactly?" He spits. I reluctantly snap my mouth shut, deciding that's a smarter idea. I know how to diffuse a bomb, but not a person. Saying the wrong thing now could set him off.

Natasha keeps pressing on despite that possibility, "You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you."

"Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy. I'd like to know why SHIELD is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction."

Fury cuts Nat off before she can retort, pointing at Thor, "Because of him."

The Asgardian looks around, surprised, "Me?"

The director goes on, hoping to explain, "Last year earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that leveled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, out gunned."

"My people want nothing but peace with your planet." Thor argues.

"But you're not the only people out there, are you?" Fury asks a rhetorical question, "And, you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched, they can't be controlled."

"Like you controlled the cube?" Rogers spits.

"You're work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies. It is the signal to all the realms that the earth is ready for a higher form of war." Thor adds, making me twist my face in disgust.

Oh, did he just say that?

"Excuse me?" I squint, wondering if he actually meant the previous statement.

"A higher form?" Rogers questions.

"You forced our hand. We had to come up with something." The director fires back at the 'good alien'.

"Nuclear deterrent. Cause that always calms everything right down." Stark says sarcastically.

"Remind me again how you made your fortune Stark?" Fury rhetorically asks, letting resentment speak.

"I'm sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck deep." Rogers answers.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on! How is this now about me?" The billionaire exclaims.

"I'm sorry, isn't everything?"

What is it with those two?

"I thought humans were more evolved than this." I hear Thor comment, making me roll my eyes to glance back at the taller man.

"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up?" Fury shoots back.

"Did you always give your champions such mistrust?" The Asgardian challenges, to which makes the director quiet for a moment.

"Stark I swear, one more crack..." I hear Rogers say.

"Are you above or below angry bees?" The billionaire jokes, referring to the list of dangerous people.

More and more arguing. What is this? Everything is falling apart. The rapid and angry voices fill my ears as I try to figure out a way to fix this. Fix this before something goes ever more wrong.

"You speak of control, yet you court chaos." Thor points out, to which I scoff.

I bring up the alien's first incident on earth, teeth closed as I hiss, "And who brought the chaos to New Mexico?'

"It's his M.O., isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're... we're a time-bomb." Banner yells above the shouting.

"You need to step away." Fury commands the doctor, who doesn't follow.

Stark puts his arm around Rogers, "Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?"

Rogers pushes him off, "You know damn well why! Back off!"

"Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me." He says, standing in front of Cap, daring him to push him off once more.

"Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?"

"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." He sates flatly.

True. Very true.

"I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. Yeah, I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."

"I think I would just cut the wire."

Rogers slightly smiles, "Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero."

Dear Lord they don't shut up.

"A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle."

I finally come between the two, a little pissed off with the constant jabber. I physically push both back, hoping one doesn't throw a punch in the process.

"Can both of you actually be mature? Pointing out each others flaws isn't going to help complete the mission, which involves making sure people don't die." I aim at both at them, fully prepared to catch at east one of their fists.

Stark looks at me, anger flickering in his irises. He presses his lips together before drawing me right into the fight, "You Firman, you're a liar. All of SHIELD is. You are all killers. You're puppeteers, playing with us. You're no better than that sick green monster in the cage!"

Loki's voice rings in my head. I am a murderer. I know this well. Why do the words twist the knife in my chest?

I set my jaw, squaring up to the man and hoping to push authority into my voice, "Think what you like, but right now-"

Rogers pushes me away, stepping back up towards the billionaire, "Shifting the blame off you, Stark?"

"Going soft Capsicle?"

My eyes widen in disgust. Rogers pushing me out of the fight? Not cool. Leave a woman to finish her job.

Cap looks very angry, and is at this point, "Put on the suit lets go a few rounds."

"Because that's such a good idea." I mumble, shaking my head. Natasha hears my momentary sarcasm, and she knows. This is going to go south quick.

"Yeah, this is a team..." Banner chuckles.

"Agent Romanoff, Firman would you escort Dr. Banner back to his..."

"Where? You rented my room." The doctor fires. I move closer Natasha, ready to assist her if anything or everything goes to hell.

Fury's caught at disadvantage, "The cell was just in case..."

"In case you needed to kill me, but you can't! I know! I tried!" The room quiets down a bit as Banner rants, "I got low. I didn't see an end, so I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spit it out! So I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good, until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk!"

He looks towards me and Natasha, but only addresses one of us, "You wanna know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You wanna know how I stay calm?"

My hand rests on my gun as I see what he's doing, suddenly a bit scared. The whole room gasps as I force out, "Doctor Banner... put down the scepter."

He looks down at his hand, surprised to see he's holding Loki's scepter, mortified that he has it. A computer beeps, breaking the tense silence. The sounds makes us all turn to it.

Stark analyzes the screen, then for the first time since meeting him, his words calm me, "Got it."

Banner puts down the scepter and walks over to the computer, watching all of our expressions, "Sorry, kids. You don't get to see my little party trick after all."

Thor looks up, "Located the Tesseract?

"I can get there faster." Stark is already moving for the door.

"Look, all of us..." I begin, not wanting this to escalate anymore.

"The Tesseract belongs on Asgard, no human is a match for it." The Asgardian cuts me off.

Stark almost makes it to the door, but Rogers stops him, 'You're not going alone!"

"You gonna stop me?"

"Put on the suit, let's find out."

"I'm not afraid to hit an old man."

"Put on the suit." Rogers presses, voice tight while I start towards the squabbling men.

At that moment, Banner who's looking at the monitor, seems to notices something.

"Oh my God! " He exclaims.

Just as he about to go on, an explosion goes off, and I plummet down as the ground falls from under me.

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Ahhhhhhh!

So bad things are happening, really bad things. So how do you see Sienna now after her dream/flashback? Yes, she did kill her mother at age nine, but was it right? Or is she a cold-blooded killer? Personally, I haven't decided. You guys?

So tell me what you think of Sienna. I want like a paragraph, but a few simple words is good to.

Love you all!