I end up in a SHIELD medical bay as they take another look at my shoulder. I hate hospitals for certain reasons. Everyone I've been in reminds me of the day I held my fathers hand as he died. I can see his lifeless eyes, feel his cold hand, smell death everywhere. I hate them.

I end up given some new healing cream, they my wound is banged again before I head off towards the bridge. I walk in, checking one of the moniters. I see Loki in a clear glass cage, Fury looking at him from the outside.

"In case it's unclear, you even scratch that glass, "Fury says going over to a control panel, and presses a button. The bottom right underneath the cage disappears, only the air beneath Loki,"Thirty thousand feet, straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?!"

Fury closes the hatch by pressing one button. He points at Loki.

"Ant."He then points at the button which would drop Loki into the sky,"Boot."

Loki starts to stroll around, smirking,"It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me."

Fury just stares,"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

I see Banner squirm a little in his chair. I look at him, watching how he reacts. He obviously doesn't like to talk about the big guy.

Loki looks into the camera,"Oh, I've heard.The mindless beast, makes play he's still a man. How desperate are you, that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you? "

Fury scoffs,"How desperate am I? You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did."

Loki just smirks,"Ooh. It burns you to come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is."

My eyebrows knit together. And he is real power?

I watch as Fury's face goes tight, then smiles,"Well, you let me know if Real Power wants a magazine or something."

Fury walks off, leaving Loki in his glass cell. We all look up from the moniters, silent.

"Really grows on ya, doesn't he," Banner finally says.

"Loki gonna drag this out," Rogers starts, coming out of thought," So Thor, what's his play?"

"He has an army called the Chituari," He immediately answers,"They are not of Asgard or any world known. He intends to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect, for the Tesseract."

"An army," Rogers says quizzically, "From outer space?"

Banner fiddles with his glasses,"So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for."

Thor suddenly becomes interested,"Selvig?"

"He's an astrophysicist."

"He's a friend."

"Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours." Natasha says, speaking for the first time. I watch as a cloud passes through her face, but it's gone in a second.

Rogers continues,"I wanna know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here."

Banner shakes his head,"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him."

I give a small snort.

Thor glares,"I don't care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother."

"He killed eighty people in two days." I say flatly.

His head drops,"He's adopted."

Don't laugh Sienna, don't laugh.

Banner goes back to thinking,"Iridium, what did they need the Iridium for? "

"It's a stabilizing agent."Stark says as he enters the room, Coulson right behind,"Keep the love alive. Means the portal won't collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD."

He turns to Thor, tapping his arm"No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing."

I glare at him from behind Thor, and he goes back to talking about things that matter,"Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants."

He looks at the bridge and I spot the guy playing video games earlier. Apparently Stark does to,"Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails. That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did."

He then goes on to complain about Fury's control panel, when I see him slip something behind it. I peer at it. Small, circular, electronic.

Stark goes back to his favorite pastime, talking,"Well, that sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily."

I almost gag at Stark addressing Clint like the enemy, but I have to as well. It's the only way to battle Loki. If he's dangling him in front of us, he'll think we won't budge. But that can't stop us.

"Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube."

I look away from the control panel and stare at the billionaire,"When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?"

"Last night," he looks at all of us, as if disappointed,"The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?"

Rogers ignores Stark,"Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?"

"He got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier." Banner answers.

"Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunnelling effect." Stark answers back.

"Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet."

The billionaire smiles,"Finally, someone who speaks English."

Rogers looks around, bewildered,"Is that what just happened?"

Stark and Banner shake hands. A glimmer in their eyes shines, as if they had found their long lost brother. Nerds.

"It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. You're work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster." he says.

Banner just looks down,"Thanks."

Fury walks in swiftly, breaking the bromance moment,"Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him."

Rogers leans on the table,"Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon."

"I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys."

Thor looks up,"Monkeys? I do not understand."

"I do! I understood that reference." Cap exclaims, looking quite proud of himself.

Stark rolls his eyes, then turns to Banner,"Shall we play, doctor?"

"Let's play some."

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I wander the halls, waiting for something to happen. Fury isn't happy with me about going after boys in the forest, so he dismissed me from all work today. I hate being bored. Fury knows this. I go to my room, sitting on my bed silently.

I've always found comfort in silence. A strange thing. No noise, just you and oxygen. It has been my abyss to hide in, or my shroud to cover myself in.

Silence becomes a spy's best friend. It is your warning when sound breaks it, or a comfort in late hours. It hides us, because to be silent is to be invisible. To be invisible is not be seen, heard, even felt.

But it's a torturer as well. It allows grief to swallow you when no one is watching. It reveals the horrors when your alone. It lets you wallow in sorrow, plunging you into regret. It can be a spies worst enemy as well.

For now, it is just silence. Nothing harmless, nothing harmful. I think about all the things that have happen the past few days. It's a crazy story. It's a fantasy, but it's real. I still can't fully believe it.

It's night. I am tired. I slip into pajamas before hoping into bed. I feel my eyelids drop, and I fall into sleep.

Dreams seem to like me, especially nightmares. Sometimes my dad will pop up, others times people I've killed. This time it's the daughter of a terrorist.

~~~~~~~~~dream~~~~~~~~~~

I poise my weapon to Senator Albras head.

"Last words?" I say. The man just looks behind me as I cock the silenced pistol. I pull the trigger. The man falls.

"Baba!" I recognize the Arabic word for father. I turn to see a girl not older than ten, tears streaming down her face.

"Killer!" she screams. I'm guessing this is the only English word she knows. She screams it at the top of her lungs, over and over again. Her tears swim around me before swallowing me.

I drown in the dark water as the young girls screams fade out. I hear the whosh of water instead, but it soon replaced with different screams, screams I know all to well.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up with a start, sweat encasing me. That one was new. From a mission I did two years ago.

I get out of bed and shake my head, blinking my eyes hard to assure me the dreams over. I can't go back to sleep, Im fully awake. I look at the clock. 3:57. Early, but still considered getting up in the morning.

I throw on a jumpsuit and jog down to the gym, my boots almost silent as they hit the metal. SHIELD boots are about as quiet as you can get. I arrive at the door to the gym, about to press the button when I hear something. Pounding. I put my ear to the door to listen. Someone's using the punching bags. Due to there repetitive exhaling, it's a male.

I slowly open the door, peering through. Blong, tall, muscular. Rogers? I creep in, unnoticed, and look at his side profile. Yep, that's Cap. He's deep in thought, but still punching to what seems to be a beat.

I get up," Couldn't sleep?"

Startled by my sudden appearance, he immediately looks up,"No ma'am. You?"

"Early training." I lie. The benefits of being a spy: Your a great liar.

I whip out a acid tipped knife and throw it at a nearby target. It hits dead center of the hard, eroding a hole in it's chest.

"Oh," Rogers says," I didn't know people still used throwing knives. Even back in my day, the were uncommon."

I whip out another one, hitting the right eye," Still are. It's a specialty of mine."

We go back to are separate activities. In ten minutes, I've completely demolished ten targets, and Cap has killed two punching bags. I change from knife throwing to pistol shooting. I add my silencer on and start picking off moving targets.

"Ma'am," Rogers speaks up. I quickly shoot two more targets before looking at him.

"Yes."

"Do you possibly have World War 2 history books? No one else on the carrier has any."

My eyes gleam in delight at they mention of history," Three different ones. I never have the time to read them though. I can run them by your room later."

"Thank you ma-"

"Oh," I say, sorta cutting him off," It's not very 21st century to say ma'am."

"So I call you Cinna?"

I don't mean to glare, but I do. Rogers just looks completely and utterly lost. I quickly replace a smile," Agent Firman is fine."