(Name) sprang into motion with the fluid grace of a predator, her movements sharp and deliberate as she closed the distance between herself and Loki. Her heart pounded in her chest like a war drum, each beat reverberating in her ears. As she got closer, she could feel the faint warmth of his presence, his heartbeat steady, his energy unsettlingly calm despite his chains.

"You're a rupture," she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "A liar, Loki."

The words slipped from her lips like a curse, her mind spinning in a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. It couldn't really be him—could it? Loki wasn't supposed to be here. Not now. Not in this timeline. He wasn't part of Age of Ultron. Her fists clenched at her sides as she wrestled with the knowledge she'd locked away long ago.

She glared at him through the fabric of her blindfold, the silken cloth doing little to dim the intensity of her gaze. "You'd better take him back to Asgard, Thor," she said, her voice tight and commanding. "Before he causes more damage."

Thor nodded solemnly, stepping forward to grab Loki by the wrists, his grip firm and unyielding. But just as Thor was about to drag him away, Loki's lips curled into a wicked smirk.

"Oh, no, darling," Loki purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm not going anywhere."

In a flash, Loki twisted his chained wrists with practiced ease, the enchanted metal looping around (Name)'s neck like a serpent coiling around its prey. The chains tightened, the cold steel pressing against her throat as he pulled her close, his breath warm against her ear. His movements were swift, precise, and far too familiar, as if he had rehearsed this moment in his mind over and over.

(Name) gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to grip the chains, but Loki held firm. His touch wasn't brutal—no, it was deliberate, calculated, as though he were savoring the power he held over her in that instant.

"You've grown clever," Loki whispered, his voice soft yet dangerous, like the edge of a dagger pressed against the skin. "But you can't hide from me."

Thor's eyes widened in alarm as he stepped forward, Mjolnir crackling with lightning. "Loki! Release her!"

But Loki's focus was solely on (Name). His gaze bore into her, eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I know who you are," he murmured, his words a dagger of truth cutting through the chaos. "You can change your name. You can change your world. But you can't change what you are."

(Name) gritted her teeth, the chains biting into her skin. "You're delusional," she spat, though her voice trembled ever so slightly. "Let me go."

Loki chuckled, the sound low and rich with amusement. "Oh, no, dear one," he said, his voice like silk wrapping around her mind. "I remember you. I remember everything. The question is... do you remember me?"

Her mind reeled, memories clawing their way to the surface—memories she had tried so hard to bury. His words, his presence, his gaze—they stirred something deep inside her, something ancient and long-forgotten.

Thor raised Mjolnir, lightning sparking around the hammer. "Release her now, Loki, or face the wrath of Asgard!"

Loki glanced at his brother, the smirk never leaving his face. "Always so dramatic, Thor," he said lazily, before turning his attention back to (Name). His grip on the chains loosened just slightly, but his hold on her mind was unrelenting.

"You've been running for a long time, haven't you?" Loki whispered. "From me. From yourself. But no more."

The chains clattered to the floor as Loki finally let her go, stepping back with a knowing smile.

"We'll see each other again, darling," he promised, his voice lingering in the air like a haunting melody. "Sooner than you think."

SCENEBREAKJ

Thor tightened his grip on Mjolnir, frustration evident in the tense lines of his shoulders as he yanked Loki forward, half-dragging the god through the portal that shimmered to life midair. The swirling energy swallowed them both whole, leaving behind a crackling echo in the Avengers Tower's common room.

The air was thick with tension, an almost tangible static clinging to the walls. Tony Stark stood there, arms crossed, his sharp gaze locked on you. His dark eyes burned with questions—and irritation.

"Care to explain what the hell that was?" he snapped, his tone biting.

You didn't flinch. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you adjusted your blindfold, ensuring it sat snug over your eyes. The soft fabric couldn't hide the storm brewing beneath your calm exterior, nor could it hide the flicker of confusion that danced in your mind.

"I don't know," you said evenly, your voice steady, though your heart was racing. "Loki recognized me."

Tony's brow arched, his expression incredulous. "Recognized you? Recognized you?" He gestured wildly to where the portal had been moments ago. "You're telling me the Loki—God of Mischief, alien menace, frequent flyer on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most-wanted list—knew you, and you have no idea why?"

You met his gaze with an unwavering stare, your fingers tightening at your sides. "I didn't say I have no idea," you said softly.

Natasha, who had been silent up until now, stepped closer. Her keen eyes narrowed, studying you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "Then start talking," she said quietly, her voice calm but firm. "Because Loki doesn't just randomly know people."

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. The truth was a mess you weren't ready to unravel, not here, not now. But with Tony's sharp gaze slicing through the silence and Natasha's unwavering stare holding you in place, you realized there was no escaping it.

"I've encountered him before," you admitted, each word carefully chosen. "But it wasn't... here. It was a long time ago, back when my family—" You paused, clamping your jaw shut as memories you'd buried tried to resurface. "Let's just say I wasn't always on this side of the fight."

Tony's expression darkened, his mind already piecing things together. "Your family? You mean the Gojos?"

You gave a single nod, your blindfold concealing the flicker of emotion that crossed your eyes. "Yes."

Bruce, who had been sitting quietly at the kitchen table, finally spoke, his voice gentle. "So, Loki knows about your family's... history?"

You nodded again, this time slower, your hands clasping behind your back. "He knows more than he should. But whatever game he's playing, he won't win."

Tony shook his head, pacing across the room. "This is a problem," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "A big problem. If Loki's got dirt on you, he'll use it."

"Let him try," you said coldly, your voice sharper than before. "I'm not afraid of him."

Natasha folded her arms across her chest, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Good," she said. "Because I think you're going to have to face him sooner than you think."

Tony turned on his heel, pointing a finger at you. "I hope you're ready to deal with this, Gojo. Because if Loki starts making trouble, it's not just going to be your problem—it's going to be our problem."

You met his gaze, unflinching. "I'm always ready."

But deep down, you couldn't shake the memory of Loki's words:
"I know who you are."

And worse—the unsettling feeling that he was right.