꒰ 🧸 ꒱ ♡ ༘° ┊𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 UNO

The quiet rattlings of the plants hanging from the ceiling added a nice background noise to the anxiety inducing silence Sloan's apartment produced. She'd be willing to admit that the uncomfortable silence was mostly her fault, due to her glueing her windows shut. Her landlord wasn't very appreciative of that either.

The sounds of the passing cars twelve feet below almost distracted her from her task at hand... almost.

"185...186...187...wait, that's it? Fucking liars," Sloan groaned as she picked her phone up, "hey Siri, how many seeds are on a strawberry?" She asked.

"Approximately 200 seeds."

She looked at the small pile of seeds, bare strawberry and tweezers in front of her, "traitor."

She sighed in irritation, seeing as she just wasted an hour of her life. Her phone began to ring and she answered without looking at the caller ID, "what?" She questioned harshly.

"Hello to you too," Tony chuckled.

"Anthony Stark, why the hell are you calling me?" She rolled her eyes, "I told you, I'm done trying to hook you up with my friend--"

"What? Goodness, what type a man do you take me for?" He chuckled, "I'm just trying to check up on you."

There was a long silence before she spoke again, "you need something, don't you?"

"Possibly. I just... need your abilities?"

"...are you fucking kidding me?" She scolded through the phone, "for what? There's no threat right now."

"Oh it's more of a, uhm, internal..affair. Yeah, internal- it's an internal thing and I'd like to have you play mediator on my side."

"Your side as in?"

She could practically hear his grin through the phone, "the people who aren't currently locked up in a foreign jail. I'll even pay for your flight," he rushed to add.

"Flight? Jail? Where the hell are you?"

"Germany," another voice yelled before Tony could answer, causing Tony to quickly silence them.

"And who was that?"

"Some half robot thing you met briefly, don't mind him. Do I have a yes? No? Maybe so?"

She considered her options. She could be in Germany beating some random people's ass or she could sit in her sealed up apartment and pluck the seeds off another strawberry.

With a sigh she answered back, "do I need to pack?"


Going from being locked up in a relatively nice apartment in New York to the wide expanse of Germany was something that felt like whiplash. Sloan didn't leave the house often, the bustling noises left her constant headaches which only made her lash out and cause harm to those around her.

In her seclusion, she learned to keep her abilities at bae until she needed them. So shockingly, there she sat in the helicopter that was currently landing on a platform in the middle of the ocean. It was storming and raining and Sloan thought not even her abilities could calm the waters.

"So, let me get this straight," Sloan started, "we're here because they didn't want to sign a bunch of papers that'll limit you to the people you can help?"

"Precisely," Tony confirmed, sliding his sunglasses off briefly to clean them.

"Well what the hell? I haven't seen you all in a year and a half and everything goes to shit, hm? Where's Bruce?"

"Don't know."

"Thor?"

"Nope."

"For fuc-- Nat?"

"I think you already know the answer."

Sloan sighed and hopped out of the helicopter. She met with an abundance of agents that made her remember exactly why she didn't want to be associated with the government again. The guns, the sense of superiority, the unnecessarily expensive clothing. It all made her sick.

Tony stopped to talk with one of said agents while she continued her trek forward and saw her former teammates locked in high-security cells, "what the hell?"

"Sloan?" She heard three different voices call at the same time.

Sam, Clint, Wanda, some..guy. Wait a minute.

"Where the hell is Rogers?"

"Him and Buck got away," Sam informed with a small smile.

"...Buck? As in, the Winter Soldier?" she questioned and he nodded, "as in the guy that tried to kill all of us, ran off and blew up King T'Chaka?"

"Turns out it wasn't him," Tony made his presence known and the mood of the room shifted. Clint rolled his eyes and turned his back towards the glass, Sam and Wanda following suit.

"Guys, what the actual fuck? You do all this for Steve and what, he just leaves?"

"We let him," the mystery man clarified, "Scott Lang," he introduced, noting her confusion.

"Sloan Richardson and what an ass... So what am I here for, exactly? It's not like I'd sign the damn papers if I were in your position."

"You're coming with me to find Rogers."

"What?" Everyone exclaimed.

"Mhm, he has a partner and I wanted a partner. As you know, Rhodey's in the hospital and," he looked down at his watch and walked over to Sam's cell, "we have about a minute before they cut the feed back on," he glanced up at Sam, "where's Rogers?"


"I don't know if this is gonna turn out well," Sloan complained as she shivered in the frigid air. She sported a long sleeve, white flowy dress with a white corset secured tightly around her waist. Her bare feet burned from the frost of the snow and she was grateful once they reached the small warehouse Sam told them they could find them in.

"I'm gonna apologize then we'll all find a way to get everyone out of that prison."

"Alright, after this, I'm never helping you people again," she grinned.

"Suit yourself," he smiled before shutting the face portion of his mask, "be on the lookout, Avatar," he warned and she rolled her eyes.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," she grumbled and tied a scarf around her head to act as a headband.

"Would you prefer Virgin Mary because that's how you're dressed."

"... I'll take Avatar."

They quietly walked throughout the facility and paused when they came into contact with a door. Tony slowly pried them open and there stood the two fugitives they were looking for, "Rogers, Barnes," Sloan greeted briefly, "I hear you two are in quite the predicament."

"Sloan?" Steve questioned in a confused tone as he slowly stalked towards them, Bucky still had his gun raised.

"You seem a little defensive," Tony commented after taking his mask off.

"It's been a long day," Steve responded, "you brought Sloan into this? Really?"

"Because you're acting like a dumbass," she smiled and stomped her left foot, causing the floor to crumble and crack in front of her. Steve quickly moved out of the way before the shockwave could knock him over.

"We're here for a truce," Tony spoke quickly once he saw Bucky aim his gun towards Sloan, "so, Skywalker, put the gun down."

With hesitance, Bucky lowered his weapon and Sloan crossed her arms, "so what's here, exactly?" She questioned as they began walking around, "money? Guns? People?"

"The latter," Steve answered curtly.

"What type of people?"

"Those people," Bucky answered with a small gasp.

Yellow, dim lights illuminated about a dozen tanks with people seated inside of them. The room itself towered high above them and the chambers were evenly spaced throughout the room. As they got closer, Sloan noticed a bullet in the middle of one of their heads. In all of their heads.

"These people look a bit... deceased."

"That they are," a voice sounded over the system. The scratchy voice echoed through the expanse of the empty yet cluttered room.

Sloan couldn't even listen to what he was saying as she examined each of the now dead super soldiers. It wasn't until she saw Steve's shield bounce off one of the walls that she was pulled out of her trance.

"Oh god," Sloan mumbled. She carefully analyzed the tanks to determine whether there was water in them or not. The steam coming from them was a bit overwhelming but she could see through enough to see whatever they were sitting in.

Maybe I'll be able to use the snow from outsi--

"Woah!" Sloan's thoughts were once again interrupted when Steve's shield whizzed past her quickly. Without much thought, she raised her hands up and large boulders from the ground lifted with her.

With a grunt, she sent the rocks hurdling towards Bucky and Steve who were currently attacking Tony. One of the rocks pushed Tony's arm up, causing him to hit one of the pillars. The explosion was like a row of dominos, once that one exploded, it fell on another two causing those to explode as well.

"I zoned out for two seconds," she muttered in annoyance as she kept throwing rocks towards Bucky and Steve, now lighting them on fire before tossing them. She essentially distracted Steve while Tony went after Bucky. After all, he was the one who killed his parents.

Steve caught on quickly and threw his shield at Sloan but she caught it, "you don't wanna do this Steve."

"I could say the same to you," he glared and started running towards her. She quickly used his shield to smash open one of the non-damaged chambers and conjured a rope made of water.

When Steve was close enough, she threw a lasso of water and roped it around his neck, pulling him back towards her, "what was that?" She whispered in his ear.

"This is hardly anything," he choked out as he reached for his shield.

"You're being strangled with water, I'd watch my tone," she pulled the rope tighter.

"And I'd watch my strength," he muttered before jumping up onto one of the many platforms above them. He quickly twisted her around and lunged her another three stories up making her hand with a grunt.

"You're an ass Rogers," she groaned.

"I don't try to be," he nodded and continued to climb his way to the top.

Sloan staggered up and began launching small balls of fire from her hands at anyone she could. Tony and Bucky were now near the top and Steve wasn't that far from them. One of the balls she threw hit the mechanics that opened up the ceiling, causing it to close again.

Tony gave her a thumbs up while Bucky fell back, being caught but Tony and pulled into a head-lock. It was only seconds later that Tony sent them both flying back, his grip still tight around Bucky's neck. Steve jumped onto them some ways down and Sloan followed in suit causing them to all tumble apart and hit the bottom.

Sloan coughed and sputtered out a bit of blood once she landed on the hard, cold concrete. She looked up to see Tony and Steve already going at each other again. She knew she should've never left the house to sort out issues she had nothing to do with.

"Oh come on," she grunted and staggered to her feet, melting the snow and using it as ropes to ward Steve and Bucky away from Tony. It was soon proven difficult seeing as Steve easily sliced them away with that damned shield of his. One time, it rebounded and hit her in the face.

She stumbled back and watched as Steve and Bucky basically jumped Tony. Tag-team, team up, gang up, whatever else she could call it.

Tony held his own and eventually only had to fight Bucky off which left Steve and Sloan fighting. More like Sloan tossing rocks and balls of fire while Steve tried his best to dodge them. Sloan was gearing up to throw something else at Steve when Bucky's arm-- Bucky's arm?-- knocked her over.

She lifted the surprisingly heavy metal off her and looked at Bucky who was now sprawled on the ground with his arm burned off, "holy hell."

"That's a bit of an oxymoron, don't you think?" Tony grunted out just as Steve lifted him above his head.

"When did this turn into WWE?" Sloan called as she leaped onto Steve's back, trying to loosen his grip.

"I know rig-- hey!" Tony started when Steve flung both of them off of him.

Sloan landed too far away to prevent Steve from continuing his beating on Tony, eventually jamming his shield into his reactor. Sloan swore she could hear the machine shut down from where she lay. She lifted her hand to prevent Steve from doing anymore damage when he sent his shield back, slamming her hand into the wall.

The cry she let out bounced off the concrete walls and echoed out into the snow. Steve paused his movements and hurriedly twisted around to face her, "Sloan!"

"You..ass!" She yelled and whimpered in pain as she tossed the shield next to her and crawled over to where Tony lay.

It was silent for a few moments when Steve hauled Bucky up and began to walk out with his shield attached to his arm.

"My father made that shield," Tony added before spitting off to the side.

Steve sighed and tossed the shield down before continuing to limp away which led Sloan to finally let the tears escape her eyes.

Tony looked down at her severed wrist, "I could make you a new hand," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

She glared at him and lifted her good hand, ready to throw a rock at him but nothing happened. Tony's face fell concerned as he watched her struggle to conjure up anything, "oh no," she muttered and turned to him with wide eyes, "I can't do anything anymore."

2 months later

The weeks following Sloan's hand being broken were weird and awful for her. She regained mobility fairly quickly but she still hadn't managed to conjure anything. She fell into a repetitive pattern and was slowly driving herself mad.

She re-glued her windows at least five times, bought ten more plants when she already owned way too many and plucked an entire pack of strawberries until she found one with 200 seeds or more. Out of the dozens, there were only two.

She hated Steve, she hated Tony, she hated Bucky, she hated the situation as a whole. It was at the point where she'd accept anything new in her life--

9:34 a.m. Sloan jumped awake from her sleep at the sound of her cat loudly meowing. It's cries were coming from the living room and Sloan stumbled from her bed and crossed her messy room.

"Cookie, shut the fuck up," she croaked as she marched into the living room, "Cook, I swear to-- oh my," she gasped and gripped her chest tightly.

There sat the one person she was not expecting. His dark, slicked back hair showed a big contrast against his pale skin. His legs were crossed elegantly and his nimble fingers were intertwined in front of his face.

"Hello. Would you mind telling that pest to quiet down, I'd like to speak with you," the low rumbling of his voice brought her right out of her sleep.

"Loki? What the hell are you doing here? In my home-- wait, how'd you even get in?" She questioned, scooping her cat up in her arms and sitting on the end of the couch farthest from him, "what, what, what do you want?"

"I'm supposed to be dead," he informed with a small smile, "I'm going to reside here, or wherever you decide to provide a cover for me."

Sloan rolled her neck, "the fuck? Or what?" She scoffed.

"Or I kill you," he said as if it was obvious.

"What if I'm suicidal?" She raised a quizzical brow.

Loki sighed heavily and leaned back into the seat, "how about... I will help you regain your powers."

She cleared her throat, "how'd you know they were gone?"

"I can't imagine it's easy trying to channel dirt with a hand covered in a plastic endoskeleton."

Sloan huffed and tilted her head up, "who's to say you won't just kill me after you don't need me anymore?"

He smirked, "I thought you were suicidal."

"I gave a scenario."

"And here's another, you do this, I don't kill you. Or, I find another useless midgardian and stab them the minute they open the door to their apartment, your choice," he tilted his head with a small smirk.

"Fine, whatever. Don't think we're gonna be roommates. Enjoy the rain you slimy slug," she called behind her as she made her way back to her room, "what the hell? Making a deal with the fucking devil."

"I wouldn't call myself the devil, per se. God of Mischief is much more fitting."

"Jesus!" Sloan shrieked and dropped Cookie who landed with an equally loud screech. There sat Loki at the foot of her bed, looking up at her with a small smile.

"We still have things to discuss."

"We'll discuss them later--"

"No, we'll discuss them now," he repeated, dusting off his suit, "Vanaheim and or Alfheim."

Sloan shrugged, "what's that? A drug?"

"Two realms that may be able to help with your situation," he informed, "I'll take you in due time."

"You could take me now," she crossed her arms, "listen here, Shego, either you take me today or you can kill this entire block for all I care."

He bit the inside of his cheek and considered his options, "tomorrow."

"Today."

"Tomorrow."

"Tonight."

"Fine-- wait--"

"Nope, no take-backs," she chuckled and patted his shoulder before flopping back on her bed, "this is real fun, I'm having fun. Are you having fun?"

"I'm starting to regret even coming here," he murmured.

"Then why did you?"

He shrugged, "I know you have no relation with Avengers anymore and you seem to have a particular dislike for the police, so I figured I best seek refuge here."

"Why not on your own?"

"...would you like me to leave?"

"Yes but I need my abilities back, so," Sloan pushed herself up on her elbows and tilted her head at him, "there's something you're not telling me. What is it?"

"As if I'd tell you," Loki scoffed and stood from her bed, "and do I seem like the type to--"

"Yes," she interrupted.

"Okay," Loki held up his hands and waved them in a mocking gesture, "just trust m--"

"No."

"Cooperate?"

Sloan tapped her chin in contemplation, "I could agree to that, I guess. God, making a villain, am I?"

"Well I wouldn't call myself a villain bu--"

"Shut the fuck up."

a/n: I'm so happy the loki series is giving us Loki's personality because a bitch was just guessing how he acted before