Intertwine

13 - There's Always Revenge

"I didn't know you could hold it for that long. Been practicing much?" He sneered.

"I don't know if you saw, but she uses knives now. Is that something you taught her or something she picked up by herself?"

"She learnt that. I didn't teach her."

"Say one stupid thing, and I will make you feel her pain." I promised.

"What counts as stupid?" He challenged.

"Watch it." I sighed. "I want revenge. They took everything from me. They killed innocent people with their tests. The Ascendency will stop at nothing to find her, we both know that. The only way to keep her safe is to put a stop to them."

"If she dies there's no point."

"Revenge. There's always revenge. Also there'll be a hell of a lot of chaos if we actually do this. You do like chaos."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then you get a live feed." I pointed to a section of the glass window. "Of her dying, slowly. Now of course she might not be even able to die, so you'll just watch her waste away instead."

"Sounds pleasant."

"Or you can help us. It's your choice."

He stood up and came closer to me, looking at me as though he was giving an object an inspection, his green eyes slowly going over every feature in my face. He sat back down, evidently satisfied.

"I'm far more used to giving ultimatums than receiving them. However, as much as I am loathed to admit it, you have a point." He acknowledged.

"I... I do? I really didn't think it would be that easy."

"Sure. Work with the avengers, take down an international group of insane scientists, not die in the process. What could go wrong?"

"A lot."

"Excellent." He grinned.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about this?"

"Me? Of course not. The real question is, are you?"

I looked up at the ceiling in silent prayer. "If you betray us, me-"

"You'll kill me?" He finished. "I get that a lot.

"No." I said. "I'll make sure Roara Woodson never sees the light of day again."

"You're not powerful enough for that kind of magic."

I leant forwards, looking right into his eyes. "Try me."

"Fine. I really don't think it's a good idea that you're bargaining someone else's sanity here. I do really only care about myself. I don't know if you've been made aware of that yet."

I nodded. "Sure." I stood up to go. Turning around swiftly I threw my arms out, a white line connecting myself to Loki. He yelped and fell off his chair.

"That," he gasped getting up, "was not stupid, it was a warning."

"I still have a bit more in here, if you'd like it. Of course you know the longer I hold it, the worse it gets. Did you feel it? Did you feel her physical pain, or her loneliness?"

He said nothing, but rose to his feet, looking down at me.

"Thought so. It was stupid. You were all but begging me to save her when she was bleeding all over the ground. You don't even know if she can die. That seems like caring to me." I shrugged.

"Why do I feel as though you can't be trusted?" Loki asked me.

"Oh probably because I can't be. But then again neither can you."