Drugs and Alcohol can't fix Everything

Part 1

I emerged out of dust that had gathered on the streets of New York City after sending a few of my people from my army out as bait to the Avengers. The rest of my army followed and the Avengers all lined up.

"Give up yet?" I asked, "not in a million years," Rogers replied. "I guess we have to do this the hard way then." After I said that my army came charging like a herd of cattle towards the Avengers.

The Avengers came running at us too.

The fighting continued. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours. The Avengers were not giving up and my army wasn't powerful enough compared to Stark and his team's equipment.

We were going to get beat. There was no way of getting out of it. We had to try our best and hope for the best but it wouldn't be enough...

-a few hours later-
I was surrounded. The Avengers had took down my whole team and I was the only one left. Half the city destroyed, people killed, all because of me.

"We never give up Loki, God of Mischief," Natasha said with a smirk but said "God of Mischief" in a mockingly way. I just stood there defeated while they snatched the sceptre off me, put me in chains and lead me to the Quinjet.

After arriving at S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury and some of security came and brought me to one of their "high tech" cells. They shoved me in there as if I was nothing, but I've been used to that my whole life so I didn't say anything about it.

"So you're just going to leave me here?" I questioned. "Yes, yes we are at least until we find something even more secure for you." Fury replied, carefully thinking about what he was saying with a stern face. "Isn't this secure enough for me?" I said with a smirk plastered across my face, "no not exactly." He said and then walked back out.

I sat there for days and days and days, waiting and thinking of ways to get out and finally be free again, until...