Not A Monster ● Loki × Reader ●

14 - Oh, not bad- HOLY $HIT!!!

TW - Guns, Jealousy, Death (not actually)

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Another week since my mic drop to Fury and I was back in S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters for testing. All this so I would no longer be seen as an imminent threat to the agency... 

In theory, it wouldn't matter what I do. I would always be seen as a threat in their eyes. It would never matter what I did to prevent it or try to right my wrong-doings. Nothing would ever work and I knew that because I've been trying for... what? Going on three months now? 

Like I said; Once a threat, always a threat.

"Alright. Just shoot all those targets as fast as you can. Each row has a different unloaded gun, so you'll have to load them before shooting. You'll be timed on all of it." A woman named Agent Hill stoop with a stopwatch, a man named Agent Coulson stood beside her with a clipboard and pen in hand. 

I survey the guns, recognizing all of them.

"Do I have to do them one at a time?" I ask.

"Yes." Hill rolls her eyes.

"Can I load them how I want?"

This made her pause. "Uh, Yes."

Coulson marks something on a page. "Start." 

In an instant, I'm in front of the first gun, which was a basic hand gun. Easy enough. I grab the magazine, putting it in while my magic seeped from my mind. Fury had requested that I have full strength, so Tony temporarily took off my PL's. By the time I pulled on the slide, I already had used my magic to set up the other guns. The selection was well-versed, I'll give them that. A hand gun, sniper rifle, submachine gun, and an ancient looking assault rifle - give or take circa 1916.

I aim and shoot, moving on to the next gun faster than light. Not really, but you get the point. 

Aim, fire, bullseye, move on.

Submachine guns were always one of my favorites. When I was still small, I'd imitate the sound of it firing and Treble would have to stop me before Superior found and had his way with me. I was the most well-versed with this one. Was a scope really necessary? I fire without it, hitting my target. 

Now I was left with the ancient thing. There's still a bayonet on it. Impressive, but not difficult enough. I fire, hitting just a bit left of a bullseye. But if it was a person's head, they wouldn't be alive.

"And time!" Coulson calls out and Hill stops the timer. 

Fury was hovering over Coulson's shoulder, looking at my time. "One minute forty-three seconds. Impressive, l/n. Fastest yet. How'd you do it?" He fixed his black trench coat.

I slip seamlessly into a military stance, legs slightly spread, arms clasped behind my back, chin up. "You never stated how I had to load the weapons, so I loaded them all at once." 

"Loophole jumper. Noted. Follow me." He gestured for me to follow with his finger. "Agent Hill, Coulson," he addressed them, then got them to follow too. "Next, you'll do a standard duel against two people we picked from the Avengers team that match your..." He looked me up and down with his only eye. "...abilities."

We entered a room that very much reminded me of the training rooms within the tower. Large, spacious, and sturdy enough for magic users like myself. I would know, I've personally tested the tower's.

On the sidelines, blocked by what I could only assume was a magic-proof glass barricade, was the entire team. Everyone. Tony, Clint, Bruce, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Sam, Pietro, Peter... and Loki... Coulson and Hill had situated themselves behind the glass as well. I turn to look at the people I'll be going against only to see Bucky and Wanda.