V I G I L A N C E ~ (MCU) ~

C H A P T E R 1_

"All this fighting over me is certainly flattering but can we get on with this imprisonment? Getting a bit boring here," Loki says without a care in the world.

I frown at him being okay with defeat. But I guess he is extremely outgunned.

"Loki's coming with us," the Captain says carefully to me as I begin to calm down. "We won't let other people die like your family while the cube is still hidden. His men are still going around the globe doing just that. And we have to stop them."

I clinch my teeth as some of the anger dies out, knowing his words make sense even if I almost refuse to listen to them. The back of my head is yelling at me to stop, showing me what it would be like if others had to go through what I did.

I suddenly lose my strength. The fury turns into pain and my gaze falls to the ground. I accept defeat as Stark lets me go. I collapse and my hands hit the concrete. I shut my eyes and try to control my rage. My heart is still beating hard and my insides are boiling. I let out a frustrated cry as I hear them bringing the ship down and readying to put Loki in as their prisoner.

I feel Captain America's eyes on me as I breathe hard, sitting there on my knees as my head spins with so many thoughts. Half of my brain is screaming and roaring, telling me this isn't what is supposed to happen and to kill him now! The other half is telling me to stop. That everything will fall if I kill him now. That others will continue to die.

The constant battle rages on until I hear the hatch open and they are about to put him in.

No.

No I can't let him go.

I've come too far to let him out of my sight.

I can't...

But I can't take on three supers at once and I'm weak.

But I can't let him go...

I stand to my feet in a panic. "Wait!" I call out.

They stop and look at me.

"Where are you taking him?"

"That's classified," Captain Rogers says.

"Then I'm coming with you." I need to get on that ship.

"Absolutely not."

I run forward to them. "I'm super. I have powers. I can be of use. Let me come. Please." I walk up to the captain as he takes his helmet off, his blue eyes visible under his set brow. "Please I can help," I try to convince him with the best desperate look I can conjure.

"There's no way we're letting you aboard. You almost killed us," he says insensitively, not buying it.

"But I have to come!" I beg. "After all of this I can't let him out of my sight! I won't kill him. Not until you get what you need. I pinky promise," I spat out without thinking. I realize that was something my mother and I always did since I was tiny. When we make a pinky promise we won't ever break it. I shove the memory of her holding my tiny chubby hands from my mind and swallow. "Please."

He doesn't change his hard look.

"I say let her," Stark comments, taking off his own helmet.

"That's not your decision to make," the captain argues.

"Do you see the one eyed Mace Windu here? Come on I'm sure he'd be excited to have another lab rat on the carrier," he almost smirks.

"Stark, she's dangerous. She'll risk our whole operation."

"I won't harm anything," I argue. "And I don't want to kill anyone. Why would I? My only beef is with the Asgardian."

Rogers turns to me. "There's no way we can trust you."