Chapter 5: Uh-oh

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Third person's POV
They arrived to the helicarrier and saw that Fury was there, waiting for them as they descended down to the platform slowly. Fury looked grim, hands behind his back, ready to drag Loki to his cell.

Jack laughed at the trickster god. "You made him pissed now, Loki. Never thought I'd see the day Fury wants someone dead so much."

But the God didn't look scared, but the opposite. He had a evil glimpse in eyes. It looks like he wanted this to happen, but for what? He frowned. What is this guy planning?

Once the door opened, he met an angry Fury and twelve soldiers with their gun out. He roughly pulled him out of the jet and escort him to his jail cell, but before that, he called a medic over to tend Jack's wound.

They walked inside and rested in the main room. Jack took off his ruined vest and tank top and showed the doctor his injury. He cleaned and rubbed alcohol on it.

Unknown to him, a certain someone had their eyes glued to his upper body. Those chiseled abs, perfect biceps and hard-looking chest: he was ripped. Steve was more ripped and bigger, but the current size of Frostbite is perfect for the male.

"In case it's unclear," fury's voice rang through the speaker, "if you try to escape, if you so much as scratch that glass, it's 30,000 feet straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works? Ant, boot."

"It's an impressive cage. Not built for me, I think." He smirked, not a tint of fear lash onto it at all.

"It was built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh I've heard. A mindless beast. Makes play he's still a man." Walking slowly to the security camera, he stared into it as he continued to taunt. "How desperate are you, that you call such lost creatures to defend you?"

"How desperate I am?" He stomped over to him, anger raising, until he was only a few inches from the glass. "You threatened my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace, but you kill, because it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad you did."

"It burns you to come so close. To have the tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share. And then to be reminded what real power is."

"Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something."

Their conversation ended, leaving us quiet, baffled, by it.

"He really grows on you, doesn't he?" Dr. Bruce smiled nervously.

"Don't let him get to you, doc. That guy's insane." I said and mumbled a thank-you to the doctor after he finished putting bandages on me. I felt Thor's glare, but he said nothing. That was a great first impression— well, second.

"Loki's gonna drag this out. So Thor, what's his play?"

"He has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard, or any world known. He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth, in return, I suspect, for the tesseract." Thor said.

"An army from outer space, huh?" I said. "To do that, he needs to open a portal. That's why he needs Erik Selvig."

"Selvig?" Thor repeated.

"He's a physicist." Natasha answered.

"He's a friend."

"Loki has him under some sort of spell, along with one of ours." I frowned a bit at the mentioning of Clint. His poor family...

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