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Chapter 3; The God of Mischief

Y/N WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THOUGHT. His chin rested on his fist, still taking everything in. Not only was the news of Barton going rogue affecting him, he was now in the same room with his idol, Captain America.

He did his best not to fanboy.

His brain was full of thought. Too much stress. The day prior, he had to bust seven operations, including a scold from his Director. The next day, his friend was now in the midst of a mind controlled state. The guilt was rising through his core, especially with the talk he had with Romanoff.

Life wasn't so perfect for the L/N.

Suddenly, he was pulled out of his thoughts as a sound of beeping rung.

"We got a hit!" Sitwell announced as he turned his chair. "A 67% match. Wait. Cross match, 79%." He corrected.

Coulson walked up to Sitwell.

"Location?"

"Stuttgart, Germany." Sitwell answered as the monitor zoomed in on the map. "Not exactly hiding."

The picture of Loki in a casual suit appeared on screen.

"Captain. L/N" Fury called out, causing both to turn to Nick. "You're up."

Y/N took a deep breath before releasing it.

'Ah shit.'

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LOKI GRINNED MENACINGLY AS HIS SUIT APPEARED ON HIM. The screams of civilians and frantic all around was a joy to his sights. People rushing over the other side of the street, In fear by the God of Mischief.

A police car's siren annoyed him as he walked, causing him to shoot a beam with his scepter, Causing the car to flip over.

"Kneel before me."

Another illusion of Loki appeared infront of them, in attempt to run away from the trickster. More illusions popped up until they were all surrounded.

"I said...."

Loki hit the ground with his scepter, emitting a blue light.

"KNEEEEEELLLL!"

The crowd reluctantly dropped to their knees, eyes of fear all rubbed on them. Their heartbeats quickening as worry levels rose.

Loki grinned.

Sick bastard.

"Is it not this simpler?" Loki's ego rising at the sight before him. Men, Women. All kneeling before him. "Is this not your natural state?"

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, For identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

Slowly, an elderly folk stood up.

"Not to men like you...."

Loki lightly chuckled. His white-punchable teeth shown to all who see. "There are no men like me." He pointed out.

The elder shook his head.

"There are always men like you."

Loki had enough. "Look to your elder, people." He says, brining up his scepter, slowly pointing it at the old man as the sound of the blue light emitting could be heard. "Let him be an example."

As it shot, The old man startled as it was not able to hit him. He slowly opened his eyes to see a blue, red and white figure. He dropped down, deflecting the blast with his shield.