oblivion. ▷ captain america. [1] •••DISCONTINUED•••

xx ▷ the capture.

T W E N T Y

20. | the capture.
every fairytale needs a
good old fashioned villain

steve.

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SCREAMS ECHO through the square. All the German citizens are kneeling on the concrete, looking up at the man with a golden, horned helmet with horror in their eyes. We had only just made it, considering that I leaped off the plane first and Loki hasn't yet killed anyone that we know of.

Right when I arrive at the sight, Loki is pointing the end of his glowing blue scepter at an elderly man who stands in the middle of all of the kneeling Germans in the dark square. Just before he can blast the man, I sprint in front of him, and the shield reflects the blue blast Loki shoots towards us. I lower my shield to see Loki's cold blue orbs that stare holes into me. He looks like he could kill with just his eyes, not even needing the scepter.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany, I saw a man standing above everybody else," I say, stepping towards Loki confidently. "We ended up disagreeing."

Loki stands, a sneer crawling across his thin lips. "The soldier," he snarls, letting out a cold booming laugh echoing through the square. "The man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time," I retort.

As if on cue, I hear planes soar above the square with their guns cocking.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," Natasha Romanoff's voice demands from the PA system.

Like a childish retaliation, Loki sends a blue spark up into the sky, giving me time to rush over to him and start attacking. I don't even think as I throw punches, resulting in him outsmarting me and throwing me to the ground. I quickly stand back up to continue fighting, tossing my shield at him and ducking underneath his scepter. Unfortunately I end back on the ground, yet still not defeated. I roll over so that I'm on my hands and knees on the ground, ready to stand back up. Just before I can, however, I feel the curve of Loki's scepter on the back of my neck, keeping me down on the ground.

"Kneel," he growls lowly.

After a moment, I duck from under it and sock him in the jaw. "Not today," I breathe out. Just as I look back up, I no longer see him. Instead, I see the end of a scepter whacking me in the jaw, sending me back a few feet. I groan as I hit the ground, still prepared for whatever's coming up next.

Then something odd happens.

Music, intense music I've never heard of before, blares through the square. There are new lights in the sky now too, reminding me of a file I've seen before. Tony Stark, or Iron Man as he's called, has the glowing receptors in the palms of his suit aimed at Loki.

"Make a move, reindeer games," Stark says through another PA-sounding system. Loki's armor vanishes like magic, and he hold up his hands in defeat. "Good move," Stark nods.

So this is Howard's son.

I stand up next to him, still eyeing Loki.

"Mr. Stark," I greet.

"Cap'n," he replies.

[•]

After we get him inside the plane, Loki is put in chains and sat down in a seat all to himself. Agent Romanoff pilots the plane while Tony Stark and I stand to guard Loki. Romanoff speaks to Fury over the phone, telling him that Loki has done absolutely nothing since he's been captured. It's odd, but mostly unsettling.