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~The events of this fanfic take place after Loki has been defeated in the Avengers, and has been imprisoned. ~

Chapter one:

~Summary: You are a young Shield Operative, cast in guarding Loki's containment room in a secret underground base.~

The attempt of Earth's enslavement was over about 5 days ago now. During the fight you were very lucky not to be a part of it as you were a new recruit, and to be brutally honest, you are quite a caring person. Not something a ruthless agency is normally looking for. But because of who you are, that made the difference. However, after the aftermath, you had to now pull your weight as half of your co-workers were either dead or critically injured. You were assigned to guard a very dangerous prisoner, Loki the God of Mischief. The next day you would be shipping out to start your mission.

The morning came; you could not sleep last night because of nerves. "Wait a sec; you're not supposed to admit feelings…. Damn." You thought to yourself. You sluggishly sat up, not daring to leave the comfort and protection of the cozy blankets. Instead, you looked around your home. Trinkets and pictures of friends lined the shelves on the walls. A small smile slipped onto your face, "A new beginning" you said softly.

You could say your childhood looked like normal one, a young girl raised with your various family members in a normal home. Until, you opened the door to your seemingly normal home to find… well, the opposite. Your parents were very intelligent people, just like the rest of your family. Of course you were too, yet you seemed to be more laid back in life and enjoyed the company of your friends more than repeatedly studying for hours at home. Unfortunately for you, your parents were not to keen on this way of life. You always try to think they wanted you to be the best that you could be, yet there is always that little voice reminding you that they went to far…

"Bleep Beep!" Your alarm clock buzzed startled you out of your trip down memory lane. "Urgh, I guess I should actually get ready" you said sarcastically to yourself. Fumbling out of bed, you proceeded to take a shower, eat whatever minimal food you had left in your fridge, grabbed your bag and headed out.

Outside your home, there was an all too familiar menacing black van. It was a Shield standard issue transporter. The windows were tinted but you could vaguely make out a figure.

"Whoosh!" The window zapped down to reveal the head of command, Nick Fury. "Oh crap I look like…. well crap! Should have at least but on some makeup to hide the tiredness" You punished yourself mentally.

"Good Morning, Y/n ! Seems like you are so eager to join us this morning, seeing as you barley look like you can stand." Nick said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Sorry Sir!" you said whilst straightening yourself out. You honestly thought you would just have a Shield taxi driver pick you up like usual, but as you continue to think, this mission was far too important.

"Well are you going to get into the Van or what?"

"Yes Sir, sorry sir!" you hastily jump into the back, setting down your things in the boot. You were surprised to find the van empty apart from you, Fury, Agent Coulson and the driver of course.

"Where is everyone?" You questioned quietly.

"Well we just need to be sure that you understand the importance of this mission-"

"Of course Sir-"

"Let me finish" Nick said calmly yet assertive.

You nodded and mouthed a "sorry".

His hand found its way to your shoulder, "It's fine Y/n. I just need to know that you won't be a liability. I hired you for your brains not for who you are. Loki is a menacing man, he freaks me out. I don't- I can't have you freaking out if he does or says something horrid. We can't have another problem to worry about"

"Yes Sir"

"You know Y/n, call me Nick. I've known you for half of your life!" A smile beamed from Nick's cheery face.

"Thanks… Uncle Nick"

"Uncle?!" cried Coulson, whilst spitting out his morning coffee way to dramatically. Nick glared at Coulson. "If looks could kill..." you thought to yourself whilst trying to hide a smile. A few hours passed and you wondered if you should tell Agent Coulson that you were not related to Fury. Of course you were not his biological niece, but your parents were good friends and fellow shield members with Nick before they were banned for…

"We are here." Agent Coulson stated.

"Let's go"