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I glared with burning eyes at the dark man in the glass cage. Every time I looked at him, I brimmed with disgust. Those cold eyes, his arrogant smile, and the way he held himself as if he was better than anyone else. I narrowed my eyes one last time before the image on the screen vanished. My thoughts were scattered as a voice echoed in the room, "So, what do you think of our new prisoner, Robin?"

I looked up to a woman with short, curly red hair and grumbled, "I hate him already, Tash. Can I please kill him?"

Natasha Romanoff, better known as Black Widow, laughed slightly and replied, "Sorry, Rob, not quite yet. We still need him alive so we can find the Tesseract. After that, he's all yours, though I don't think Thor would let you kill his brother. . ."

"They're not even real siblings, though!"

"Neither are you and Steve."

I paused for a moment, and then sighed, "True. . ."

Natasha looked at me in thought, and then replied, "In fact . . . their case isn't that different from you and Steve. . ."

"It's completely different!" I cried, "For one thing, I don't hate Steve. He may irritate me sometimes but. . ." my voice quieted, "but I . . . I don't hate him. . ."

Natasha nodded and we stood in silence for a while before she spoke up, "Oh, by the way, you're needed upstairs."

I blinked in confusion, "What for?"

"Fury wants to meet with all of us to discuss what do to about Loki, and how to figure out what he's planning."

I grimaced at the mention of his name. Loki, our current prisoner, and the reason my brother and I were dragged into this mess. Couldn't I, just for once, live a somewhat normal life? I nodded at Natasha and followed her upstairs.

Once we reached the control room, I stopped and stood by my brother, who was sitting at a table with a few other people Fury called in. "So . . . where's Mad-Eye Moody?" I asked with a grin. Because of Fury's eye patch, I always called him Mad-Eye Moody behind his back.

Natasha chuckled slightly and replied, "Right now, he's talking to Loki."

"Now that should be interesting! Turn on the cameras! I wanna see this!"

Natasha laughed and complied as I plopped down in a seat next to a geeky looking man called Bruce Banner. He may have looked wimpy at the moment, but when provoked, he turned into a big, green, fighting machine. I looked at the table as an image appeared on it. Before I knew it, everyone at the table had a small picture of what was happening in the prison room.

Fury stopped by a control panel and started pushing some buttons, probably entering a combination. "In case it's unclear . . . you try to escape, you so much as scratch that glass . . ." A large hole opened up underneath Loki's cage. "Thirty thousand feet straight down in a steel trap." He shut the machine off, "You get how that works?" He gestured first at Loki, and then at the control board, "Ant. Boot."

Loki chuckled and slowly stepped back into the center of the cage, grinning that arrogant smirk that irked me so much. "It's an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me."

"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh, I've heard," he looked at the camera, "the mindless beast, makes play to be the man."

I glanced at Bruce, who seemed more amused than anything else, and mouthed the words, "How did he know that?" Bruce only shrugged and we both turned our attention back to the screen.

"How desperate are you?" Loki continued, "You call upon these lost creatures to defend you."

"How desperate am I?" Fury repeated, "You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can't hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill cause it's fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did."

"Ooh. It burns you to have come so close. To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what?" Loki glanced at the camera again in amusement, "A warm light for all mankind to share? And then only to be reminded what real power is."

Fury chuckled slightly and walked away, "Well, let me know if 'real power' wants a magazine or something."

As the screen turned off, Bruce chuckled, "He really grows on you, doesn't he?"

I looked at him and laughed, "Ha, ha . . . no."

Another man laughed and glanced at me, "Not a fan of Reindeer Games?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "No, not in particular. . ." I grinned at him.

My brother, Steve, glanced at him, a bit confused, "Reindeer Games, Stark?"

Tony Stark, the genius millionaire, as he calls himself, chuckled, "Yeah, cause of the shape of his helmet. . ."

"I'd say it looks more like a cockroach than a reindeer," I inputted with a cheeky grin.

Tony laughed and gave me a high-five, "You're right, it kind of does!"

Steve chuckled a bit before getting back on target, "Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what's his play?"

A strong man with a deep baritone voice answered his question, "He has an army called the Chitauri, 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."

"An army, from outer space," Steve said, almost in disbelief.

"So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for," Bruce inputted.

Thor looked to Bruce, "Selvig?"

"He's an astrophysicist."

"He's a friend."

Natasha joined in on the conversation, "Loki has him under some kind of spell, along with one of ours. . ."

"I wanna know why Loki let us take him," Steve said, "He's not leading an army from here."

"I don't think we should be focusing on Loki," Bruce pointed out, "That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him!"

I snickered and was about to reply before Thor cut in, "I don't care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother."

Natasha looked up at Thor and said bluntly, "He killed eighty people in two days."

". . . He's adopted. . ."

"It doesn't matter if he's adopted or not, it's his own damn fault that those people died!" I butted in.

We sat there in silence, except for Bruce and Stark, who were speaking scientific terms that I couldn't quite understand before Fury reached the control room and stood in front of the table. "Well, now that we've got our prisoner, we are well on our way to be preparing for an attack. We'll need someone to interrogate Loki. . ."

Well, there's no way in hell I'll do that! I slowly tried to sneak away so that I wouldn't get called on.

"Robin, you can do that." I heard Fury say.

I turned around, completely baffled, "WHAT?!" Dammit! I almost got away, too!

Fury stared at me with his stern eye, "You heard me."

"I am sorry, sir, but I do not think I'm qualified for the job. I mean, I can't even stand looking at him!"

"You're still going to do it. You've done nothing your entire time here, aside from stealing things."

"That reminds me," Steve inputted, "I'd like my wallet back."

I grumbled a bit, fishing into my pockets before taking out a brown wallet and tossing it to Steve. "Here you go! Ha, ha, old habits die hard, you know?" I looked to Fury and sighed, "Oh, all right, but don't blame me if I scorch his face or something."

Fury raised an eyebrow, "That's what the cameras are for, to make sure you don't do something stupid."

I nodded, "Understood, sir. . ."

Fury nodded and looked to the others, "Dr. Banner is only here to locate the Tesseract. I was hoping you could join him, Stark."

"Let's start with that stick of his," Steve suggested, "It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a Hydra weapon." I paled slightly at the mention of Hydra. That organization had given me more trouble and more pain than I could count. I glanced at Steve, he still didn't know of my true origins . . . perhaps it was better that way.

"I don't know about that," Fury said, "but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys."

Thor blinked in confusion, "Monkeys? I do not understand. . ."

Steve snapped his fingers, "I do!" Stark rolled his eyes, and everyone else was probably mentally face palming. He looked around, "I understood that reference. . ." I actually did face palm, shaking my head. Really Steve? Are you kidding me?

Fury finished setting out his orders, "Everyone who isn't interrogating or looking for the cube can help us prepare for what's to come."

Everyone nodded and started heading to their posts, except for me. I laughed a bit quietly, "Heh, heh, uh . . . where was the prison room again?"

Fury rolled his eye, "You'll be escorted there by guards, Miss Rogers."

I nodded, slightly grimacing. I hated being called "Miss", I know, it's meant to be polite, but it was too formal for me. After a few moments, a few SHIELD Guards were walking me down the hall towards the prison room. Well, today just got a whole lot more interesting.