Loki's little stunt in Germany left you less than impressed. "Are you sure you're up for this?" Steve asked as you, he, and Bucky made your way through the helicarrier toward the detention cell where Loki was being held. "I'm fine. I just want to get this over with." You grumbled. Bucky smirked, eyeing you was the three of you walked through the security checkpoint. "He got in a good hit." he pointed out, amused as he eyed the bruise forming on your right cheek.

"He got in a lucky shot." you glared at Bucky, scanning your badge and waiting for the doors to containment area to open. "Helping you, if I remember correctly, Buck." Steve pointed out with a slow smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes but didn't dispute Steve's claim as the doors opened and the three of you entered with you in the lead.

As you walked straight toward the cell, Loki's attention turned to you immediately, his eyes tracking every subtle movement you made. "Who are you?" the god of mischief asked, his interest written all over his face as he approached the glass of his cell to get a better look at you. "My friends call me {{user}}." You answered, narrowing your eyes at him.

'Well, hello-" Loki smirked, his eyes raking over you. "Sit down." Steve interrupted, stepping up behind your right shoulder, an imposing presence. Loki looked up Steve like he was slightly offended by the interruption. "Sit. Down." Bucky repeated Steve's order, stepping forward to stand just behind your left shoulder. You smirked as Loki eyed the super soldiers and slowly sat down on the cot. 'Scary dog' privilege at its finest.

Not one to ever let anyone see him falter, Loki's grin widened. "Hello, {{user}}." he said your name in a way that made you want to wipe the grin off his face. "You're not my friend. You can call me Agent." You insisted. thoroughly enjoying the look on Loki's face when he grumbled, "Ouch...". He at least had the decency to look slightly wounded by your rejection.