00:00:00
Loki growled something under his breath, pacing in his cell as anger filled him. He knew that all he could do was sit back and wait for the Hawk to fulfill the next part of the plan.
And then he heard the door open and a woman walked in. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked up. “You must be the famed Black Widow,” he purred, stepping up to the glass. “Barton has told me so much about you.”
Before he could say anything else, he heard a sound echoing in his head. The smirk disappeared from his face, looking down at his wrist to see the numbers flashing zero. He paused, looking up at Natasha.













