Imprisoned
Pale fingers paused from where they were playing with her hair, rolling the thin onyx strands between her fingers, and ice blue eyes met dark blue ones. His irises had a slight encroaching of black again, so he'd used his powers recently. She hadn't noticed.
"Stop wha-"
"That."
The combined cell - it was a lot like a dungeon, this place, SHIELD had tossed them, and she wondered if the team knew they were here yet - was still littered with the debris of the wall that had once stood between the two. It seemed that the agency was more determined to keep the two of them from breaking out, not from being together.
"It's my hair." Her voice was slightly defensive, but it didn't seem to come through in this musical bellish tone. Aaliyah's voice was beginning to annoy her, especially when she was used to speaking and hearing herself.
"No, it isn't." She scowled, annoyed and filled with some other unnamed emotion that wouldn't leave her be. "Your's is nicer."
"Suck up." Usually, her emotions would have caused some sort of storm, some extreme overcasted clouds and moaning winds. Man, would that make her feel better.
Instead, Auntie had given her a bracelet to help her control it, that kept her under wraps. It would have only been a matter of time, Loki had pointed out, that they realized the weather around them changed depending on the mood of their captive. Of course, Auntie's way of pointing things out had always been a question and answer, so she found his point of view without him having to say much of anything.
It was a sort of manipulation she had coined quite easily.
"Remind me again why we're here." These were her words, out there in the air between them, as the pale fingers that didn't belong to her, but still remained in her control - this is what I am now, Aaliyah Stormborn - folded into each other and placed themselves on her lap as she bent her knees beneath her.
He mirrored her easily, crossing his legs and sitting across from her on the floor.
"We don't want to work for Loki anymore. We want to fight on the side of good-" She couldn't quite hide the scoff that rose in her throat, but he continued on anyway "-and it would be in the best interest of those watching if they listened to us."
"Those listening don't care." She muttered, running her fingers through her hair only to make another annoyed face. It felt all wrong.
"Then why bother talking?"
"Because the youngest Stark tunes into the highest secured SHIELD broadcasts at this time every week, and it's nice to get to talk to people whose heads aren't permanently shoved up their asses."
A smirk curled on his lips slightly, but it was quickly repressed with a smile. "Ah, yes, the Stark girl. What about the rest of the little, ah... team?"
"They're watching too, of course. Stark called them over once she found out about us. A bit late, maybe, but you know Starks. Want to make sure they're right before they announce it to everyone." A slight huff, and she was standing, rolling her shoulders back, cracking her head from one side to the other. "Pity that mourning makes heroes so blind."
"Death comes to us all."
"No." Her fingers brushed through his hair, and his head tilted back, the smirk still on his face, though his eyes were questioning. Hers were blank, empty of all emotion as they met his, then the hidden camera in the corner.
"Just me."
The security cameras went dark.
SHIELD would rush to them, guns totted, battle ready, but the girl would be asleep, her head resting in the boy's lap.
And the boy would give a laugh that would put Coulson on edge for a very long time.