║ᶳʰᵘᶠᶠˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵈᶳ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ║
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The institute was pitch black and silent. The entire faculty of the building had evacuated only a few weeks ago, and that was when he made his escape. It was far easier perhaps, than any escape he was ever given. The humans had their own problems to sort and they certainly didn’t need Loki in the midst of it, not just yet that is. So now, taking advantage of the still-abandoned school, he found himself walking through the dark and empty halls.
He was looking for the computers, the ones S.H.I.E.L.D. used and held their information. Loki believed that now would be the better time, for there seemed to be no activity planning to return, he might as well get on with it. After what seemed like ages to find it, he stumbled upon the office and attempted to flick the electricity back to life. None such luck. He’d have to power it himself. Eyes flitted across the wide space under the screens, buttons and smaller black screens spread about. Loki centered himself, standing just under the largest of them all and rested both palms on the control panel.
All at once the lights returned to the room, small machines quietly whirring, screens flickering to life. Power was only given to the room, perhaps the only light left within the building. Loki sat himself down in the chair, waiting for the computers to finish booting. Suddenly the main screen took its initiative. An identity code was needed. He sighed, then cursed in his native tongue under his breath. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on the panel, green eyes staring as he wracked his brain. How the hell was he suppose to know this?