Essay On Russa Chapter 1

As suspected, the moment the holding room doors opened and Allea entered the chamber, she became the center of attention. Under Brigham's and Loki's gazes (and upon finding herself already weary of the few interactions she had with the two), the female agent grimly considered requesting a transfer to an assignment that did not require her to be noticed by people. Even better, an assignment that did not require her to be with people. Perhaps S.H.I.E.L.D. could send her to Antarctica. "Ah, Agent Church. Welcome back." The young agent's heart leapt in her chest at the sound of her name, not spoken by her fellow agent. For a brief moment, her footsteps faltered. How did he know who she was? It took a mere few seconds for Allea to connect …show more content…

"You don't really think that… 'threat' scares me." Graced with a serious expression, Loki leaned his chin against the back of his hand, resting his elbow on his knee as he scanned the agent. "No, you're not that daft." "What kind of muzzle would you like: leather or metal?" Again, the grin appeared, a mix of silent amusement and a crazed snarl. "You can stop pretending, Agent Church." Standing suddenly, Loki strode slowly toward the glass, authority and confidence surrounding his every step. "I can see through your mask. There's no need to be afraid of showing me what I already know." Allea's glare hardened. "And what's that?" "You're frightened." The agent's jaw clenched, but she gave no other response to the observation. Loki didn't acknowledge the action, his outward appearance solemn. "You're right to be scared. There's no reason of being ashamed of it." He paused in his steps, inches away from the glass. "It is a natural reaction for your kind. A good one. It's what keeps you alive." "Maybe you should be afraid, then, because if I had my way you wouldn't be alive for much longer." "Ooh." Mocking amusement coated his face. "Fierce words, but they hold no depth." "Do you want to test that theory?" "If your precious S.H.E.I.L.D. wanted me dead," Loki remarked, "I would not be in this pitiful excuse for a prison." Allea smirked. "I suppose you're right. You'd be about six feet under Earthen soil. Or maybe we'd send you back to