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Unorthodox Anger Management	By : Narrie Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 4539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author Note:
This chapter it a lot about my OC's past, it's a bit dark so I apologize. Also a huge shout out to my Loki obsessed friend who helped me remember the almost perfect movie quotes from the interrogation scene between Loki and Natasha. ^^
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Chapter Six
I heard Loki laugh. "There are not many people who can sneak up on me."
I smiled at the compliment, even though I knew that I shouldn't encourage it from this individual. "I'm assuming you have been expecting me." He didn't move so I continued.
"The power I felt from you when you appeared in that room last week was phenomenal. Thinking about it sends shivers down my spine." I paused, letting myself tremor. "Tell me Loki, what are you planning on doing once you win this war? You really think you will be able to rule the world with just you sitting on a throne?" He smiled and raised an eyebrow at my inquiry.
He started to walk backwards. "Tell me what you have in mind." He said, shrugging in my direction and finally sitting down on the bench at the back of his cage. I smiled and sat down on a chair that was conveniently placed behind me.
"I've been around powerful people my whole life, good or bad, and I know a winning team when I see one. I don't care to die for these people. They have done nothing for me. As your right hand, you would have a very large set of well-tuned skilled at your disposal." I smirked.
"I can blind someone at will; I can make them deaf to all sounds at my convenience…I can stop any signal that their brain sends." I smiled, "I can be a very deadly person Loki. It would be a shame for you to not have me on your side. I will kill at your command; do whatever you please I just ask one favour."
He looked intrigued by this, he cocked his head to the side and raised his hand in question, and it was an obvious gesture for me to continue.
"I want you to free those who are innocent. We only take down those who oppose us." He laughed at what I said and got up from his seated position.
"Why would we save the innocent? If they are not with us then they are against us. For someone who claims to be so deadly, why do you try to save so many lives?" By this time, he was standing in the middle of his cage; he had his arms crossed in front of himself as he stared at me intently.
"I take no pleasure in killing those who have no need to be dead. I have some red on my leaguer; I do not wish to have any more." Luckily at this point I had no need to think of lies, answering those questions was second nature to me by that time. It was all truth that I was speaking, which worked to my advantage of making my argument more believable. Loki's eyes set into a solid line, and I stood up as I felt a chill come over me.
"Oh, but I know almost too well about who you have killed Miss Wit. I know everything. Your leaguer is dripping, it's gushing red. And you think saving men and women no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality." He let out a harsh laugh, slowly walking towards the glass.
He continued, "This is a child at prayer, pathetic! You lie and kill," he paused, "in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors, but they are part of you. And they will never go away." He banged against the glass and I jumped.
"I will not save these people until I have you in my possession! I will make you watch as they slowly go mad under my torture! I will manipulate you into keeping them alive until I finally butcher them all in front of you." I turned to run, hiding my face in my hands. "Just like you watched your parents die." There was too much satisfaction in what he said.
"You're a monster." I meekly said, holding back tears.
Loki chuckled "Oh no, you brought the monster."
I snapped out of my character and turned. "So that's what you plan to do? You plan to use me to turn Bruce into the hulk?"
"What?" His look was beyond perplexed. I simply smirked at him, knowing I was now in power of this great god. I touched the earpiece before I spoke to Nick Fury.
"Loki plans to use Bruce. Get to his lab; I will be there in a few." Rushing to Bruce, I knew time was tight. Before I left I turned the Loki and bowed. "Thank you for your co-operation." With that I left with haste to get to Bruce.
It was a long ways to his lab, but I was fixated on getting there. There was a loud bang as an explosion threw me against the wall, I hit my head on metal frame and blacked out. I woke in a dream state.

I was seven years old and back at Rufe's. He had just found me walking the streets and had offered to give me a place to stay. I hadn't known what he intended for me, all I knew was that food and shelter was involved. My clothes were drenched and I was leaving small puddles in my wake as I walked through the hallways in Rufe's shadow.
"You will like it here Naomi. I promise." Rufe's voice had always been soothing; it always had a way of hanging in the air around you, slowly evaporating all the negative energy with it.
"Don't call me that anymore." He laughed at the demanding tone I spoke with.
"Alright then…what shall we call you?" I had thought about this since he picked me up. He told me that he too, had people in his life try to fight what he was. Told him that we we're different and therefor had to do things differently, that we would never be a part of society; that we would never find happiness.
I hated those people and so did Rufe. He told me that he would have me help him stop these people, that we would show them why we should be a part of society and why they shouldn't hate us. Rufe told me that we would visit them in the night, I knew what he meant but I didn't care.
They were a threat to me and my people…they needed to be exterminated before the threat would take my life. That was how I had to survive.
"Nightingale." I stated, saying it more to myself to see how it sounded. I nodded with my agreement. Rufe made a sound as if to question it. "Every life that I end, I will sing for their soul to have a safe and easy journey to the afterlife. I read the ritual in a book once, it resonated with me; I found it almost poetic. Besides, it's always soothing to hear a sad song when you are powerless." The sadness in my voice made Rufe stop and turn to look at me.
"You're seven and you think all of this?" I looked up at him, tears in my eyes. He saw the pain and wiped the tears away.
"It's okay my little bird. Everything will be okay." I nodded and continued to follow him like a lost puppy. He had me starting to train with his fighting experts. I picked it up quick and occupied my spare time with more training. I was determined to master this skill and to bring justice to my kind. On the odd days I would sit and have conversations with Rufe.
He was a very smart young man; he had to be, to be in his position at his age. At the age of 23, Rufe had managed to climb the mobster ladder to be one of the most feared leaders in North America. Most of it had to do with his deadly weapons and deadlier assassins though. Soon enough I had mastered combat and my tactical training. I was a ready and willing assassin.

I was summoned to Rufe's chambers one day when I was twelve; I was finally going to get my first job. I could barely hold in my excitement. When I entered Rufe's chambers, he was sitting on his bed, a stick length box in his hands. It was delicately wrapped in plain white paper, a purple bow and ribbon holding it all together. I gasped at the sight and walked forward.
He looked up and smiled at me, holding out the present. "I found this for you. It's a present from me to you specially." I placed it down on the ground and carefully started to un-wrap the box. Taking off the lid, I saw a silver glaive resting delicately in front of me. It was silver with two blue jems at both ends of the handle. In the middle was a contraption that I had never seen before.
I hesitated to touch it but when I drew my hand back, Rufe grabbed it and moved it towards the middle of the glaive. "Don't worry; you just need to touch it here, and here." He made my fingers move in a select pattern, once that shape was completed the middle unhinged from itself and I was now presented with two swords. I picked the pieces up and looked at it with awe.
"Where did you get this Rufe?" He smiled but did not answer.
"You like it?" I gasped at the question.
"Of course! I love it!" I placed the hinges back together and my swords formed my glaive once more. I swung it around for good measure, binding my hand to my glaive. It felt like it was an extension of my arm, and that is what it had to be. I wasn't allowed to use weapons in training…I stopped moving when my mind posed a question.
"Rufe…I was never allowed to use weapons in training. None of your other assassins have weapons either. Why me?" He stood up and petted my head like he always did.
"That is simple my little bird. You are meant to do more than my other assassins." He grabbed my face and pulled it up to make me look into his eyes. I smiled and he smiled back. "You will do tasks for me specifically. You are mine, and you will always be by my side."
I felt butterflies fill my stomach; even though I was young, my mind was far past maturity. I always felt like I was a 20 year old trapped inside a tiny body. Rufe was the first person who wasn't family to show me affection, and for that I cared about him. At that time, there was nothing I would have wanted more than to stay by his side and be with him. I was thrilled that he wanted me there in any way, shape or form.
Rufe sat back down on his bed. "I have my first assignment for you." I stood at attention, now I was back to being his soldier, not his little pet. He told me who and where, that was all I needed to know before I left to kill my first target. I traveled through the wilderness, staying away from cities and towns; it would be hard to give sound logic as to why I was carrying a large glaive with me. I was heading towards Banff where my target had his winter cottage; thankfully Rufe packed enough survival gear for me.
I knew that this wasn't the normal way assassins would find their targets, even in Rufe's organization, but I thought of this as an initiate's training. Making sure that if things went wrong, I could escape into the wild and survive. Finally arriving at this man's house, I waited for nightfall to give me the proper advantage.
The man was having a party, or celebration of some sort but I grew impatient. I snuck into what appeared to be his study room. Waiting until I heard people walking down the hallway, I decided to look through the files on his desk. I wanted to know why Rufe wanted this man dead.
Looking through the files, I saw pictures of two dozen faces. They all had a red stamp stating 'Deceased' over their file. Thoroughly reading them all, I had noticed they all had one thing in common. "They're all mutants…they all have special powers like myself." I muttered out loud. I felt anger come over me; I crunched the paper up in my hand. Knowing my emotions were getting over run, I knew my impulses were about to take over.
Before I could do anything else, a man and a woman broke through the door intertwined with each other. Giggling together, they slowly caressed each other as their lips locked with the others. I stared them down until the woman saw me, letting out a little squeak. The man turned around but he wasn't the one I was looking for.
"Sweetie, I think you should be in bed. Your father will be upset to see you awake." I smiled and walked to close the door. I set the lock, and then turned around.
"Don't call me sweetie and if you tell me why you are here and what your host does for a living, I may spare your lives." The man laughed and walked forwards.
"This is no time to play games little one. Go to bed." He gestured towards the woman, I knew he wanted to fuck her but I didn't care. I walked to the window now, not saying a thing. I could tell the man was becoming impatient. I reached out of the window, and grabbed my swords. I turned around with those in hand, and that was when everything changed.
They now looked at me with fear, with unknowing. I smiled, "Still want to call me sweetie? Now I will ask again, nicely. What does the owner of this house do?" The woman was the first to speak, her lips trembling.
"He…he helps with the curing of mutants." I sneered at the thought.
"You can't cure us. It's in our DNA!" I half yelled, I knew my voice would not travel downstairs, past all of that noise. "What else do you know?" She spoke again, this time there was less tremble of her lips but her voice screamed for help.
"I…I don't know. All I know is that he cures them, and if they can't be cured then…then he kills them." She broke down into tears, collapsing to the ground. "Please don't kill me." She cried out. I smiled and walked towards her, letting my hand run through her hair.
"Don't you worry my little dove. You did well, thank you. As I promised, you will be spared." I looked up at the man and smiled. "I cannot promise the same for your lover."
Before he could run I grabbed his sleeve and hoisted myself up onto his shoulders. I wrapped my legs around his neck and twisted myself off of him. He fell to the floor with a loud thud but after that he did not move. I looked back at the woman who had stopped her hysterics by now. I put my finger over my lips and quietly said.
"If you move or scream or let those people know that I am here, I will come back for you, and your death won't be as clean as his was." She nodded and didn't move. When I was sure she wouldn't leave, I allowed myself to search the house. I found the large group of people in the main room, dancing and laughing.
I stood at the railing, overlooking the party. Nobody noticed me until I cleared my throat; they all were looking at a twelve year old perched on a railing. I spoke now before panic set in.
"How can all of you rejoice in a man's house, when the man who you celebrate with kills innocent people? Those people are condemned because of what they are, not who they are. You have NO RIGHT KILLING THEM." Anger was coming over me; I quickly reached out and immobilized anyone from running. I got down from my perch and walked the cascading stairs.
"You all celebrate this man, you celebrate his life and for what? Free food, free booze and maybe you will fuck someone out of it? You all live such meaningless lives. But not for long." I could hear the murmur run over the crowd. A couple of women started to cry.
"You will all know how it feels to die because of who you are with. Killed by association because that is how my people die! You treat us like animals, like aliens from a different planet, yet you spend your lives indulging on stupid and meaningless things. You are not the ones who deserve to live; you are the lesser of us. You have no right to choose when we live or when we die."
I sprang to life, revealing my weapons and my reason as to why I was there. They were defenceless, innocent people so they were easy to kill. I stood in a pool of blood, looking at the man who I was here to kill. I started to sing a section of one of my favourite poems by Morelson Petitfrere as I walked towards him.
"My destiny is true, For all I had done, My destiny is you, For what you become." The fear in his eyes did not last long. I kicked him, landing a force that brought him to the ground. "How does it feel to know that your life is going to end shortly?" He sputtered words, in hopes to change my mind.
"Please don't. I can give you money, riches you could only dream of!" I spat on his face.
"You try to bribe me with things that do not matter to me. The only thing that matters to me is the survival of my people. Sadly for you, your death will ensure more safety for my kind." With that I sliced his throat. Looking around I saw all the dead bodies and the blood. There was no sound in the room except for the woman upstairs crying and the sounds my shoes made as I walked out of the house.
I would be lying to myself if I didn't say I was disturbed at how easily I killed those people, but they deserved it. That's what Rufe told me.

I awoke on the ship, my vision was blurry and my head hurt beyond measure, but I had to get to Bruce. I heard the roar of a beast and I knew I was too late, but I had to try to get to him. Maybe I would be able to calm him even though he was changed. Walking as fast as I could, I headed towards Bruce's lab. Finding my way was easier now, thankfully I had walked these halls enough to know where to go in my delirious state.
I heard roars from both a beast and a man. The man had to be Thor though; I didn't know anyone else who had such a booming voice. I followed their sounds through the corridors. When I reached them, I was shocked at what I saw. There stood Bruce, but it wasn't him. There was a giant green being but before I could reach out to him, the glass was shot down by a plane. I cringed, I was right in the line of fire but I had to try to calm Bruce.
I reached out but I was stopped at his mind. It was a much more convoluted machine than a regular human's brain. I was petrified to look through it, but The Hulk had already noticed my presence. He turned to look at me, as he let out a loud scream; I felt safe. I knew he wasn't yelling at me, and I knew that I was right. He spun around and jumped through the glass, smashing the jet that was shooting at us.
Panic set in and I started to run for him, yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs. I was restrained by Thor who grabbed me just before I jumped out into the open air. I started to cry in my delirious state, I couldn't lose Bruce. I just couldn't lose another thing I held so dear to my heart.

So I hope you liked it! I like to think of Naomi's dark past as the reason for her needing and appreciating Bruce just as much as he appreciates and needs her. It will be explained more later :)
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