<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zeihk4.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maria Hill<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Armoury<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:36 PM EST(nearly two hours after Tony's departure)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Maria had been devastated in half of a second. All of her confidence departed instantly. She hardly felt like herself. All of her military training seemed to flash out of her memory. It was as if she wasn't a marine, as if she didn't know how to handle an attacker, as if she wasn't even Maria Hill. She was embarrassed, disappointed, injured, confused, and angry, along with a cavalcade of various other emotions.<br/><br/>It was obvious now, she knew exactly who she was dealing with. Maria had expected him to have<em>some</em>trouble with her. She had foreseen a losing battle, he had been too friendly already to kill her, he had an agenda. The fight was supposed to be sport, it had gotten dark quickly.<br/><br/>The conflict had been resolved before it had even started. She wanted to see how strong he was. And, Loki was perfectly willing to display himself. In the first moment, he had appeared to vanish. In the next, his hands were inside of her clothing, it had caught her off guard. She was powerless, it felt like she had been put in a straight jacket. The vile intentions of Loki shined true. Her instincts were still ruling her mind, his lustful grabbing had caused her to yelp. Still firm, her panic came off as arrogance.<strong>"Ahgh, get you're hands off o-"</strong>She was trying to struggle free of him, but he was fierce. And, she couldn't even finish her sentence.<br/><br/><em>"Recall what I said about a firm hand"</em><br/><br/>Her scalp met the table, and a black-light shown through her mind. It was shocking, she could no longer feel her feet or her hands. Then, in the next instant, Maria's form piloted across the armoury, striking the door in a fit of unconscious fright. She had heard her own body crack, but none of her bones had broken. Then it was the table, and his ...weight. She could hardly breathe underneath him. The contents of her mind were fuzzy, and it was hard to speak in any language or inflection.<strong>"ugh! What are you doing? I don't-" </strong>She didn't understand why his fingers were prying off the vest. It made no sense to her. A sexual advance was the last thing she had expected.<strong> "No."</strong>It had sounded like a desperate<em>yes</em>.<strong>"don't do this." </strong>She been screaming into a deaf ear of concern. No word could stop him from getting his way, and her body wasn't about to resist either.<br/><br/>She was prey, it was a game for him. The truth gave her<em>clarity</em>in the worst possible moment, right when her vest came undone and she laid exposed and half-conscious. She knew that she was 'challenging' a god. She knew that she couldn't stop him on her own, and she knew that he was about to violate her. She was horrified. Being overpowered was not something that she was used to. Her clarity gifted her with one more piece of wisdom: She wanted him. And, it sickened her, she couldn't stop herself from moaning. An unquestionably<em>honest</em>hum turned slowly into anger, and she let out a passionate growl from her throat. It was a feminine sound, like a bee sting, or a loose bottle rocket.<br/><br/><em>“Whether that involves lavishing it with affection or stripping it from your bones depends on how you answer this: Will you be a good little hero now or will you continue to test my... strength?”</em><br/><br/>It was how he had said 'hero'. When he spoke it, it had sounded like 'slave.'<br/><br/><strong>"what am I supposed to do?" </strong>She wasn't talking to Loki, the timbre had exposed that, loose with a cadence in the form of a prayer. Maria wasn't even speaking to herself. The ultimatum was tragic. She didn't want to be his 'hero.' She wanted to be<em>Earth</em>'s hero. She didn't feel like she had become either. She felt like a whore, submitting to the god of mischief himself, awaiting the punishment that she would surely receive for reasons unknown.<br/><br/>Maria swallowed her pride and tried to lift her chest for him. Her breathes were shallow, her pain was loud. She thought that maybe, her being a woman had clouded Loki's judgement. He was still a man, even if he was a god.<strong>"I'll do it." </strong>She had lost, and she knew it. Saying those words had tasted bitter in every part of her body. She could feel horror sink into her previously numb fingers and toes. That was a small relief,<em> knowing</em>that she hadn't been paralysed. Living to see another day was in her best interest.<br/><strong><br/>"I want to be of value. I don't want to lose my battle here."</strong>Her words were lies. She hoped that he wasn't gifted at picking up on that.<strong> "I'll do what you want me to do."</strong>Her throat was whispering. She didn't want to say those words. They had been about everything. The Avengers were inside of her words, his sexual assault was inside of her words, it even sounded like she was talking about turning over to his side.  The idea of having her skin stripped from her body was more horrifying than 'whatever he wants to do with me.' Maria was already starting to deal with this odd illusion of reality.<br/><br/>Her naked breasts were at rest now. She wasn't on guard.<strong>"I'm sorry.</strong>She still sounded cold to the touch.<strong>" I just wanted to <em>see</em>. I just wanted to know what you were."</strong>