<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/14tofwh.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> 7:55<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> none</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>As Loki's hands released her, carresed her, opened her thighs and dug into the gentle mound of her sex she did her best to bite through the pleasure. She wanted to moan. She wanted to tangle herself around him and let him have his way. But she didn't want him to really know that. He already did, but she didn't have to reinforce it. Without help though, her hungry body continued to pulse, and the hard bite on her lip only proved how violently willing she had become. And then he marked her, withdrawing, and already vanishing.<br/><br/><em>"I also leave you with your lust intact. How does it feel to want the very thing you hate the most, in such an intimate way? Nothing less will quench your desires, no matter how desperate you become."</em><br/><br/>"It feels the same as it did before." She whispered coldly in an effort to hold her dignity. It seemed to have worked well enough. He had the last words though, and she would let him be so arrogant.<br/><br/><em>"Enjoy your new abilities. I will see you again very soon, I think. How long can you suffer with yourself before you are ready to beg to feel a monster moving inside you?"</em><br/><br/>Loki had left her like a tangle of rags in the breeze. Her blushing form could barely move. she had lifted to her elbows weakly as he departed through the flashing work of his godly power. It was difficult not to be amazed. Maria had to catch her breathe after he exited. She didn't mind what the reasons were for her to be holding it in. She sat up on the edge of the table, conquered by a concussion, determined to stand again soon.<br/><br/>But everything seemed to be in significant pain.<br/><br/>The mark had been vicious , she had hissed and grunted as he branded her. She was at a loss for the feeling that immediately followed the pain. It struck her as odd that she wasn't more horrified by her exposed breasts, or the dripping bottom of her suit. It was all still shock, and none of it had registered.<br/><br/>Maria lifted her shoulders free of whatever was left on them, untying her boots, and pushing herself out of her pants. Her panties had been ripped, they were on the floor as well. It was the second time that she had been nude since she was given the job of director. "God, I need another shower." She laughed to herself, trying to straighten her posture and stand. As she lifted to her feet, the pain in her abdomen nearly forced her to her knees.<br/><br/>Her hand checked the deep gashes above her groin. They were healing quickly, and she was unsure if that was the nature of this hex, or one of her new 'powers' that Loki had spoken of cryptically. She did feel increasingly more full of life with every step. Taking a look around her, the room was warmer, and all the ice had vanished. For a moment she felt like she had gone insane.<br/><br/>But the truth was indistinguishable. Loki had given her something. Something beyond a good lashing, and a sexual assault. He had given her power. she could feel it. The inner-glow existed without form, she felt younger, more creative, and much more in control of her body. She would have to field test this feeling, to see how far it could take her. It was raw, already.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She dressed again as the pain vanished, happy that Loki had not destroyed her new jacket. But he had vanquished most of her new ensemble. It was frustrating to clothe herself in a SHIELD jumpsuit again. She found her pistols, and fixed her hair. Loki hadn't left much visible damage on her face, so she had mostly put herself together before Rutherford stumbled in with a message: "Director Hill." He started, oblivious to the happenings in the armory while he was away. "There's word from Captain Rogers. He wants to meet you in a New York diner as soon as possible."<br/><br/>"He asked for me specifically?" Maria floated around the room as if she had taken Loki's place<br/><br/>"No, he had asked for Nick fury, actually. I guess news doesn't travel as fast as it does now, it travels slow. Like it did when Rogers was alive... which is still now."<br/><br/>"Are you through?" She was snappy, no surprise there.<br/><br/>"Yes, ma'am." Rutherford smiled, and his feet nearly started to two step around the room. He was giddy. He had news of some kind. Rutherford noticed her clothing change. Her ripped suit had been put away. His boss felt different though. He chose to ignore it.<br/><br/>"Report?" she said with a commanding flint of steel. She strode passed her assistant, and he followed diligently, expelling the report of their progress in her first several projects: "We have confirmation emails from most of the science staff about re-locations. Some of UN have been holding council over SHIELDS decision to replace Nick fury with yourself, they're expecting a response in less than an hour outlining your agenda. It is unclear as to why...." they were in the halls now traveling up to his quarters again. "Your<em>Alpha Project</em>is a go, and the team here already have a few dossiers for you, they're right here actually." Rutherford reached into one of his portable binders and withdrew a number of thick folders. "A list of scientists, engineers, and special interest parties from around the world that can help. There's a soft copy on your hard-drive already. And, we are only 180 miles from Manhattan Island"<br/><br/>Maria was impressed. "You got good at this fast."<br/><br/>Rutherford had an answer prepared, "I was an intern for republic campaigns in the northeast before I got this spot." He realized that the two of them were headed back to his room. Again, he ignored it.<br/><br/>Maria was looking at the dossiers as they walked, coming to Rutherford's door, Maria stopped well short. "Ezekiel Stane." She was shocked by the name. She had read about it before. "What in the hell is this name doing in my hand?" Rutherford keyed at the dead bolt and opened it for Maria to change inside, well aware of what she was doing. He could only shrug looking into her powerfully curious eyes. When Rutherford couldn't answer she inspected the file herself: "He's in New York?" It was as if she had forgotten where she was.