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A Formal Introduction: Cate POV

I took liberties when it came to restricted areas. The worst that ever came of it was a talking to from Coulson about how I need to ‘respect the authority of the regulations blah blah listen to me because I’m a SHIELD agent.’ I usually didn’t listen to him. Besides, if Sarah had been allowed back here, surely so was I.

     Making my way through the final set of doors, I marched out into the room where the supposedly evil god was being kept in a fish bowl- Sorry, my bad, highly secure SHIELD containment facility that he definitely won’t get out of later. He noticed me as soon as I came in, but said nothing until I was standing directly in front of the glass.

     “Hey-” I began.

     “Let me stop you there,” he spat, less than pleased to see me, “Whatever tricks you think you’re going to pull on me, it won’t work. Your people have already sent that other girl to try and get information out of me, and you can ask her for yourself how well that went.”

     “Short? Glasses?” I held my hand about a foot above the ground for emphasis.

       “That’s the one.”

       “Yeah, that’s Sarah-”

       “And now they send you.” He glared at me, taking a moment to conclude that I wasn’t worth shit to him, before scoffing, “I thought they’d send people a bit more qualified. Honestly, this is more insulting than anything else.”

       I shrugged it off, “Heard Rogers kicked your ass. That’s got to be more insulting than anything I could ever do to you.”

       No response.

     “It’s cool, I don’t like him either. He’s so.... Virtuous, it’s gross,” I grimaced, then straightened my posture to put on my best Steve Rogers impression, “Oh heck! The world is in danger! Good thing my good morals and stellar patriotism will protect us all! God bless the USA!”

     He seemed slightly amused, but did his best to cover it up, “No, stop it. You can’t just parade around, making fun of Captain America because you think it’ll make me like you. If you want information so badly, try a little harder.”

     I laughed and took a seat in front of him, “I’m not trying to interrogate you, I got bored. I’ve never seen a god up close, and honestly, I’m a little underwhelmed.”

     “...You haven’t spoken to Thor?”

     “I’ve seen him around, but we've only spoken a little. Nothing I consider a real conversation. I believe he only showed up around the same time as you did,” I muttered, “Anyway, you must be Loki. Nice to finally meet you.”

     “You may take that back soon,” he warned, stepping closer to the glass, “You don’t seem-”

     I reached into my pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, “Solitaire?”

     Something about this request must’ve set him off, as he slammed his hand against the wall and shouted, “Enough! Whatever you’re trying to do, enough! I’m not playing whatever ridiculous game you want me to take part in! We are not friends, we are not teammates, you’re just wasting my time!”

     I scooted back a little, a bit shocked at his sudden outburst, but it wasn’t as if he could do anything but yell from in there, so I just sighed and began shuffling, “So be it. I’ll play by myself.”

     “HEY!” the door behind me slid open, causing Loki to jump away from the wall.

     I slowly turned to see Thor running towards me, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me into a standing position. I scowled, swatting his arm off of me, “You made me drop my cards-”

     “You cannot be in here!” he insisted, getting in my face, “Who even let you in here?”

     “I... Let me in here,” I held up a plastic ID card, “I mean, this isn’t my card, but technically-”

     He snatched the card from my hand and inspected the writing on it, “Did you steal Agent Coulson's ID card?”

     “I found it on the ground,” I lied, offended that he would even suggest such a heinous act, “I was going to give it back eventually.”

     “Doesn’t matter, you need to go,” he went to grab my shoulder again, but I jumped back, nearly tripping into the glass.

     “Under whose authority? Last I checked, you didn’t have any status with SHIELD whatsoever!”

     “Listen well, I am a god of Asgard, and this matter is none of your business.” I was all out of space to back up, now stuck between the wall and Blondie over here.

     “Sounds fake,” I grumbled, knowing full well that it wasn’t, “Let me play my game in peace.”

     “Sounds fake?” he scoffed, shaking his head, “No, no, I’m Thor. ...God of Thunder? Surely you’ve heard of me.”

     “Oh, well in that case, I’m Cate, God of Leave Me the Hell Alone Please,” I joked, “And I may not be as powerful as you, but at least I don’t look like a Barbie who joined a bodybuilding contest.”

     Snickering behind me turned my attention back to Loki, who was fully immersed in our bickering, “Oh, brother, are you just going to take that?”

     “I will be the better person, yes,” he huffed, “Now what did you tell her?”

     “He didn’t tell me anything important,” I promised, “He just really hurt my feelings!”

     “Dammit, Loki!” Thor shoved me aside so he could chew out his brother, “What have you done to this nice woman?”

     Nice woman? I’ve done nothing but bitch at him since he came in here. Where the hell did he get that idea?

     Loki shot a glance at me, where I was trying not to laugh. Rolling his eyes, he groaned, “She’s being dramatic, all I did was refuse to play some ridiculous card game. How the hell am I supposed to play from in here anyway?”

     “Oh, you could’ve just told me where you wanted to put the cards-”

     “But then you’d be looking at my hand the whole time.”

"Fuck, my genius plan’s been foiled!”

     “That’s enough,” Thor decided, yanking me away and hauling my ass back towards the door, “You don’t need to be talking to him.”

     “UUUUGH!” I tugged against him, but it was no use. “Bye, Loki.” I waved obnoxiously as Thor pitched me out the door, “When you get out of there, give Rogers and extra punch for me!”

     The door shut, sealing me and Thor outside. He crossed his arms, preparing a lecture. “That’s a horrible thing to say about your teammate.”

     “We aren’t technically teammates,” I mumbled, “And I’ll say what I like. Besides, it’s just a joke, relax.”

     “Good, well, I’m glad you’re unharmed,” he held out his hand, “Now that we’ve all calmed down and removed Loki from the situation, I’d like to re-do that introduction. I’m Thor Odinson.”

     “Cate Sweadner.”

     “A pleasure to meet you, Cate.”