Fuck.

They were going to try to make you heal one of Hydra's bigwigs.

Morons.

You wondered how on Earth they thought you would actually heal someone in Hydra. They should've known better. Even if you were a healer with healer's instincts to heal anyone injured or sick in your vicinity, you still had standards. Not only standards, but you could control the instincts and you weren't just going to bow down and heal someone who had kidnapped you, chained you up, and had you tased with a fucking cattle prod just because he was sick.

No. Not sick.

Dying.

He was dying.

You couldn't quite tell from what, not without your powers back, and they weren't back yet, but you could sense that he was dying.

Especially with all the desperate measures he was taking to make sure you healed him. They weren't taking chances. They'd stolen you while you were weakened from healing Strange and about to lose your powers, they'd held you somewhere shielded from Loki somehow, kept you captive for days, and had brought you to the person you were supposed to heal before you got your powers back. You figured that they wanted you to be in the same room with him when your powers did return in the hopes that you would jump automatically into healing him.

A normal healing you might've.

You had no intention of healing this asshole.

He had no intention of letting you leave once you did heal him. There was really no incentive for you to heal him and all the incentive in the world for you to kill him quickly and painfully and get the fuck out of here.

You didn't want to know how they were going to try to force you to, though. Since you knew they were going to force you and you knew they had a plan. They had to in order to have successfully gotten this far.

So you had to come up with a better one.

And soon.

Your powers would be back at any moment and you wouldn't have much time once they had returned.

You looked around the room for inspiration, but there was nothing useful. The room was sterile and hospital-like. There was nothing but the bed and machines, and of course the chain from the bedpost to the manacle around your ankle.

And of course the man in the bed, but he was unhelpful with helping you escape for some reason.

So your mind whirled, trying to think of what to do to get out of here.

You came up with one very simple answer and blamed your wonderful fiancé for it:

Lie

You were going to lie your ass off.

And you were nearly grinning at the thought of tricking these assholes. Loki would be proud. And then come make sure the assholes were extra dead. And probably kill Joe's mom for you. Killing little old ladies was just outside of your comfort zone, even if she was in on this. You weren't convinced that she was acting of her own accord or really knew what she was doing.

Loki wouldn't care.

Plan ready, you glowered at Johan. "What makes you think I'm going to heal you?" You asked him. You might as well find out what his plan was while you were waiting for your powers to come back.

"Well, I had hoped that you would because you are a natural healer," he said pleasantly before he started coughing. What could cause the coughing that he was dying from?

You shrugged. "Generally, I would gladly, but for some reason I find it less easy to find it in my heart to heal people when I've been kidnapped and tased with cattle prods," you replied just as pleasantly.

He gave you a wicked smile. "I told you already, one little healing, and we'll let you go, send you straight home to that overprotective fiancé of yours. Getting you away from your protectors for five minutes was quite the chore, especially when you were vulnerable. Had the Avengers just accepted my request in the first place, none of this would happen," he told you before he started coughing again.

Great. He was monologuing.

That wasn't helpful right now. You knew his dastardly plan already. You needed to know how he was planning on making you cooperate besides just keeping you in the same room with him.

"So, I hope you'll be cooperative and just heal me on your own, or I'll have to get those nasty men with the cattle prods to convince you," he told you. Ah, pain. That was his plan. Simple and usually effective. "I hope you will be more reasonable than that," he told you.

You nodded. You weren't going to invite pain. That wouldn't go with your plan of lying to him anyway and you were glad that was already your plan. "When I get my powers back, I'll take a look and see what I can do," you replied.

He grinned at you. "I knew you would be reasonable, little healer," he said in his weasel-y voice. You wanted to strangle him. Or rip out his tongue. Either way you never wanted to hear him speak in that condescending tone ever again.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. "Are you going to make me keep standing until my powers come back?" You grumbled at him. He could've at least provided you a chair if he was going to make you spend time with him.

"It won't be necessary," he told you and you huffed again. He knew how close you were to getting your powers back. Shit. He knew way more than he should have.

You were going to have to move fast once your powers did come back.

Which wasn't long.

You moved quickly when your powers came back. This moron didn't know what he was up to, especially as he'd only blocked your teleportation abilities. However, you also wanted your curiosity sated, so you moved closer to him and looked him over with magic to see what the actual issue was. To see why he was so desperate for your help.

You knew instantly that you couldn't heal this man.

Not because he was evil and didn't deserve it.

Not because he had kidnapped you or anything he'd done.

You literally could not heal him.

He was dying of multiple forms cancer and was too far gone from it.

You couldn't heal that much cancer and you couldn't heal autoimmune diseases or anything of the like.

You would be tethered to him for the rest of your life, constantly healing him and draining your powers to the bone just to keep him alive.

He would kill you if he found out you couldn't heal him.

You weren't going to let that happen.

You pretended to take forever to evaluate him, letting your magic shimmer blue around you to look more convincing. Instead, you were feeling for the shielding that was keeping Loki from finding you.

Pathetic shielding was being held by one mutant or witch. You didn't know or care. You found her with your power and knocked her out before you punched a hole in the shield.

/Loki!/ You called telepathically through the hole as you turned your attention back to Johan.

"You are the dumbest evil villain ever," you informed him. He had a moment to look surprised before you used your healing power to destroy his body and turn him to red mist, just as you'd done to the men who'd kidnapped and tortured Loki.

Loki appeared next to you as you were exploding the man into mist. "Hello, witchling," he greeted you warmly, gently, but in his usual battle flirtations when he saw that you were relatively uninjured. "Are these people bothering you, dearest?" He asked you warmly as he wrapped his arms around you.

Your arms went around his waist and you nodded against his chest as you breathed in his scent, letting his presence calm you. "It's their fault my ice cream melted!" You whined at him. "And they chained me up while I was without my powers instead of pampering me. It was quite rude," you informed him, indicating the manacle on your ankle.

"Quite rude indeed," Loki agreed and kissed you lightly. He knelt down and drew a dagger, carefully cutting the manacle away with the magic blade. "Come, darling, let's take care of these rude people and get you home," he told you warmly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You made your way through the mansion, killing everyone who worked for Johan and Hydra. It was easy to tell the liars with your human shaped lie detector with you. The men with the cattle prods turned into mist for some strange reason. Loki didn't fault you for it or question it. The others he killed. He still saved you from killing most of the time. You were a Lady of Asgard and a healer. While you were perfectly capable of defending yourself and obviously killing; it was the duty of the warriors to defend their ladies. So while you helped, Loki caused most of the actual death blows. You were both satisfied with the results.

Loki turned to you when they were all taken care of. "What happened, darling?" He asked you when he'd pulled you back into his arms. You told him everything that had happened from when you'd gotten back to the tower until you broke through the shields. His grip on you tightened. "I'm so sorry, my darling, so very sorry. I should not have left you alone. I should have been able to find you, but even working together with Strange, we could not locate you until the shielding fell," he told you with pain and desperation in his voice.

"I'm alright, Loki, I'm ok. You didn't fail me. They tricked us all. I should've been safe in the garage of the tower. I should have been safe in broad daylight. I'm safe now. I'm here and I'm safe," you reassured him, holding him tightly.

His arms tightened around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I can't stand the thought of anything happening to you, my love. I love you too much to lose you," he told you and held you to him as if afraid he would lose you forever if his grip loosened.