Loki had ordered The Teacher to escort Mia to his chambers while he attended to other business. Mia weren't that fond of being around The Teacher, he was far larger and taller than her, and had a nasty temperament to match. His small, beady grey eyes always caused a nervous knot to form in her stomach every time she saw them. To put it simply, Mia hated the man. Mia hated him, not just because of what he did to her, but because of his… everything. Mia forced down her irritation, choosing not to look directly at him and instead allowed her eyes to wander over her surroundings.
Mia had never seen the higher levels of Star Tower before, She had only ever been taken down to the 'dungeon' for training sessions… She knew the tower once belonged to Tony Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, but she never imagined just how lavish it was.
The hallways were so wide that she could probably fit seven people across it, and so long that it felt like she walking down a never-ending path. Mia had passed several large areas that were probably used as lounge rooms, bars or general meeting areas. It was needless to say that since then they had been dismantled and replaced with… well… nothing... A few Chitauri were gathered in the corners, speaking a language she didn't know while other areas were filled with the girls who were 'lucky' enough to 'graduate'. Mia suppressed a sigh as her brown eyes scanned the pristinely white walls.
There were a few colourful abstract paintings still hanging along the walls, the others had either been removed, torn or broken. There were also several closed, probably locked, doors along the hall. Mia were pretty sure they were used for one of two things, meetings and strategy, or as make-shift bedrooms for Loki's followers. She weren't sure what part of her brain took over to make her do such a thing, but she stopped at one of the doors and peered into the crack of the door.
It wasn't what she had imagined in the slightest. There were prison cells occupying the length of each wall in the long room. They stretched so far that she lost sight of the end, and, the fact that over half of the lights in the prison room were dead or continuously flickering on and off didn't help her vision at all. Despite the voice in her head telling her to turn around and continue to follow The Teacher, she just couldn't… something was drawing her to the room. Her hand reached forward and pushed the door open a little more. The hinges creaked softly, causing her to jump back, but she weren't quick enough. The Teachers large hand wrapped tightly around her neck as he threw her against the wall opposite to the door with such a great force that all of the wind was knocked straight out of her. A guard from the room of cells sprung up and quickly rushed outside when choked sobs escaped her throat.
"What do you think you were doing?!" The Teacher growled, tightening his hold on her throat. Searing, fiery pain surged through her chest as her lungs struggled for breath.
"Let her go!" a man's voice called from the room.
Mia wrestled against the weight and force being put on her to look for the source of the voice. Mia forced her eyes to focus as a man with dirty blonde hair and stunningly blue eyes came into view. Was that… Thor? Or was it Captain America? Suddenly emptiness split her stomach in two. If either of them were here, it meant that the other Avengers probably prisoners as well…
"Eyes here!" the Teacher bellowed, taking her chin in his free hand and forcing her to look at him. The hopeless darkness was replaced with disgust and hatred, and, forgetting everything that had been drilled into her over the past three weeks, Mia began clawing at The Teacher's large arm and wrist.
He sharply yanked his arm away when one of her nails sunk deeply into his skin, sending crimson blood splattering across both of them and the floor. Mia fell to the floor in a heap, as The Teacher attempted to stop the blood spurting uncontrollably from his wound. Fresh, cold air reached her lungs, and soothed the pain slightly, though Mia were so dazed that the pain was barely registering anymore.
Why would I do such a thing? Why did I fight back?! That was literally the first thing they taught! The Teacher wouldn't forgive- a now blood soaked hand grabbed her throat and forced her harshly to lie on the floor. Mia were sure she heard her skull crack against the hard, concrete floor. Either that, or it was another bone in her body being broken, her mind was filled with nothing but adrenaline and survival instincts which made determining her injuries a feat she couldn't quite manage at the time.
Having The Teacher in a dominating stance above her wasn't new experience for her at all, but there was something different. In a controlled situation he could control his temper, but now? Now she had pissed him off, badly.
"S-Sir?" the guard asked nervously.
"Stay out of this." He barked back while moving to kneel down beside her. Mia squirmed beneath The Teacher's grip, trying to escape, but she were losing energy and focus quickly. Breathe… Just breathe! The fire in her lungs returned with a vengeance, causing loud gasping sobs to form in her throat.
"Listen here-," his menacing tone stopped, and was replaced with… nothing… Mia squinted in an attempt to see the reason for his sudden delay in verbal abuse.
"My, my…" That voice… was that…
"Have I not warned you before about touching my toys?" her brown eyes drifted to Loki, who was, rather casually, walking down the hallway towards the both of them .
Mia felt The Teachers hands trembling slightly against her skin. Was Loki so terrifying that a man as large as The Teacher was scared so easily? Just before Loki was able to reach the two of them, The Teacher removed himself from her, allowing air to fill her lungs. The Teacher began to back away, but her vision turned black just before she could witness what Loki had chosen to do to him, if anything. The last thing that filled her mind was a small voice… it said she were surely going to be discarded after this incident… Could it be right? Would Loki see her uselessness and disrespect and throw her away…? If he could, then why chose her in the beginning? Even behind closed eyes, her mind didn't stop, and just served as a means to terrify her all the more…