Lokixteenage!reader prologue

     Today is like any other day as you mindlessly wander around Stark Tower, wondering how to annoy Tony when he next visited. He was barley ever here. No one was ever really here or at least not on this floor. Natasha would come to visit from time to time. She was kinda like an older sister to you, but she was normally out on missions while you were stuck here. You were never allowed to go on missions.

    It was only a few months after the New York incident and Tony had already finished rebuilding Stark tower. It probably would have gone faster if Pepper hadn't refused to do more the 12% of the work. As soon as rebuilding was finished Nick Fury stuck you in here. You weren't even sure why you were here. You weren't related to Tony, or any of the Avengers, or anyone at SHIELD. You were just an agent. Well kinda. You had been raised by SHIELD. You didn't know your parents and the closest the thing you had to a father was Fury. You had started training at a very early age and by now you were just as skilled as most of the top agents.
   
    You would think being so skilled and such a big part of SHIELD you would be part of the Avengers or at least have gotten to help them, but no. According to Fury it was too dangerous and you were too young. Hmph, screw that. And now you were stuck here. Apparently it was the safest place for you. Fury probably didn't want you near the Avengers. He was probably worried you'd freak them out or something. You'd only gotten to talk to them a few times.

    Living in Stark tower wasn't so bad most of the time. Being as it was a Stark tower the technology was pretty cool. And just like in every Stark there was JARVIS, who could get annoying after awhile.

    You weren't feeling so well today so you curled up with a cup of tea, your teddy bear, and your laptop. The first thing you saw when you opened your browser was the headline "Breaking News! War Criminal Loki Returned to Home World," blah blah blah all old news to you. You skimmed the rest of the article and stopped as you came to a picture of the God himself. "mmm," you sighed, he was pretty smokin' hot. The piercing green blue eyes, the high cheek bones, the was his jet black hair was slicked back, and that smirk... WHAM you mentally smacked yourself you couldn't think about him like that. He was the bad guy. The enemy. The crazy God who tired to take over the world. Yet you couldn't get him out of your head.

    A part of you had always wondered what his side of the story was. One of the few times you were allowed to talk to to the Avengers you had asked Thor about it. He told you what happened on Asgard, but he still couldn't tell you what Loki had been thinking. You knew as little about the god's story as everyone else, but unlike everyone else what was behinds the god's actions intrigued you greatly.