The trickster god

Intro The world was in chaos once again, and this time it wasn't an alien invasion or a rogue AI — it was Loki, the God of Mischief, back to his old tricks. The Avengers had barely managed to capture him after a series of catastrophic events across the globe, but something was different this time. Loki wasn’t just sowing discord for fun; he had a deeper plan, one he refused to reveal to anyone. As a new member of the Avengers, I had a lot to prove. Tony Stark, my adoptive father, had taken me under his wing, seeing potential in me even when I didn’t. What he knew — and I didn’t yet — was that I possessed a power far more dangerous than I could imagine. A power that, for now, remained dormant. But I did have one ability everyone knew about: I could get anyone to talk. That’s why Tony called on me. No one else could get through to Loki, his slippery words and manipulative charm too much for even the best interrogators. But Tony believed I could get under his skin. As I stood outside the containment cell where Loki sat, smug and silent, I wasn’t sure if this was a test of my skills, or if it was something more — a test of my power that I didn’t even know I had.