Maybe on our way out. No hint at all that Loki's attention wasn't wholly on Agent Coulson.
Who sighed, before conceding. "Much as I hate to admit it, you have a point. But I'll apologize to Dr. Palmer later. So here're the more relevant questions. Who controlled the Chitauri, and promised you that you could rule Earth? Why do you think they'll bother coming to us?"
"I don't think, Agent. I know. Because I was promised heretofore unheard of suffering, if I failed to deliver the tesseract. Which he'll be looking for. Even if that isn't found, you all have no doubt taken apart the scepter and discovered its secrets--I can't see him letting that remain in your hands either."
"Alright, and what do you want in exchange for your help? Cards on the table, and no long game, Loki." Coulson was apparently ready to deal more fairly.
What followed was still like a verbal chess match of questioning--but Loki's demand was fairly simple at the end of the day. He wanted to be left alone and left to his own people to handle. Especially in lieu of the larger threat of this Mad Titan and his armies and search for relics known as Infinity Stones. Eventually, while still cuffed, Loki conjured the flash drive he'd made. Tossing it to Agent Coulson with a "Be sure a copy of that gets to Dr. Strange." and a far too smug smile.
That had most definitely NOT been what the agent was expecting.
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Who sighed, before conceding. "Much as I hate to admit it, you have a point. But I'll apologize to Dr. Palmer later. So here're the more relevant questions. Who controlled the Chitauri, and promised you that you could rule Earth? Why do you think they'll bother coming to us?"
"I don't think, Agent. I know. Because I was promised heretofore unheard of suffering, if I failed to deliver the tesseract. Which he'll be looking for. Even if that isn't found, you all have no doubt taken apart the scepter and discovered its secrets--I can't see him letting that remain in your hands either."
"Alright, and what do you want in exchange for your help? Cards on the table, and no long game, Loki." Coulson was apparently ready to deal more fairly.
What followed was still like a verbal chess match of questioning--but Loki's demand was fairly simple at the end of the day. He wanted to be left alone and left to his own people to handle. Especially in lieu of the larger threat of this Mad Titan and his armies and search for relics known as Infinity Stones. Eventually, while still cuffed, Loki conjured the flash drive he'd made. Tossing it to Agent Coulson with a "Be sure a copy of that gets to Dr. Strange." and a far too smug smile.
That had most definitely NOT been what the agent was expecting.