shieldagentbarton:

akingsmischief:

The God took another step forward, face drawing closer to the distressed one of Clint. “Why do you see the need to lie when you know the true answers to my questions?” he whispered, eyes flashing in triumph at the state of the assassin. He ignored his question, pressing Clint with his questions; he wanted the crack and it was so close it made his head spin. “That is the beauty of breaking free, Barton- right or wrong you know if your heart you loved this freedom more than anything else in your world.”

Clint shifted nervously, backing up. “That’s not true…” Yes he did enjoy the freedom of not making his own choices but there was one thing he loved more. He cleared his throat, hand dropping down to where his handgun was. “Tell me what you’re doing back here, Loki. What do you want from us, we don’t have the tessaract anymore, you know that.”

The nervousness Clint threw off fed Loki as he took another step, grinning. The smile wavered when the archman reached for his gone, halting his movements. “I mean no harm,” he said slowly, though from his previous actions he knew he would not be believed. “You have my word,” Loki added, grin returning as he put his hands in front of his body, what he hoped looked like a less threatening stance. “It is rather regretful that I shant have more fun on Earth, but my word is true.”