I am not a good man! And I’m not a bad man. I am not a hero. I’m definitely not a president. And no, I’m not an officer. You know what I am? I am an idiot. With a box and a screwdriver, passing through, helping out, learning. I don’t need an army, I never have. Because I’ve got them. Always them. Because love, it’s not an emotion. Love is a promise.
NOTES: Another existing story that fits an new imagine.
Nina cocked her head slightly to the side so she could hear them. They probably had no idea her hearing was so sensitive, but even locked in this tiny room she could hear every word, although the room next door was supposedly sound proofed.
“Look at her, she’s not human.”
Well, they weren’t wrong, Nina mused. It had been years since she was human. In fact, she didn’t even know why she was keeping up the pretence of being civilised.
“She might be unusual, but she is as human as you are, Stark.”
She smiled slightly at Loki’s defence of her, but her smile soon faded. Rescuer or not, he reminded her of where she had come from.