Loki hadn't slept much, only catching a few rather uneasy hours of rest on the pathetically thin mattress that was currently serving as his bed, the rest of the flimsy cot having been crushed when he had thrown it at Clint and Natasha yesterday. He wondered if they would eventually provide him with another one, but he somehow doubted it. They hadn't even taken his cuffs off yet. So, clearly they weren't overly concerned with his comfort.
He glanced at the door to his cell, and then up at the cameras. No one had bothered to leave breakfast out for him, or bring it to him yet. True, Loki's biology allowed for him to survive a surprising amount of time without food or water, but that didn't mean that going hungry was any more pleasant for him than is was for anyone else. It was still early, though. It wasn't as if he were starving, and perhaps they would provide him with food later in the day.













