Loki turned his attention away from their surroundings and to Evelyn, slowly shaking his head. "You didn't drag me into this." He tried reassuring her. "I will admit that I did fear leaving, and I still do, but no one forced me into doing anything." It was surprising, even to himself, that he was perfectly fine telling her that he was frightened. He just did not ever want to be captured by those people again, and nor did he want Evelyn to also suffer due to her association with him. He had been shocked by what they were willing to do to him out of spite, people that considered themselves to be heroes. Briefly, he glanced at her hair as she ran a hand through it, and he tucked a strand of his own inky hair behind his ear without really even realizing that he was doing so. He smiled when she mentioned him always seeming to get hurt while being around her. "I'm always getting injured, no matter who I am with." He said with a slight chuckle. It was one of those things that was only amusing in a bitter sort of way, but still amusing all the same. Life truly hated him. So much that it was actually funny. "I've been impaled, electrocuted, smacked around by the Hulk, and you don't even want to know about the dwarf incident. Being grazed by a bullet is nothing, really."
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Carter swallowed again. He never really was a very good liar, and so he didn't really know what he had hoped to accomplish by attempting it. As it was becoming increasingly apparent that Tom was going to kill him, in his panic, Carter tried to reason with a man who likely could not be reasoned with. "Look... j-just..." He stammered hopelessly, but cut off abruptly when the knife was swiped toward his neck. He flinched back, but it would never have been enough. Not for a regular person, at least. When the knife's blade did not make contact with his skin however, Carter blinked for a second before realizing what exactly had just happened. Instinctively, he had frozen time. Well, that was one second wasted. He scrambled backward and out of Tom's reach. Two. With only another second to spare, he brought his gun up, but not pointed at Tom. He aimed it at the sky. Three.
Time resumed, and Carter fired three shots into the open air. He was aware that Tom could still very well take his life, but the noise from the gun shots would surely be enough to alert the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents that something was wrong. Would Tom waste precious time murdering one agent, or would he use it to flee?















