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[It was in part his own fault for choosing to stay on Midgard rather than a more subtle place to hide. But he'd not been at full strength at the time, and without any other solid plan, he'd done as Thor would have wanted him to. He found a place where few would go snooping, and changed his appearance when it was necessary. That had allowed him to properly finish healing and to start thinking of alternatives.
However, the longer he stayed, the more he grew attached to the idea of staying in Midgard, being a realm that his brother was oh so attached to. The downside to that was that he wasn't supposed to be here, and there were people who were capable of great feats. They had the knowledge and the resources to realize that something or someone that wasn't human was here.
Unfortunately, though he'd done nothing (this time), worth being carted away for, he had not been forgiven his past crimes.
Even if he'd fought back, he was outnumbered and their resources were better than that of one who had, for good reason, been keeping to himself.
That's how he found himself a guest in one of numerous S.H.I.E.L.D. buildings, staring at a set of white walls with his hands and legs chained together in two sets, which then were chained to the chair he was seated upon. They never quite seemed satisfied with his answers when they asked what he was doing here, how he had gotten here, and what he was up to. Of course, one of those answers was a lie. They would no doubt dislike to hear that his dear brother was the reason he was free now. Funny that they didn't doubt the lie, but strongly disbelieved the truths.
He counted the cracks in the ceiling tiles again. That and connecting the dots to form pictures had been his greatest sources of entertainment when he wasn't enjoying the company of his inquisitors.]
However, the longer he stayed, the more he grew attached to the idea of staying in Midgard, being a realm that his brother was oh so attached to. The downside to that was that he wasn't supposed to be here, and there were people who were capable of great feats. They had the knowledge and the resources to realize that something or someone that wasn't human was here.
Unfortunately, though he'd done nothing (this time), worth being carted away for, he had not been forgiven his past crimes.
Even if he'd fought back, he was outnumbered and their resources were better than that of one who had, for good reason, been keeping to himself.
That's how he found himself a guest in one of numerous S.H.I.E.L.D. buildings, staring at a set of white walls with his hands and legs chained together in two sets, which then were chained to the chair he was seated upon. They never quite seemed satisfied with his answers when they asked what he was doing here, how he had gotten here, and what he was up to. Of course, one of those answers was a lie. They would no doubt dislike to hear that his dear brother was the reason he was free now. Funny that they didn't doubt the lie, but strongly disbelieved the truths.
He counted the cracks in the ceiling tiles again. That and connecting the dots to form pictures had been his greatest sources of entertainment when he wasn't enjoying the company of his inquisitors.]
