Loki caught The Teacher by the neck and harshly pinned him against the wall right beside the bed, ignoring the fact that The Teachers stumpy legs knocked over the bedside table.
"Why do you want her?" he growled loudly, drawing the gaze of The Teacher from the bathroom door to meet his own.
"The same reason you did..." the pudgy man choked out. "Her eyes didn't glaze over after being here, she still feels something other than fear or pain, and she doesn't immediately throw herself at those who control her just to diffuse a situation." Hearing The Teacher speak of her in such a way made Loki's stomach turn. "She has class," He wasn't sure what made him do it, but the next second Loki felt his fisted hand flying towards The Teacher's nose.
Again and again Loki's fist flew forward and struck the pudgy man in different areas of his face. He could feel the bones cracking under the force of his punches, and the small pieces of skin and gushes of blood falling to his feet. It was only when his fist became almost completely covered in blood that he stopped and stepped back from The Teacher, who fell to his knees and clutched his bleeding face tightly.
Seeing The Teacher on his knees, but still defiant and remaining conscious reminded Loki why he appointed him to the post he did. Not only could he dish out pain, but he could take it as well. That didn't excuse his actions though. He had already been given one chance to stop pursuing (Name), he wasn't having another.
"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you where you kneel..." Loki said in a hauntingly calm tone. Psychological torture, Loki loved it. Both men knew that no answer would be good enough, no matter what answer he gave. Well, that was what Loki was thinking at least. The Teacher lowered his hand and spat out a mouth full of blood before looking up to the raven haired man.
"Because I can give you the name of a mole," the pudgy man replied gruffly. Loki's anger filled features morphed into shock.
"What did you say?" he said, taking half a step forward.
"You heard me." The Teacher groaned as he stood. "Give me your word that I will walk out of those doors without any further harm, and I will give you the name..." Loki looked down at him sceptically.
"If the name holds any merit, then you will walk out of the front doors a free man and I will remove every insignificant memory of you from my mind. If not, then I will kill you, slowly." The pudgy man chuckled.
"You'll have to get in line. I believe Thor, among others, will have called the right to that particular pleasure before you..." The smirk on The Teacher's face made Loki want to start pummelling him once more, but he had to control himself.
"The name..." he urged darkly. The pudgy man wiped some of the blood from his face with a smirk,
"Bucky Barnes.