Hi Guys. :)
So this is my first fanfiction, kinda nervous about posting for the world to see.
Not really sure where this story is going, but depending on the feedback, it could have more chapters
So please Review and generally let me know what you think/any ideas :)
Thanks and enjoy
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SMASH!
Steve awoke suddenly, mind springing into action immediately. He quickly pushed himself up and sat on the edge of his bed, taking in his surroundings. Nothing was noticeably different on first glance however as a sharp and unfamiliar gust of wind blew across Steve's face, he turned to see the window above his bed had been smashed, the New York skyline twinkling in.
'How is that even possible?' he thought, 'I'm on the 50th floor'. His deep blue eyes followed the path of destruction, scattered shards of glass forming a pathway through his room, past his bed eventually leading to a crumpled figure in the corner. "Oh my God!" muttered Steve, eyes popping at the sight. He slowly got to his feet and began to walk to the edge of the room, glass crunching into the soles of his feet as he did. Drawing nearer he began to hear shallow, but heavy breaths, interspersed with a faint moaning.
"Are you ok? How did you get up here?" he asked in the darkness, still creeping forward. As Steve continued moving, he felt his feet become warm and damp looking down to see the carpet was now dark and discoloured, a metallic tang catching in his mouth. 'Blood!' The thought was instantaneous and he quickened his pace until he was stood over the dark figure, slowly reaching down to unfurl the sheets of material covering the shivering body beneath. Steve's hands fumbled with the material, they too becoming damp with blood. He frantically tried to make contact with the body beneath, instead finding only the icy cold of metal or the sticky warmth of blood. Steve withdrew his now dripping hands and gave the cocoon of material a sharp tug, feeling it rip beneath his fingers.
"Leave me alone!" a hoarse, but instantly recognisable voice croaked "Please... please just don't hurt me..." Steve's eyes widened and he continued tearing the material irrationally, desperately trying to reach the body beneath. 'It can't be! It's not possible!' his mind screamed. Then with one last rip, a pale and bloodied face was revealed. Steve examined the face below him in shock. The lips were bruised and broken, the nose bent at a strange angle with blood gushing from it, the eyes were outlined with a purple-blue darkness, but the two large, green pupils stared right at him, emeralds sparkling in the darkness, and Steve's heart shattered.
"Loki?"