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I'm gonna go on,
Living like I never met you
And it will feel wrong at first
But I think I can forget you
-Teenagers, by Hayley Williams
My emerald gown shimmered in the soft light of the ballroom. I flitted away from the man who'd been hanging on my arm, it was easy enough to convince him that he was much more interested in the blonde bombshell across the room. I watched in amusement as he wandered over and began flirting with a large marble statue. But quickly my attention was drawn away from the sight by the host of the party. He began his speech, thanking the powerful investors for supporting his research. There was a small smattering of applause as he paused, and then there was a large crash. All the heads turned to see a man swinging a blue and gold walking stick and a man sprawled on the ground. It was obvious what had happened.
He grabbed the host, a famous scientist of some kind, and dragged him through the now screaming crowd. The man scrambled against his grip, but he was slammed onto the stone ritualistic altar in the middle of the room. My attention was not on the screaming man, but the one who held him. He wore a long suit coat that showed of his slim build. His hair was black and slicked back, all the strands curling into points at the back of his head. He looked around calmly, smirking slightly as he pulled a silver device out of his coat pocket and slammed it onto the face of the still shrieking captive.
I was bumped by someone trying to get out and was pulled out of my reverie. I turned on my heel to follow the crowds but couldn't help but glance back at the man once again. He was strangely familiar, yet I was sure I had never seen him before in my life.
"Lexi!" yelled the man who had brought me to the party (before he went off with the statue). The man's head snapped up and looked around, his eyes stopping on me. Those green eyes seemed even more familiar. So green. Piercing. Poisonous. Caustic. It burnt my insides yet left me feeling cold, as if I knew this feeling and knew there was something coming after it. He smirked, nodding slightly as if he recognized me. It had the feeling of "hello old friend". That was enough to knock me out of the trance and I turned, running out of the hall, leaving the sound of dripping blood behind me.
He was quick to follow me out, apparently having gained what he needed from the now silent man. I knew he was talking, but in my panic, I couldn't discern the words, just a velvety voice speaking English. His voice had a British edge to it, something I found disconcerting. I glanced back to see his clothing had changed into leather, shining metal, and a bronze helmet sporting what seemed to be horns.
I pushed my way through the crowd, fighting to get away from him and wondering why they had all stopped. But I found the man again on the other side of the group. I backpedaled, trying to find somewhere to run. There was nowhere, the man was somehow multiplying himself, surrounding the scared crowd of people.
I tried to remind myself to stay calm, to remember English, my native tongue. I hadn't used it consistently in a while, but now it seemed that I needed to remember it.
"Kneel!" the man shouted and the group slowly complied. With the people on their knees, it would be hard to move through them without attracting attention.
I kept my gaze on the cobblestone street below me hoping that through some miracle I would melt into the stones and get away and out of this situation. I didn't want to be near the old man who stood and replied, "Not to men like you". I tried even harder to melt as the dangerous stranger called for everyone to look at him, to watch the old man die. I wanted to bury my head in my hands and run. I had left my home to get away from this.
But instead of the man dying, someone dropped in front of him, somehow deflecting the powerful blue light. I looked up to see a man in a skintight blue suit. He looked familiar. But also ridiculous.
" You know," he said "the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."
"Ah. The soldier… A man out of time." The man in green seemed amused rather than threatened.
"I'm not the one who's out of time." Then the fighting began and, with a few more screams, people began to run.
I stood and began to run though I felt something pulling me back, not wanting me to go too far. I forced myself to keep running as I felt a helicopter whirl over my head, a voice coming over the PA system. "Loki, stand down!" The voice continued but I put it out of my head, running as fast as I could in the stiletto heels I'd thought were adorable that afternoon. Now the words I'd use to describe them were less kind.
As I reached my home, I glanced down to see that my silver clutch was not hanging on my wrist. I was an idiot. I probably dropped it in the square or while I was running. Hopefully I would get it back, it had quite a few things I needed in it.
I pressed my thumb against the print scanner next to the door and with a happy little beep, the door unlocked. I pulled the shoes off with a sigh of relief as I stepped into my expensive little German chateau. The soft sound of German being spoken emanated from the living room, where I was sure our nanny, the lovely young Liesel was engrossed in whatever was going on. It sounded like the news and I immediately knew that she would have a million fast paced questions shot out faster than I could think in German.
I walked into the room to see the blonde young woman staring, mouth hung open, at the sight portrayed: a much destroyed square, the square I had just abandoned for the safety and anonymity that my home provided. But I became engrossed as the news reporter began speaking about exactly WHO had shown up to the scene. The red and gold suit was enough to make me want to hide beneath my covers and not come out for weeks.
I had to pull my attention away from the damn reporter, praising the Iron Man, Captain America, and a bunch of other American people for taking down the strange man who'd attacked the gala.
Liesel was startled out of her reverie by my voice, asking how the night had gone. She answered as she always did, that my angel was just that: an angel. I smiled and shooed her off, we'd see her again tomorrow bright and early. Thankfully I had moved her along fast enough that no questions were asked about the square and my night. As the girl collected her things and left, I couldn't help but be drawn back to the TV. Then I snapped out of it and turned off the program.
As I walked into the kitchen my feet began throbbing again. With a sigh of relief I slipped my shoes off and put the teakettle on.
I was nodding off over my cup of tea when there was a soft knock on the front door. I jumped up, startled and suddenly very very nervous. Could Tony have sniffed me out in so little time? I hadn't expected to actually have to deal with him, I just hated being anywhere near him when I knew it could put my Daphne in danger.
But at the door was my little silver clutch. Just sitting on the mat, as if it was a pet returning home after running away. I picked it up and opened it, leafing through the contents. They all seemed to be there with one small addition.
On the back of a receipt there were a few words scrawled in a spiky, unmanaged, yet readable script. "Leave Stuttgard immediately".