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For the second time Audrey had seen him today, Logan had ignored her. She was hauling a huge, dusty leather suitcase out of one of the small storage cupboards when he walked past, offering no indication of assistance or interest. Though she expected nothing more; after the meeting with Director Fury yesterday he had been cold and distant. Extremely. She had assumed before she agreed to work for Fury that Logan would be pissed with her impulsiveness.
But when she caught his eye afterwards it wasn't rage she was met with, it was disappointment. Logan had never had this reaction to anything she'd done no matter how extreme it was. He trusted that she knew what she was doing. He'd been annoyed, temperamental, indifferent, but never disappointed.
Despite her reasoning for working for S.H.I.E.L.D she still felt guilty for going against Logan and the Professor's wishes, two people who actually knew about Fury's secret agency. Since she signed the contract yesterday her thoughts were trailing back to it, regretting it. The Professor must have felt her dubiety, because as she began her ruthless trek up the stairs with a suitcase as big as herself, he rolled into view at the top stair.
"Hey Professor" She wheezed as she climbed another step.
"Why are you not using your ability?"
"Because" Step. "I don't" Step. "Want to" Step. "Have to" Step. "Depend on" Step. "My ability" Step. "For simp- AH" Slip. So focused on justifying her self-torture, Audrey misplaced her foot on the stair and lost both her footing and any form of physical composure. Fortunately out of reflex, her ability kicked in and she and her suitcase were hovering safely a few inches above the wooden surface. Audrey let out an annoyed sigh as she moved herself and the suitcase through the air and up to the top stair to join a musing paraplegic.
"Happy now?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Gravitokineticsm is a powerful and rare gift amongst mutants. You do understand that you will frequently use your ability in S.H.I.E.L.D, don't you? Fury specifically chose you for your mutation after all."
He rolled along beside her as she continued dragging the suitcase down the hallway
"I know, I know," she rolled her eyes, "you and Logan have told me plenty of times. 'Be careful, because If the wrong person finds you, you-"
"The wrong person has already found you, Audrey." The Professor wheeled around in front of her, blocking her way. "S.H.I.E.L.D was involved with the mutant genocide and performed countless mutant experiments during and after it. They're a secret government military organisation, operating to annihilate any threats to humanity and Earth. We were considered threats, we still are considered threats"
"I know" she manoeuvred around him and kept walking.
"Then why would you make this decision? He could have you hunting for other mutants and you wold be oblivious."
"You know damn well why I'm working for him."
She stopped walking when a voice not belonging to the Professor snapped angrily. "Yeah. You've bravely sacrificed yourself for the protection of mutants." Logan stepped out of the shadows, a feral growl etched into his face.
"What is this? An intervention?" She scowled and began with a quicker pace. Logan darted after her, wanting to list all the arguments he had stewed over and formed during his time of silence.
"Wait no that was lie. You're not doing this for mutants. You're doing this for yourself"
"Stop it, Logan" She rounded the last corner reached for her door, slamming it on his face as fast as possible. But doors didn't stop Logan. He resumed his yelling as she piled all of her belonging on the bed next to the suitcase, the unhinged door strewn haphazardly by his feet.
"You're doing this because of her"
"Go away" She flicked her hand in his general direction and he flew through the broken door way, the wooden slab following after and locking into the newly shaped slot created by Logan.
She sighed and ignored his incessant and rage-fuelled thumps against the gravity-barricaded door. He would cool down and leave her alone soon enough. She focused her attention towards her packing. As she sorted through her belongings and packed them neatly in the suitcase, she let her thoughts trail.
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The mocking red numbers on the clock told her that it was exactly three minutes past midnight. This would indicate to someone that they should be sleeping, considering that in approximately seven hours and fifty seven minutes she would be leaving the mansion. Audrey however, just felt uneasy and downright strange in her bed. Sleep evaded her, leaving her staring blankly at the ceiling and humming songs that came to mind.
Once realising that most of the songs in her mental playlist currently involved guilt provoked by antagonising those around you, Audrey grabbed the bull by the balls and trudged her way to Logan's room, her pride dragging behind her. She diffidently rapped on the door with her knuckles and counted each second before he answered. She reached a total of thirty-eight seconds when she made to knock again, though as her knuckles skimmed the polished wood for the second time, Logan slowly opened the door.
"You're awake" Though his hair was dishevelled and his exterior claimed a sleepy, forlorn look, Logan was dressed in the same dark blue jeans and plaid red shirt he had worn earlier in the day. She subtly began breathing through her mouth when the sour stench of cheap cigars and stale beer pungently intruded her nasal cavity.
"Yeah well," he shrugged and awkwardly ran his hand over the back of his neck, "I've got a lot on my mind" Other than humour and anger, in regards to displaying her feelings Audrey considered herself emotionally… maladroit. However, when Logan stood aside and offered a mumble "You wanna come in?" She failed to suppress a choked sob and threw her arms around her burly mentor.
"I'm so, so, sorry" Logan, like he so often did when confronted with tears and mushy emotions, carefully patted her back and hoped to whoever was 'up there' that she would continue to ramble with her muffled crying and not ask him for advice. And she did. Audrey was simply there to apologise and let it all out, though formerly she had no intentions of crying all over Logan's shirt
"I should have talked to you before even considering to look at that contract- which I didn't even do! What if I've just allowed myself to become some weird personal sex slave for Fury? I wouldn't even know it until he was dressed in leather tights telling me to purr for him. He probably doesn't even smile when having sex, he probably doesn't even have sex for crying out loud!" She pulled away and found herself sitting beside an amused Logan on his sofa.
"Stop laughing! This is serious. I am emotionally distraught, Logan. You're meant to listen to my hormonal rambling and emotional instability" She stood up and began her futile pacing whilst Logan carefully sipped his beer and attentively venerated her inner confrontations.
"I could die! He could kill me and Fury wouldn't even bat his good eye. Do you know how many people this 'Loki' guy killed with his freaking ALIEN ARMY? He had an alien army. Why would you even need an alien army? Who willingly involves themselves with an outer-space race of murderous Martians in means of world invasion?"
Logan sat through her radical thought process for an hour, knowing well that she needed to vent. Though when she started applying 'Game of Thrones' to the situation, he restrained her from pulling out fistfuls of hair and banging her head against the wall.
"Okay that's enough verbal expression for you kiddo," After setting Audrey down on the sofa, Logan retrieved a glass of water from his small kitchenette and forced her to sit down and sip. "You and I both know you haven't said why you're really here. Spill it"
She rubbed her puffy eyes and sighed. "Remember last week when the Professor told us about that mutant girl down at Alabama?" Logan nodded as he remembered the brutal news- a something-older-than-ten-year-old girl had been crucified by a religious cult. "Well when Fury was there speaking I just starting thinking- irrationally- you know, 'what if I could stop stuff like this happening?' I know we do, do it a little, but I want to really stop this. I. I just didn't realise the entirety and reality of what I would put myself through to do it. Like, I understood but I also really didn't."
She stood up again and resumed her pacing, if she was going to talk about emotions and feeling things-whatever- then she needed to do it when she didn't have such a close proximity with someone, especially Logan. Even though he held a focused, platonic gaze, he would easily make an intimidating shrink. She also didn't want him to see the threat of newly forming tears she was trying so hard to keep at bay.
"I got mislead and distracted by the thought of the Avengers. I mean, they're part of S.H.I.E.L.D, and some of them are mutates right? Now they're abilities are being rejoiced and praised and shit like that," She waved her hand and took a breath, "Kids are running around with Hulk masks on their face for crying out loud, but Mutants, people with naturally occurring abilities, are being freaking crucified! It's the twenty-first and archaic shit like that is still happening to us. Its bullshit." Audrey reclaimed her spot beside Logan and held her head heavily in her hands.
"I just want it to stop-but not by having to do this! And now I can't get out of it. What have I done?" Logan instinctively pulled her into his side and she allowed the tears to flow freely and let the sobs rack through her tiny form.
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The mortals seemed on edge. They were bustling about the metal aircraft, so belittled and oppressed by the tasks dictated by their occupation. From what he could muster based on the words that graced their mouths and how quickly and worriedly their eyes flicked over him, something concerning himself had been altered unexpectedly. From what he had been informed by Frigga, he was being contained under strict surveillance in some sort of confinement, though she had said she was currently negotiating with the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Perhaps she had succeeded? Loki slumped slightly back into the glass wall and carefully studied the speech shared between the S.H.I.E.L.D agents. What on Midgard was a Mutant?
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Just as a last little note I'm sorry if this seems rushed or weird or something or I don't know the document was being all strange when I was working on it. Also I don't know how long the wait for the next chapter will be but I promise 2 weeks tops! Please rate, review, etc.
