Loki's P.O.V:
Have you ever felt your life flashing before your eyes?
Have you ever felt pain from being shot?
Have ever had someone scream your name, while you flung backwards by the impact of the bullet?
That was happening to me, right now.
I can hear Tony, screaming my name as I fall backwards in slow motion – like when one is falling through water – to the snowy ground, with a muffled thump as my head lolls to one side on it. Blood spreads out, seeping through the snow in lines – like when a river trickling down the mountain side to the valley below – and my vision is distorted, like I was looking through one large cracked mirror and seeing something, entirely through it. It makes me think, that she should have done some studying on people with the Wolf Gene in them.
Did she think that would work?
I can't be killed by just bullets.
I'm a God.
It will take something more powerful to kill me, than just that.
Rolling onto my front and using my elbows get up slightly then my back arches, bones cracking in every part of my body as my Healing Factor, kicks in. I soon feel something metal, round and recognising it as the bullets that been used to shoot me, spit them onto the snowy ground and turning my head, soon stand up to face Director Fury, hearing electricity crackle nearby as a punch comes flying towards my cheek.
Grabbing hold of the clenched fist with my hand, I feel volts of electricity – which would knock out a normal human – surge through the whole of my body, causing my skin to start to rip in certain places – my arms, chest and cheeks – then crunch down with my hand, hard on it feeling the bone shatter instantly with the strength of it. She drops to the ground, clutching her broken hand and looks up at me, eyes wide with terror then grabbing her head, pull her close to my face by her hair.
The Predator – The wolf – in me, rises and bringing my hand up take hold of her chin then grip it tightly, digging my claws into her cheeks as Director Fury, cocks the gun against my forehead. I flick an eye to him, seeing that he is raging – no Fear, rolling off him at all – and let go of her, flinging her backwards that she falls onto the ground with muffled thump then turn to face him, feeling him soon place the gun's muzzle against my forehead as he steps closer to me.
"Are you going to kill me? Just like you did your predecessor – the original Director Nick Fury. "I say, making his gun hand tremble slight then continue to speak. "Or, are you going to take me back, fling me into one of the Hellcarrier cells and have your men, beat me up as you watch? For what. Revenge on what I am – a God with the rare wolf gene inside, Christos Marov?" making him place his finger on the trigger and begin to think, whether it was worth pulling it, noticing – while this is going on - out the corner of my right eye that Agent Romanoff's eyes have go wide at the information.
That this was not Director Fury at all. It was imposter, pretending to be him.
She manages to get up, making me wave my hand to allow tendrils of emerald smoke to wrap around it then fully cover all the hand. She watches as it heals the broken bones and leaving nothing, but smooth skin behind as it finishes then she reaches for her gun, cocking the hammer back and places the muzzle right up against the side of the man's forehead.
A blinding flash of the bullet, going out the muzzle makes me flash-step backwards to watch as the head explodes to reveal a mass of wires, circuits and spurting out what powered its system. So, it seemed that Christos Marov, had used clone decoy to see how strong I was and walking up to her, place a hand over her's to lower the gun hand down. She turns her face to me, showing me a face with tears starting to run down her cheeks and placing my arm around her, lead her to the chateau then "Little Hawk" takes her off me.
I look back, one last time and see that the clone body, is being dragged into the Hell-carrier's vehicle by two S.H.I.E.L.D Agents then it leaves, snow being stirred up by the large engines with a droning noise that becomes soon muffled by the swirling snow storm that looked it would not be ceasing for same time.
Clint's P.O.V:
Natasha, sitting on one of the guest beds – in the chateau - and with her hands in lap, stays still for me to wipe her cheeks of the dried blood with damp cloth then placing it down, next to the bowl of lukewarm water, pick up the plasters to place on the small wounds.
She seems to be thinking about something and reaching a hand to her forehead, take a strand of hair from it then gently tuck it behind her ear. Her eyes flick up to mine and suddenly I'm grabbed hold of by my shirt then slammed down on the bed cover as she straddles me. Her lips smash into mine, making me give a muffled gasp of shock and surprise that I was being kissed her this way and soon, find myself moaning breathlessly as her tongue entwines with mine.
It feels so good, so warm that my cheeks start to heat up and my lower half, starting to throb in the jeans – that I'm wearing – as I had changed into fresh clothes that Elder Harfang – last of the Old Wolves – had given me, feeling her hand shift the shirt up to expose my chest.
She places her hand on it, making me arch slightly at the warm touch of her hand on my bare skin and slides it upwards to one of my nipples, rubbing it between her fingertips as the both of us, continue to kiss. Breathing heavily through both our nostrils, while saliva is being exchanged within our mouths and press my chest more into her hand, feeling her pinch my nipple as I let go of her lips to moan at the feeling of it.
She starts to rub it, between her fingertips and tilting my head backwards, expose my neck as it begins to rise and peak under her ministrations. It feels so good, that soon she moves her head down to my other nipple and takes it in her warm mouth, feeling her soon swirl her moist, hot tongue around it as my cheeks become so red, mouth opening in breathless moans and my lower half, aching so much that I whimper at the sensation.
She stops, pulling back from me and looks down at me with pupils expanded so much that my heart, begins to thud against my ribcage then she pulls me, flush against her. Fangs – that somehow have formed for some unknown reason - bite down into my neck, making me arch my back in her arms, giving an unexpected cry at the Heat that floods through my whole system then her hands, more like claws rip my clothes to shreds.
She soon straddles me, slamming herself down on me and my head tilts backwards as I cry out at the feel of being inside for the first time in my life. She is warm, tight and hot that when she begins to undulate her hips back and forth – riding me – I can't stop myself moaning breathlessly in the stillness of the spare bedroom.
"Nat!... Oh, God…Nat!" I gasp out, everything dissolving into something I can't describe and just allow the sensations to take over my whole body.
Loki's P.O.V:
Tony, as his arms crossed over himself, when I come around the sofa and sitting down, turn to face him with my elbow propped on the back of the sofa and place the other hand on his thigh, stroking up and down it.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, making him turn his face away from me and not look at me then sighing softy, bring my hand up to cup his cheek, lightly as I bend down to his neck to kiss it, gently with my lips and shift closer to him on the sofa, so that were close to each-other.
I keep on kissing his neck, moving my lips against it and stroke his cheek, with my thumb to relax him as he un-wraps his arms from his chest then pull back from his neck to look at him. He has a faint blush on his cheeks, which is making him look adorably cute so kiss his cheek, lightly and getting up, head into the kitchen to make myself a cup of hot chocolate.
A hand grabbing my wrist, stops me and turning see that he is wanting to say something to me then sit back down, while he pushes me backwards to lay on my back. He looks down at me and reaching up, I cup his cheek with his hand as he nuzzles against it then places his head down on my chest, just resting it where my Immortal heart lay. I just sift my hand through his hair, feeling it relieve the tension that was in his muscles and he moves his head to look at me then smiling softly, give his lips a light peck.
His hand comes up, when I pull back and pushes it so that he can cover my lips that soon the both of us, are breathing heavily through our nostrils with tongues entwining in harmony – inside and outside – our mouths as saliva, lightly trickles down the side of our mouths or is exchanged through the heated kiss that were having now.
Soon the both of us, must pull back from each-other – with a thin trail of saliva, hanging between our swollen lips like a spider's thread - to breathe then rest his forehead, against mine suddenly that I tense slightly at the action of it. He inhales deeply, breathing in my scent and opens his eyes, staring right into mine with a look that makes me just hold him by his hips.
"I love you, Loki." He suddenly confesses, making my heart skip a beat and give a hitched gasp of his name then trembling so much, open my mouth to say the words that I had been keeping inside me, since saving him from those Hunters.
"I…...love…you as well, Anthony." I say, voice breaking in the process at the word, feeling him take hold of both of my cheeks with his hands then bends, kissing me gently on the lips that I fully wrap my arms around him.
To hold this man, close to me.
This person, that had interested me when we had first met.
This Mortal, that had managed to capture my heart and become the one that I would protect no matter what would happen between us.
I would always love him for all of eternity, because nothing could break the Bond we had.
Nothing at all.
Nothing would break what we had between us.
Because, a Bond of Love between two Soul-Mates can never ever be broken apart.
Never.
TO BE CONTINUED
