My little sister is so cute! I told her that we are going to plan a sleepover at my dorm soon and her first request was that we watch Avengers (I love my family). How is everyone else doing? Thanks for the reviews! Here are some comments:
faeriemaiden96- Trust me I wanted Coulson to live too :( But he has to die for something in the sequel. I promise he won't be gone for long.
MisLG- Thank you! I want to be a legitimate author so it means so much to me that you guys like my writing :)
Kamryn The Wanderer- Hahah oh my gosh I love you so much. You basically spammed me with comments on every chapter and it literally made my day :) Yea I actually may create another story (whether its in the sequel or another one entirely) with Steve and a character who is based off me (not to be vain, I just want to be with Cap) We will see what I have time to write
Oh and I was watching the Avengers gag reel and does anyone else love the fact that Tom Hiddleston plays the villain in this movie yet in real life he's like literally the sweetest person ever? Damn he is a good actor.
When I woke up I had no idea what was going on. I was lying in a bed, the clean crisp sheets identical to ones that you would find in a hospital. I groaned and lifted my head, still a little disoriented. There was no one around, but I could hear voices coming from down the hall, drifting in through the open door. What was going on? I pulled myself into a sitting position and groaned, touching my head.
Then it all came back to me.
The fight, the engine, my uncle…
I doubled over, gasping and fighting my nauseous stomach. No. I could not get sick. Not now. Not after what happened. I forced myself to remember what my uncle had said. I was strong. I had to be strong.
Luckily whoever had taken care of me had not taken off my outfit- the last thing I needed was to be in a hospital gown- so I didn't have to hunt around for my clothes. I pushed myself off the hospital bed and crept to the door, which was still partially open. There was no one in the hall but I could still hear the sound of voices so I made my way in the direction that they were coming from.
The hospital room was in a wing that I did not recognize but it didn't take me long to find my way. I ended up outside the control room-no surprise- and was about to make my way inside when I heard my name.
"Is she alright?" I recognized Steve's voice immediately.
"Yes Captain," a voice said, this time Fury. "The medics said she will be just fine. Although I am not sure that it does me much good to have someone faint on the deck after all of this. How can we trust her to be of any help when she drops like that?"
"She just lost her uncle." Steve said. His voice was sharp and my heart swelled as I heard him stick up for me. "She watched him die right in front of her eyes."
"Well we've all lost someone I'm sure, but you have to be strong after it happens and move o-"
"You don't have to lecture me," Steve snapped, cutting him off, "I've had my fair share of loss."
This time his words made my heart ache. I thought of all of the people he must have lost, not only as a soldier but after all of this time. The people he loved were born over eighty years ago. By now they were either long gone or barely old enough to still be holding on. Of course he knew about loss.
"That's the issue with being a soldier." Fury said softly.
I had been crouching by the side of the door but by then my knees were getting numb, so I straightened up and walked into the room.
"But I'm not a soldier." I said, looking Fury squarely in the eyes as I stepped into view. He looked startled but at least he had the decency not to say anything. "And I have no intention to be one. My uncle just died in front of my eyes." My gaze swung to Steve as I repeated what he had said earlier. "So of course I am going to be upset, but that doesn't mean I'm weak. I want to fix this…."
My gaze dropped to the floor and I felt my heart squeeze as I realized that there might not be a way to. My uncle was gone. And nothing I could do would bring him back. But I remembered the way he had looked at me in the last seconds before he had died. That hope he had in his eyes. He believed in me. So I squared my shoulders and lifted my head again, finishing strong.
"And I will fight."
Fury was still silent, but he nodded. "Well we will see how easy that is."
He paused for a moment before reaching into the pocket of his coat.
"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them."
He tossed some cards onto the table and I recognized Steve's face, now splattered with my uncle's blood. I gulped, swallowing back tears and nausea for the third time that day.
"We're dead in the air up here," Fury continued. "Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor…. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye."
He looked down at the table and shook his head. "Knew I had that coming."
I bit my lip to keep from lashing out at him. If he knew he had that coming then why hadn't he done anything? Why hadn't he kept my uncle from confronting Loki and saved him? But even as the thought crossed my mind I knew it was no use. My uncle was every bit as stubborn as I was, although he hid it under a well-polished professional façade. Once he put his mind to it, there would have been no stopping him.
"Yes." Fury continued and although his next words caught me off guard, they did not surprise me. "We were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put my chips all on that number though cause I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this-"
He glanced at Stark but Tony wouldn't even lift his eyes. His gaze was locked squarely on the table as if he didn't have the will to look anyone in the eye.
Fury continued, "-called the Avengers initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people. See if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea."
"In heroes." I said softly, because suddenly it all made sense. Why he had confronted Loki, why he had reminded me of how strong I was and why he had told me to help them. He believed in the Avengers. They were his heroes.
I heard the sharp screech of a chair and turned, startled, as Stark shot up. He stood there for a moment, frozen, then he turned and walked right out of the room.
Fury sighed. "Well, it's an old fashioned notion."
These last words he tossed over his shoulder and I could practically see them hit Steve. Maybe the notion wasn't so old fashioned for all of us.
It hadn't been for my uncle.
Suddenly I felt the need to be away from there. So I shoved back my chair and stood up, grasping the side of the table as I almost lost my balance.
"Um, I'm going to find Stark." I said, my words coming out in such a rush that I wondered if Fury was even able to understand them, but I didn't care. In fact the words had barely left my mouth before I turned and was moving. I heard the scrape of another chair and then Steve spoke too.
"I'll go with her."
Guess I wasn't the only one who needed to breathe.
OooooooO
I knew where Stark would go but I still paused in front of the steel doors, my body unwilling to move any further. It must have been hours since I had been in this room but the pain was still fresh and I blinked hard, fighting back tears.
"You don't have to do this." A voice said and I turned to Steve, wiping at my cheek and trying to pretend like I wasn't upset. As if I could fool him.
"It's fine," I said, the words meant to convince myself just as much as him. It was a lie but I knew that I had to be okay. I had told Fury that I was going to be strong and I would be. For Uncle Phil and for the rest of my family. Because whatever Loki was planning, it was big and I had a feeling that my dad, Sophia and Jacob were in just as much danger as any of us were. And there was no way I would let anything happen to them.
Slowly I walked into the room, forcing myself not to look at the place where my uncle's body had sat slumped, although I could see a stain of blood out of the corner of my eye. Stark was there, just as I knew he would be. I didn't say anything as Steve and I walked in and Stark didn't even lift his eyes. His gaze was glassy and vacant, his eyes focused on the empty space where the cage once sat.
We all stood there silently for a moment, no one willing to speak. Finally I felt Steve take a deep breath next to me.
"Was he married?" he asked and although I knew the answer I let Stark reply. I knew that Steve was trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in and I needed to focus almost all of my energy not to slip into the same state of depression.
"No." Stark said, his eyes still glued on the ground. "There was a, uh, cellist I think."
"I'm sorry. He seemed like a good man."
Stark laughed softly and finally lifted his gaze to us.
"He was an idiot."
The words stung like a physical blow and had to bite the inside of my cheek hard to keep from lashing out at him.
"Why?" Steve asked and I let him speak, knowing that I would regret whatever I said later. "For believing?"
"For taking on Loki alone."
"He was doing his job." Steve answered at the same time that I snapped.
"He was saving your ass."
Stark's eyes swung to me, but he didn't take back his words. For a moment our eyes stayed locked, neither of us willing to say anything. Stark was the first to break the stare.
"He was out of his league," he said softly, "he should have waited."
"But he didn't." I said coldly. As if any of us needed reminding of how that had turned out.
"He should have-" Stark started to say but Steve cut him off.
"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony."
"Ah right," Stark laughed but there was no humor in it, just a dry dead sound. "I've heard that before."
He went to move past both of us, but Steve's next words stopped him.
"Is this a first time you lost a soldier?"
"We are not soldiers!"
Stark whirled on him, his eyes wild and although his words were not a shout, I felt them vibrate through my body.
He was right. It was just like I had said to Fury. We weren't. We were just a group of people brought here against our wishes and thrust into a fight that we never asked for. And after all of this Fury expected us to play by some hidden set of rules. Well I wasn't buying into it.
"I'm not marching to Fury's fife anymore." I said, my words sharp and final. "I'm not a puppet."
"None of us are." Steve said softly. "Fury has the same blood on his hands that Loki does, but right now we have to put that behind us and get this done."
I nodded and Steve continued talking, but Stark wasn't looking at us anymore, he was looking at the stain on the wall.
"Now Loki needs a power source. If he-"
"He made it personal."
"What?" Steve cut off his sentence, staring at Stark like he was insane. "That's not the point."
"No…" I said softly, touching Steve's arm to motion for him to listen. "That is the point. That's what Loki does."
Stark nodded. "He hit us all right where we live. Why?"
"To tear us apart." Steve said and I nodded.
"Divide and conquer."
I could practically see the wheels turning in Stark's head. "Yeah that's great, but he knows he has to take us out to win, right? That's what he wants. He wants to beat us. He wants to be seen doing it. He wants an audience."
"Of course." I said softly, watching as Stark paced back to where he had been standing. "He wants attention."
I thought back to what Loki had told me about his life in Asgard. How Thor had been the favored one. Was he so hungry for attention that he was willing to hurt people to get it? I was starting to believe that fact more and more with each passing day.
"Right." Steve said as both of us turned to listen to Stark. "I caught his act in Stuttgart."
Stuttgart. An image flashed into my head of the emerald dress I had been forced to wear. Had that really been less than a day ago? It felt like another lifetime.
"Yeah. That's just previews," Stark said and by now I was starting to see where he was going and was able to finish his sentence.
"This is opening night."
Stark nodded. "And Loki, he's a full tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument build in in the skies with his name plastered-"
He stopped and his eyes widened.
"Son of a bitch."
So I was reading through some old fanfics and I found the one that actually inspired my story. Everyone needs to go read this now cause its AMAZING! This story is probably my favorite Loki fanfic & the reason I named my main character Camilla. Actually this author in general just writes amazing fanfics so look at all of her stuff. The story is called Cold Fire and its by LightningRapunzel. After reading her stuff I feel slightly inadequate in my fanfic hahah but I'm working on it.