So sorry for how long this has taken, I am going to try and get back into the swing of things so yes, it's a really short chapter as school is in a bit but I felt the urge so here you go! I will either update again tonight or tomorrow so don't worry.
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Sophia pulled her hair into a high ponytail as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She was pleased to see that she looked better than she felt. She could feel her resolve slowly slipping away as she thought about life in general.
About how she didn't want to die.
But the photo stuck on the mirror made her feel as if there was no other choice. It was of her and Loki, just after the children had arrived and she had pain smeared over her face and Loki had a blue paint handprint on the side of his face from one of the children and he looked so alive. The happiest which Sophia had ever seen him.
Her mother was located in a small island, her personal military base. It looked near enough impenetrable, but she knew her mother wouldn't try and kill her straight away.
Well that was the plan she was riding on.
She didn't like to think of the alternative.
Of the people she'd leave behind.
They'd each in turn come and said their goodbyes.
Natasha had casually passed her a small and deadly looking dagger which was easy to hide at dinner and Clint had made her the best hot chocolate she'd ever drank which he usually reserved for special occasions. Tony had acted blasé at dinner, repeating that she'd be alright but none the less he handed her a small gadget discreetly which if she pressed the button would set an alarm off in the Avengers household. Captain America had simply hugged her when she was on the way to her room to get ready and Bruce smiled sadly at her as he poked his head through her door giving her messages of good luck. Thor told her that she was a strong warrior and that when she got back they could go to Asgard and exchanged war stories with the warrior three.
But the only person she really wanted to see moments before her departure was Loki. But he was no were too been seen, the only inkling she had that he was there, was the dark red rose on their bed on top of a picture which he'd obviously helped the children draw. It was of her and Loki surrounded by the children on the beach. And as much as she wanted to bring it with her, she left it behind. With her own picture on top. Of Loki and the children, without her, but all of them as happy.
It was what she felt was the best she could do.
Or that was what she told herself as she climbed aboard the jet which was to drop her by the island.
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