Well this was crazy.
So basically what went down is we've been down here a year. A whole year. Stuck in this damn cave. So on the anniversary of when we started the calendar. Sort of.
Well not sort of but.
Isabella lost it. She had been cool and calm if not a little depressed at times, never actually taking the time to get the other feelings about this whole ordeal out of her emotional system. I had yelled and stomped my feet enough that I didn't have what she had. And she lost it.
She threw things everywhere, screamed and cursed.
Honestly cursed, I didn't know where she learned all those expletives because I'd been careful because Isabella is a saint, but damn she could say the most filthy things. Pots and pans, soap bottles, packets of oatmeal and instant mash potatoes went flying. Scribbled how much she hated it in here on the wall, kicking the walls which I made her stop in fear of her hurting herself and then she just went back to throwing things.
I'd also learned things, like the names in the devils family. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme. All mentioned and given quite a few curses, not to mention lucifer himself Edward. About how Alice couldn't tell her what to wear anymore, or how to be ladylike. How Rosalie shouldn't have even bothered disliking her if they were all going to leave her. That Emmett could stop with all his god awful jokes and move on with his life. Carlise, who'd saved her life a few times, mentioned to not have because her life ended when they left. Esme and Jasper were left alone, and I have no idea why.
Edward was followed with plenty of suggestions to have sex with himself.
She tore out everything she didn't like in the garden which ended up being about half of it. Then, finally, she broke down crying. Curled up into a small ball of tears that I carefully picked up, and gently rocked. She shook with all the sobs going through her, and I had no idea what to do about any of it. Isabella cried at feeling inadequate for me, that she somehow wasn't enough. Saying that I would end up realizing what a mess she was and leave her for some girl who knew what she was doing. I was crying by then too.
Because we were in a cave, and she had so much wallowed up pain inside her. I told her that I would never find a more amazing or beautiful person to love in this world. Then I had to reassure her so many times I lost count that I loved her, and would never leave her to fend for herself.
I was going to burn the Cullen's, and after getting her father and Angela Webber put (Isabella's friend) outside on vacation. I was torching that town down to pieces.
Or at least visiting a few people and saying some very choice words to them. Very choice words.
Here's the craziest thing though. That wasn't the craziest thing.
A few hours, a meal, and a nap later even though she wasn't feeling as bad anymore there was still plenty of emotion.
Grabbing a small knife Loki had gotten us she headed to the wall with the first calendar from exactly a year ago on it. I would be concerned if it weren't for the fact that all this objects he had brought us were charmed so they couldn't cause us any harm.
With a quick murmur saying she was sacrificing the knife, she took the top of the blade to the stone and began carving it in. And she didn't stop.
For three months.
We of course fixed up the cave from when she had lost it, she continued gardening, I kept fixing and making stuff, Loki kept up his visits. But for Isabella there was no more staring into oblivion, not as much at least. Now while I tinkered, she went to the wall with her knife and kept carving.
Her birthday passed, October and Halloween passed, then ironically the day before thanksgiving she finally found what she was looking for.
It was small, no bigger than her palm but it was a symbol. And a weird one at that. A rose with flames for petals, crystals for leaves, and a sun thing in the middle, with a ring around it in words in what looked like to be some sort of language that I didn't know.
It wasn't much but it was more than we had for the past year.
When Loki came by the next day for the Holiday, he was as clueless as we were. The language for all that he had lived and seen, was unknown to him. Whoever took us had something to do with the flower of symbols on the wall. It was the one thing we had to suggest to anything about our strange and unusual kidnapping. But Loki still had other good news.
Ever since Isabella started tearing out the wall, he had been taking bits and pieces of what was left behind. They'd been scanning them all on the other side of the ground apparently. Now they had something.
We were in a specific set of mountains. Deep, deep in them. (Author: I know nothing about caves) In the pit of russia/ siberia. I know siberia, great place. Especially because I found out that my former friends best friend killed my mom and my former friend knew of it for two plus years.
Yay Siberia right folks. But thats not what matters.
What matters is that we knew we were there. Which means we are now one step closer to get out of this literal hell hole. and we both couldn't be happier.
Isabella didn't quit picking at the wall after we found the fire flower. She just started going around, not very much because we both didn't want the cave to collapse before we were out of it. just a straight section going around the walls of the cave. I pitched in too some days when I didn't have any projects to work on. Seeing as he was here enough, and saw how important it was to Isabella, Loki started in on it in the slightest bits whenever he visited.
By Christmas we had gotten about fifteen feet more done. And found two more of the fire flower symbols behind the rock.
We looked beneath the layer of rocks where we found the flower, and found nothing special. It wasn't painted on, but rather it seemed to be formed into the rock over plenty millennia. Honestly despite the fact that it had nothing to do with America, this was all very national treasure like.
Loki examined it, even took bits of it out from the wall, no magic that he could tell whatsoever. They were just in the wall where we were, and all exactly the same. If it weren't for the fact they most positively had something to do with our kidnappers, I'd say they were beautiful looking.
Isabella looked at them often, giving me her Da Vinci Code on them. We overall had no idea what they meant.
Then life kept going on. Isabella still had her days when she was down. She desperately wanted to leave even more now. She had spent the end of twenty, all of twenty one, and now the beginning of twenty two stuck in this cave.
It wasn't easy, for her or me. She didn't lose it like that one time but I still knew one thing for sure.
We were totally gunna see some therapist and take some pills when we got out of this cave.
I was going to tell Captain America everything that I should have. how he was a coward, pathetic, and couldn't face the justice that he believed in. I was going to go over the Accords, see what was so wrong with them. They weren't perfect, but they weren't awful either. Isabella who had paid no attention to them when we were out even agreed that they were a good idea, and if she was a superhero she would sign them.
God thank my blood pressure that she wasn't a superhero type of person. Really my heart couldn't take that kind of thing, even the simplest of idea of her in a fight have me nightmares.
She didn't care though, I still had all my mental plans for when we got out. I asked her if she wanted me to make her a suit when we got out. Not to go superhero in, but a just in case an alien army goes after earth or something like that.
She'd agreed, it just had to be original. No iron women or war machine for her. Even more fun for me once I was finally returned to my rightful place in my workshop.
I had promised Loki that we would still be friends when we got out. I had completely gotten over The Battle of New York.
The avengers might never exist again, at least not to there former glory. Captain had ended any chance of that happening when he slammed his shield into my suit in that hydra bunker.
Honestly Isabella wanted a shield of sorts to make me feel safer about the defense tools. I was considering just taking the paint off of the Captain America one and redoing it with daisies and sage for the front of it. The former owner sure wasn't getting it back anytime soon.
Why not just make a wonder women one for a girl who hadn't given 196 countries the middle finger for there partially sane best friend.
Loki was literally a good 67% of the reason why we hadn't gone insane trapped in this cave. Isabella just couldn't wait to meet his kids. Odin could suck it if he thought he was going to do anything else to the beloved prince we had become so fond of. Honestly, he had promised Isabella plenty of gifts from all over the universe after he couldn't take more than what he could fit in his palm to her.
Thor so far while was still cool with me, not actually sure what was going down with him during the fight but he hasn't actually gone and done anything against me. Not sure what he was doing, Loki said he had been keeping tabs on him and Bruce since we were put down here. Not actually really sure what he meant by that but, that was alright.
Also Brucie was totally gunna be accepted into the group. He was still my one and only science bro. But now we had a science-ish girl. Isabella knew science pretty well, and as of the past year now knew the fundamentals and basics of engineering and understood physics and all nuclear physicists. She'd do great down in the lab though, even if it was through a glass wall with her watching some tv show about a girl named Buffy who slayed vampires and other creatures of evil. Honestly I understood that show just from all that Isabella had told me about, though I hadn't even seen a single episode for it.
Then there are things I don't understand.
Like the flower, for example.
The actual wallflower made things weird though. I had accepted that we had and would be in this cave for a considerable amount of time after we passed the third month. I had accepted that life was going on outside the layers of rock that we were stuck under. What I was having trouble accepting for this whole year or so in this cave, was the why.
Honestly me and Isabella had nothing in common. The chances of us meeting at all was a bit daunting, much less being in a good mostly healthy relationship with her. It simply wouldn't have happened in the real world. But this wasn't the real world.
Someone had taken us out of our normal everyday lives, and put us in this cage. They hadn't tortured us, hadn't cut us out for information, water board us to make us create a weapon of destruction for them.
They had put us down in a place where only a person like Loki could get to us it was so secured. It was so secure we didn't even know who 'they' was. They didn't seem to have malicious intent. Isabella and I weren't hurt. Starving yes, a bit freezing a good percentage of the time, of course, but not hurt or in any great pain. No blood had been spilled down here. Just plenty of tears. The worst thing was the threat of infertility but the little bottle look brought that Isabella drank every month fixed that. She still dealt with cramps, hormones, and blood coming out of her vagina every month.
But then why. No ransom, no knives, not even any chains. Just a cave where we had learned how to survive with just two other people for company. And the memories that never in a million years we'd think we would ever remember.
The flower though with the language that not even the prince of Asgard could read, gave us something.
Why were flowers such a big deal in mysteries. The big red flower that is fire, and the magic flower that heals people.
Honestly I was done with the gardening by now.
The only other pro in this whole thing is that I got to kiss Isabella. We had reached that point in the relationship.
It honestly made me even happier than finding the damn flower on the wall.