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Complicated Possession
Chapter 7 - Safe and Warm
He was gone, her only family in the entire world and he'd sacrificed himself to save her along with the rest of the world. She pushed herself into Thor's chest as much as she could, wishing she could just disappear and not have to cope with everything that would come with the loss of her father. She was happy to remain curled up there in the street in Thor's arms and hoping her father would return forever. She knew that if she got up she would have to accept what had happened, she would have to continue with life. She wouldn't even be able to bury her fathers body, he would just be lost up in space forever. She would only be able to pretend he was buried alongside her mother, but secretly, she would always know. Hatred for Loki rose in her like bile and she raised her head slowly, still crying and now fuming in anger. She glared at a piece of rubble that lay a couple of feet in front of her but she was brought out of the thoughts of violence running through her mind and forced back into reality as Thor began to shake her gently.
"Minnie," he said softly into her ear and she turned her head, Thor simply pointed to the sky. He hadn't moved his gaze from something that was falling from the sky rapidly. Minnie pushed herself out of Thor's arms and scrambled to her feet, using her momentum she ran a couple of steps forward. The tears had stopped and now she was just worried as she watched her father race towards the ground and he was showing no signs of stopping. She put a hand to her mouth and turned to Thor with a desperate look on her face, wordlessly begging him to save her father. He began to swing his hammer, getting ready to fly up and save him and Minnie turned back to watch. She would fly up there herself but her serum was low and she was weak, there was no way she could survive it let alone save him. They were all taken by pleasant surprise when the distinguishable character of the Hulk flew across their eye-line to grab the falling figure that was her father and bring him safely to the ground.
They raced forward towards where they had landed and Thor pushed him onto his back, Minnie dropped to her knees and skidded to a halt beside him. Ignoring the pain that slashed through her now sliced up knees, she placed one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, leaning forward and the tears came flooding back. She balled her hand into a fist that rested on his chest and slammed her knuckles down onto his armour. The serum, mixed with adrenaline, caused the smallest dent in his armour but caused more damage to her hand but she still didn't care. She felt a hand on her shoulder and at this she realised her father was no closer to waking up than when he'd been falling from the sky. She turned and her face connected with the uniform of Captain America, he held her and rubbed her arm comfortingly. She cradled her broken hand to her chest and cried, once again mourning for the loss of her father.
A sudden roar from the Hulk made her jump but when she heard her father whimper her head snapped around and she held back for a moment before launching herself at him and taking a hold of his arm with her right hand and continuing to keep her left close to her chest. She smiled weakly at him and ignored the conversation that was going on around her and simply stared at her father, thanking the stars that he was actually alive. She couldn't stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks. As the other men helped him up he didn't even speak a word to her, she was thankful of this, she didn't want to say anything to him in front of all these men. She wanted to be able to talk to him privately, to invest her feelings completely. She snivelled and trailed behind the others, in her own little world. Of course, now her father was back everything was back to normal. They'd won and everything was back to normal. Loki was still up in the apartment and she desperately needed more serum, she was weak.
She knew that the serum was the only thing keeping her strong, she didn't wonder if it was the only thing keeping her alive. She was really tired and aching all over, she was covered in cuts and bruises but didn't have the energy to heal herself and she hated this. She wished that she'd never turned herself into a freak, it had changed who she was, it had changed her and not necessarily for the better. She might be able to heal herself when she was hurt or sick, she might be able to shoot weird laser beams from her hands and feet and she might be able to beat up a fully grown man but did she want that? Did she want to be the freak that if she went to school all the girls would laugh at. She couldn't even have a social networking profile without receiving anonymous hate directed at her, she hated every moment of it. But she knew that if she stopped taking the serum, she would die. She needed it, just as her father needed his power supply, just as Pepper needed him. She hugged herself, suddenly cold against the wind and really wanting to go to bed. She used a trace amount of her serum just to assess her injuries, she felt it flow warmly through her veins and smiled warmly at the feeling. Her knees were torn up and bloody, her ribs and abdomen were bruised and cracked but nothing was broken except her left hand. She had bruises up her arms and across her face and a deep gash across her right arm, the only cuts she had on her face were shallow; one across her left eyebrow and the other down the side of her right cheek. They stung a little against the dusty breeze but she ignored it as she had everything else.
And Loki.
God she hated him, more than anything. She'd offered him a chance to redeem himself, to help himself but he'd lost that right. She wanted to punch him right in the nose, and she hoped it bled. But part of her was still completely fascinated by him. She still found both him and Thor completely amazing, she longed to visit Asguard and see for herself the beautiful world that they belonged to. Two beautiful men must belong to an incredibly beautiful world. Because even though he was evil and twisted and Minnie hated his guts, Loki was so beautiful, as was Thor.
She looked up at the back of his head and smiled gently, her legs felt weak and he wanted to sit down, since when was the tower so far away?
She saw a small pile of rubble and sat down tiredly, if she could just rest for a few minutes, she just needed to chill. She felt so stressed out by everything, she was looking forward to having some time off. Some time to be a normal teenager and sit in bed all day and eat ice cream and be normal. Just for once. She sighed and put her head in her hands closing her eyes.
"Hey," she recognised the voice of her father above her and she squinted up at him against the setting sun. "What are you doing we're on the clock let's go!" he said, kneeling down in front of her and she shrugged wearily.
"Are you tired?" Thor asked from a couple of metres away and in the corner of her eye Minnie saw the Hulk's head snap around to look at her and a mischievous grin played on his giant lips.
"No!"she exclaimed, shaking her head wildly but could hardly stifle the yawn that escaped from her. Her father nodded as he stood and gestured toward the Hulk who came lolloping over toward her almost like a friendly dog and scooped her up into his enormous arms. She let out a small sqeaul and he laughed a deep rumbling laugh. Cradled against his chest it shook her to her core and whilst she was petrified he would squeeze her to death, she felt oddly safe and warm. She knew it was just Bruce underneath it all, and she was happy he'd finally learned to control his power. So she allowed herself to feel safe as she drifted into a light and fitful sleep that lasted well into the night, and from the heavens, two Gods watched over her. Swearing to protect her should she ever need them.