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"Oh my God. This is insane. This is literally insane. You kidnapped Tyra Stark, we're accessory to kidnapping." Someone muttered worriedly.
"Shut up, Lang." A familiar voice grumbled.
"We're just going to ignore the fact that you and that Maximoff girl kidnapped Tyra Stark?" He continued.
"We need her help. She's the only one who can at this point. Wanda says her premonitions have been sky-rocketing lately. She obviously knows what's going on, we'll need to know everything we can if we stand a chance against her old man."
"Wait...come again? Premonitions?"
"The one thing the media doesn't know about Tyra, is that she isn't entirely human. She's half a god. It's...complicated."
"Half a GOD? How does that even work?!"
"Shhh!"
I groaned softly as my eyes fluttered open.
"Oh shit. Oh shit she's up. Tyra Stark is awake. How do I look?"
A warm hand brushed hair from my face, moving me up to a sitting position before rubbing my back gently.
"That's it, kid. You'll be alright."
As my vision cleared, I finally remembered what happened, and began to panic as I searched for Wanda. Clint wrapped his arms around me, hushing me like a father would a child, before I finally relaxed in his arms.
"C- -Clint?" I stuttered.
"Listen, before you panic just...hear us out." Clint spoke lowly.
"You get one minute before I panic." I merely replied.
"...ah hell. I'll take it." Clint muttered with a shrug of his shoulders. "So listen...Wanda acted rashly in...taking you with us, but she said it was for good reason. You obviously know what's happening, and what's going to happen later. Would you be willing to help us so things don't get worse? You'll be our guide."
"So you basically just want to use me for my stupid premonitions? Even after I still fucked up everything?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Again, nothing was your fault. So stop it." Clint gave me a stern look. "And we wouldn't use you like that. We are giving you a choice, kid. You can leave if you want to. But it'd be nice if you could help us out."
"Really?" I mumbled softly.
"I trust you." Clint told me sincerely.
At this, I couldn't help but crack a small smile and gave Clint a small hug.
"You're too sweet sometimes." I said.
"Well, I've been told I'm very charming." He joked.
"And you ruined it." I chuckled.
I pulled away from Clint and found an attractive brunette standing idly by behind Clint. He looked like a deer in headlights as I finally noticed him and he smiled nervously before giving me a small wave.
"'Sup. The name's Scott. Scott Lang- -I'm aaahh, I'm an Ant...Ant Man! I mean- -I'm Ant Man!" He stammered.
I couldn't help but giggle at his timid behavior, finding this Scott Lang much more interesting than I expected.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Scott." I smiled kindly.
"As awkward as this is, I'm sure there's someone who wants to talk to you." Clint rolled his eyes.
As Scott protested Clint dragging him away by his shirt, around the corner came Steve by himself. I could feel my breath catch in my throat before I realized it. The two of us stared at each other in silence as I slowly got out of the van I woke up in. I took note that we were in some parking garage, but other than that, had no idea where I was.
"Wanda...uh...says she's sorry by the way." Steve muttered awkwardly.
At this, I look at Steve in disbelief, almost as if he had grown two heads.
"That's literally all you have to say? After getting kidnapped by Clint and Wanda, because you wanted to see me, you just...what the fuck Steve?!" I snapped.
Steve's mouth gapes and fumbles like a fish out of water, and while I would have found his expression hilarious, I was a little irritated at his greeting. I knew my father would either see me as some traitor, or already be preparing to have Steve's head on a silver platter.
Or even both.
"I'm no good at this, but...fuck it." Steve cursed.
I was mildly surprised at Steve cussing, considering he rarely cussed so openly like this, but with everything going on I could understand why. What shocked me even more, was when Steve stormed up to me and placed his hand on the back of my head before pulling me into a passionate kiss.
Well fuck.
Interesting choice of words, although I agree I'm as surprised as you are.
I was frozen for a few seconds as I was unsure of how to react or what to do. Suddenly, however, my surroundings faded away and I was brought back in time to when Steve kissed me in Washington. Although it was sudden and seemingly out of nowhere, his kiss was sweet and very warm. Finally, I can feel myself melt against him instinctively, and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him in closer as I was brought back to the present with him. When Steve gently bit my bottom lip, I gasped, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced together passionately for nearly a minute, before the both of us pulled away from each other. We both pant softly as our breath fanned each other's faces from our close proximity. I finally opened my eyes and gazed at Steve with a dazed expression.
"That was long overdue." Steve mumbled.
"You can say that again." I breathed out.
I'm almost tempted to kiss Steve again, and do so without a moment's hesitation. Steve recipercates and lets out a small moan as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"With everything that's been going on, I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner. I just...didn't know when the right time would be." Steve admitted.
I nod and resume kissing him, gently nibbling on his lower lip. I feel like I'm melting, and despite not wanting this moment to end, I know we have more important matters to attend to. I reluctantly separate after pecking his lips one more time.
"Sorry, I...I just couldn't stop and...yeah." I blushed.
Steve smiles against my lips and steals another kiss when his lips graze mine.
"Listen, I just needed to see you before things got worse somehow. Because things always get worse before they get better." Steve said. "This isn't about me asking you to go against your father, because I know how much you both love each other. However..." Steve then frowns. "I need you. And I hate putting you in the middle of this but I really didn't know who else I could turn to aside from you. I need your help. You're one of the only few people I truly trust in this world."
Before I can interject, Steve gently hushes me.
"You're one of the few people that's made such efforts to get to know me. You genuinely care about my wellbeing just like I care about yours, and you...you've tried helping me with saving someone I care about even though you didn't have to." Steve continued.
Steve looks conflicted as he says his, and he gently grazes his fingers along my cheek.
"But...feelings aside, I need you to seriously consider and weigh your options. Do you want to be here?" He finished.
I can feel my heart pounding and fall silent for well over a minute as I take Steve's words into consideration.
I won't be able to live with myself if I don't see this through. I have to try. Not just for Steve or Bucky...but for myself.
Finally, I find myself nodding. Steve visibly relaxes against me and plants a kiss to my head. I gently ease Steve away from me, and give him a small but reassuring smile.
"Yeah. We can...figure out our feelings later. I'll help you save Bucky. He's my friend too." I replied.
"You're sure about this?" Steve asked nervously.
"I know I was scared before...about upsetting my dad, but...Wanda was right. I need to fight for what's right, and if it means..." I paused, turning my head away. "I just hope he won't...that he won't hate me after this. I just- -"
"Hey. I know Tony. He'll always love you." Steve broke my chain of thought.
I blinked away tears, but quickly willed them away as I saw Bucky approach us. Bucky appeared apologetic behind his stoic expression after realizing he interrupted us. Finally Bucky stopped until he was right in front of me, nearly bumping Steve out of the way as he gave me a hug.
"Thank you...for...for believing in me." Bucky barely whispered.
I smiled as I returned his hug and after a minute passed, he pulled back and averted my gaze.
"What're friends for?" I chuckled softly.
"So you're with us...right?" Bucky tentatively asked.
So this is actually happening. I'm...I'm going against my own father.
It would appear so. Unless you wish to back out now.
I finally glanced up at Bucky and gave him a small but firm nod of confirmation.
"Yeah. I'm with you." I slowly replied.
God, I should have gone into fucking hiding to avoid all of this damn drama.
Too late now.
"You don't look too sure." Bucky eyed me carefully.
"I'm sorry. I'm just...having an inner conflict with myself right now." I chuckled nervously.
Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing full well that I was referring to siding against my father. He placed his metal hand on my shoulder gently, rubbing small circles with his thumb. It was cool to the touch, but oddly enough, relaxing.
"I...there's not enough words to express it, but thank you." Bucky sincerely spoke.
"Thank me later when we're still alive." I joked.
At this, the corner of Bucky's mouth upturned into a tiny smile.
"So...Steve said you had premonitions...and I recall that you mentioned them on several occasions I think." Bucky changed the subject.
"Yeah, I don't quite have the full picture, but I know this whole thing is bigger than we realize. The guy that got to you back when you were in custody. Before he...you know..." I paused awkwardly.
Bucky nodded, trying to not take things personally before I continued. Steve folded his arms as he too listened attentively to my words.
"His name is Helmut Zemo, and he's the one behind all of this basically. Now with Senator Ross, that shit was a long time coming since the Battle of New York. But with the recent events in Sokovia...his family had been killed during Ultron's attack." I informed them.
"So he wants revenge?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, and with the Sokovia Accords underway, he's basically adding fuel to the fire by bringing Barnes into this."
"How did he get into my head?" Bucky nearly growled.
"My guess? The castle in Sokovia. It was HYDRA's old hideout." I answered.
Steve's eyes widened in realization.
"But...didn't your father destroy everything?" Steve questioned.
"I thought so too, but maybe it was hidden away somewhere or didn't get destroyed?" I suggested. "Either way, Bucky is Zemo's scapegoat. He's basically using the Sokovia Accords and Bucky to turn us all against each other. Destroy the Avengers from the inside out of revenge." I concluded.
"And you got all of that from what? A couple of your 'visions'?" Bucky looked surprised.
"Well that, and I ran a facial recognition program from the security feed of him breaking into your cellblock thing and using that book on you. I was able to match Zemo with the photo the media got of the "Winter Soldier" after the assassination of Wakanda's king."
"Well, I can confirm that you're on the right track so far." Bucky told me.
Wait...he knows something?
"What do you know?" I questioned.
"When I...turned briefly, he questioned me about the HYDRA base in Siberia where they have other Winter Soldiers just like me in cryogenic stasis." Bucky informed me.
My eyes widened in shock.
Wait...there's more of them?! Are you fucking kidding me?!
"That's why we're here, to stop him before he gets the chance." Bucky said.
I nod and start fiddling with my hair out of nervous habit.
"I can tell there's more." Steve notes. "What's up?"
"I know you guys might not like this idea, but just hear me out." I fidget nervously. "I say we hide Bucky for a couple of years, especially so the heat dies down a bit. Then, when I gather all the evidence I need to pin everything on Zemo, which includes all of the people he basically had Winter Soldier killed- -" Bucky frowns. "I release the evidence publicly and unanimously. They'll have to rethink everything regarding the Sokovia Accords and it'll help prove Bucky's innocence. It might be a long shot, but it's the best shot we've got I think. We'll just have to go into hiding and bide our time."
As soon as I turned my gaze to Bucky again, I instantly felt guilty for the look of sadness on his face. I knew that look too, it was one of immense guilt despite the fact that he wasn't at fault for any of this. It was Zemo we needed to focus our attention on and have him detained.
"Is that all?" Steve looked disturbed.
"Somehow, Zemo knew how to exploit our weaknesses. He had to have somehow known there was always tension with the Avengers or else it wouldn't have played out like this, Steve. It's obvious now that Zemo's used the politics involved with the Sokovia Accords as well Bucky towards his advantage. Who knows what other sources from HYDRA he could have at his disposal. This guy needs to be stopped." I warned them. "It's partly why I've been so distant, it was because I was so desperate to figure all of this out. I just needed more time..."
"So...is that why you wanted to locate me? To prevent all of this from happening? To be sure it wasn't me?" Bucky barely uttered.
I give him a solemn nod.
"I'm sorry...I just...it's my fault. I fucked up and didn't realize how much was truly at stake until it was too late- -"
Steve gives me a saddened look before pulling me in for a hug.
"It's not your fault. The fact that you've been able to piece all of this together is amazing in itself. There's still time to fix things, Tyra. Don't be so eager to give up just yet. We can still help Bucky."
I nod and pull back before giving Steve a worried look.
"That vision I had of me standing between you and my father...I can tell it's going to happen fairly soon. Dad will have back up so we need to hurry out of here. For all I know, he's on his way to find us and bring us in to Ross. We can figure out what the hell we wanna do later, but we need to make sure we go into hiding before it's too late."
Steve and Bucky nod as I start walking ahead. When I push open the doors, I find that we're in some type of airport and look at Steve in confusion.
"Where are we exactly?"
"...Germany." Steve hesitantly replies.
"Are you fucking serious?" My eyebrows raise drastically. "How?!"
I shake my head before taking a deep breath. When I reopen my eyes, I'm suddenly not at this airport in Germany, but somewhere completely different altogether. I find myself in shock as I glance around and look for Steve and Bucky frantically as I'm unsure of what's happening. Little specs of light fluttering around me in the midst of the darkness that surrounded the area. I stood up and inspected the area as I wandered slowly.
"What the fuck?" I muttered.
"What vocabulary you have, my dear." A voice chuckled.
I whirled around and came face to face with someone I believed to be dead: Loki. I could feel myself tense up almost instantly as I stared at the God of Mischief in complete shock.
"L...Loki?" I stammered. "This...this can't be real."
"I'm not here physically of course, but I can assure you one thing. I'm not dead. Not like you thought I was." Loki smirked.
"What? You're saying you never died?! What the hell?! You complete asshole!" I cried out. "Why the fuck did you fake your death?! I...you actually made me care about you!"
At this, Loki's smirk faltered once he could tell I was serious.
"Tyra...it was...it was something I had to do. I had plans that I obviously wasn't going to share with you or Thor." Loki responded.
"Fuck you. Just...I fucking hate you." I mumbled weakly.
Loki's smirk returned yet again as he moved closer towards me and put a hand on my arm.
"No you don't. You wish you did, but for some reason...you can't bring yourself to. I'm no fool, I know when a person is lying. It's what I'm known for."
"Don't." I yanked my arm away from his grasp.
I walked off, hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but Loki reappeared right in front of me to block my path.
"Tyra. You need my assistance and don't you bother try to deny it." Loki grew serious.
"Go fuck off, you hate the Avengers, why the hell would you want to help me? You killed people, people I cared for." I glared at him.
"I want to tell you that this person you cherished so dearly isn't actually as dead as you think, but I'll let you figure that out later." Loki smartly replied.
I looked at him in confusion from his statement, and once again, Loki took hold of me as he now placed his hands on my cheeks. I blushed at our close proximity and felt my breath hitch when he placed his forehead against mine.
"We'll have plenty of time to catch up later. But for now...let's help move this along." Loki lowered his voice.
"Wait." I muttered. "What are you getting out of this? Why do you want to help?"
"I have my own reasons for helping you, Tyra."
I wasn't sure what Loki was doing, or what his end-game was, but before I knew what was happening, I felt an all too familiar tingling sensation on my forehead that made its way inside my skull.
FLASH!
"Tyra! You don't know what you're doing. Get over here. NOW." Dad angrily muttered.
When I broke my gaze from Steve, I turned around to face my dad.
"You have no idea what's even happening do you? You're all being manipulated." I spoke up.
Dad looked flabbergasted when I said this, before he turned to glare at Steve and took a step forward.
"How fucking dare you bring her into this. She doesn't know any better. And you know fully well- -"
My eyes widened at his words, and I finally cut him off as something within me snapped.
"I don't know any better? Why? Because I have autism?!" I shouted angrily. "FUCK YOU! I'm capable of making my own decisions! Do you really think that little of me?! You think my disability has something to do with all of this?!"
"Tyra! That's not what I meant and you know it!" Dad yelled defensively.
"Oh yeah?! Go ahead! Tell me what you meant! Tell me what you were gonna tell Steve!" I glared at him.
"You're not ready! You're scared of everything! You're terrified of losing everyone like I am! You have PTSD, depression, possibly schizophrenia and you refuse to seek help! I fucking worry about you all the damn time and I can't let you sink further down!" Dad admitted. "I want you to be better than I am!"
I froze in my spot and blinked away tears as I tried to come up with something to say. Steve grabbed my hand gently, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I snapped out of my daze and moved forward and away from Steve and the others as I face my father.
"You're right about everything. But here's the thing...I'm not going to let my PTSD or depression bring me down. I'm starting to accept that things happen for a reason. Maybe Coulson was meant to die. It brought all of us together to defeat the Chitauri in the end. And...what happened to Pietro...it was fucking traumatizing to have someone risk their life for me. I thought I was ready to die after we beat Killian. But life once again had other plans for me. I may not be able to save everyone, but I can sure as hell try. Because if there's something I've learned from you, it's conviction, dedication, and a sense of morality. We may not agree on everything, but I know that I'll always love you for making me who I am today. I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just trying to prove a man's innocence and hopefully, keep this family together. The Avengers aren't just heroes and teammates that save the world together to me, they're my fucking family, dad. I seriously hope that when this is all over, that you'll see my point of view." I finished.
For once, my dad was completely speechless and unable to form any words. I could tell that he was itching to embrace me, but I knew that this fight wouldn't be over just from my passionate words alone. I knew that Ross was pressuring him to do this, and that my dad didn't really have a choice but to bring us in to keep the peace from a legal standpoint so to speak. I knew that I could be facing time in prison for doing this, but if it meant doing the right thing and also ending this? I'd gladly do so. Ross was a fool, and in the future, hopefully the Sokovia Accords would be null and void. Until then, this would have to play out.
"...I'm proud of you." My dad murmured softly. "And I'm sorry I have to do this. Because believe me, I really don't want to."
I quickly moved back over to Steve and got into a fighting stance. The battle is finally beginning.
FLASH!
"Is she still under?!" Steve asked worriedly.
"I've got her! She's back!" Wanda shouts in relief.
I open my eyes and wince as I rub the back of my head. I glance around to find myself on the ground at the airport with everyone surrounding me.
"What...?" I blink tiredly.
"You were gone for a minute, but I was able to help bring you back. Relax and lean into me." Wanda explains.
Wanda helps me up from the ground, and I weakly give everyone a thumbs up.
"We've gotta go...get outta here. They're coming." I muttered softly.
"You heard the lady, let's haul ass." Clint nods.
Sam Wilson helps Wanda move quicker when he maneuvers me from her arms into his. I rest my head against his chest as he carries me bridal style. I can barely keep my eyes open.
"...Thanks...Sam." I murmured. "I'm sorry I haven't been nice to you lately...I've been...stressed."
"Thank me later, Tyra. We've got shit to do." Sam smiles down at me. "Apology accepted though."
Fucking Loki...I should have known he was alive this entire time...
When we get to the main area of the airport, it's already just begun. We're met with an obstacle in our way, mainly my father in the Iron Man armor, Black Widow, War Machine, and Vision.
Fuck! We almost managed to avoid all of this shit. How are we gonna get out this?
I can help you.
I tense up in Sam's arms, and he glances down at me worriedly.
Help me...how?
It's either yes or no. I can help you, but I need you to be willing, Tyra. No harm will come to your 'friends'
Hold on, give me a minute here.
"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?" Dad asked sarcastically.
"Definitely weird." Rhodey agreed.
"Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this." Steve made a small step forward.
Out of what appeared to be nowhere, T'Challa arrives as he leaps over a truck, making himself known to us.
"Captain." T'Challa greeted.
"Your highness." Steve gave him a respectful nod.
I gently tap Sam's shoulder, and he nods before placing me down on the ground until I'm standing on my own. Surprisingly, I still haven't been seen yet.
"Anyways. Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?" Dad cut in.
"You're after the wrong guy." Steve warned.
"Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday." Dad pointed out.
Really?
"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't." Steve spoke seriously.
"Steve... you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?" Natasha gave him a pleading look.
"All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!" Dad shouted unexpectedly.
I looked up to see a figure in what appeared to be a spandex suit made by my father no doubt. The man practically swings over to us by what looked like a web, and shoots the material, all while stealing Steve's shield and binding his hands. He lands over on a vehicle nearby as my dad gives him a look of approval.
"Nice job, kid." Dad nodded.
"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you." He finally spoke.
Wait...he's a kid?! What the hell?! Where did dad find this guy?!
"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation." Dad sighed.
"Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man." The kid waved to us.
"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just..." Dad practically rolled his eyes.
"Hey, everyone." The kid greets us.
"... good job." Dad muttered.
"You've been busy." Steve commented.
"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep... I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart." Dad grew saddened.
"You did that when you signed." Steve glared at dad.
"Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of JSOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite. Come on." Dad snapped.
I finally had enough and came out from behind Sam who somehow effectively blocked me from their view. Rhodey, Natasha, and my father all looked at me in complete shock. Vision looks almost guilty and saddened, but not surprised given the events from earlier.
"T...Tyra?" Dad barely uttered.
I glanced at Steve and gave him a small nod before turning back to my father.
"I'm just going to skip all of the bullshit because I know what's going to happen right here. I'm not going to say anything I'll regret later and this way, neither will you." I told dad.
The kid in the suit, shifted uncomfortably and gave me a small wave.
"Hi." He whispered.
I chuckled and gave the kid a small wave.
"Tyra Stark, nice to meet you, kid." I acknowledged him. "So you're taking in kids to fight for you now? He's gotta be what...fourteen?" I raised an eyebrow. "No offense to you." I told the teen.
"Tyra! You don't know what you're doing. Get over here. NOW." Dad angrily muttered.
"Let me just stop you there. Steve's right for once about this entire thing, you're focusing on the wrong person. He's manipulating all of us, you know. And we're playing right into his plans. He wants the Avengers to tear each other up from the inside. And you're just going to do it anyway." I rolled my eyes.
Dad looked flabbergasted when I said this, before he turned to glare at Steve and took a step forward.
"How fucking dare you bring her into this. She doesn't know any better. And you know fully well- -"
I managed to control myself, but I immediately cut off my dad, not letting him finish as I took another step forward.
"Before you say something really fucking stupid, I'll just stop you. I know I have PTSD, depression and maybe schizophrenia although I'm not too sure, and I know that you also have PTSD and depression. We're so...we're so fucked up and worrying about each other all the damn time...and I know you don't want me to sink further down. I know you want me to be better than you."
"What...what the hell? Are you a mind reader now? How did you- -" Dad's eyes widened in surprise.
"Because I saw this happen already!" I shouted angrily. "You know that following Ross is questionable! Why are you still doing it?!"
"Because I have to!" Dad argued.
The child that he feels guilty about...the one from Sokovia that got killed...bring him up.
"You know that kid's death in Sokovia wasn't your fault right? You still helped save a lot of people. Because that's what heroes do. And you know what? I've been dealing with survivor's guilt for a long time too! Coulson, Thor's mother Frigga, Pietro Maximoff- -" I stop and take a deep breath. "Shit gets tough, but...it's apart of life. Don't let your fears control you. Steve isn't tearing this team apart. It's all just a matter of circumstances that are putting everyone on edge and Helmut Zemo is currently at the center of all of this because his family also died in Sokovia!"
Everyone looks surprised as I say this, but I ignore them and focus on my father.
"Dad, I'm begging you. Don't start anything that can't be taken back afterwards." I pleaded.
For once, Tony Stark looks conflicted as he's faced with an important and difficult decision. I wouldn't blame him for anything though, his hands were pretty tied up. Ross was probably making this extremely difficult for him too. Then, my father fixes me an almost suspicious look.
"So since you seem to know what's about to happen, why don't you tell us a little more?" Dad questioned.
"I can tell you that no one wins at the end of this." I replied.
I then frown and let out a sigh.
"I can already tell that you won't change your mind. I always admired that stubbornness about you." I can't help but chuckle.
Rhodey looks at me in disbelief, mostly from the fact that I was actually against my father, that I was even here with Steve, that I was defending him. I could tell that this was as hard for Rhodey as it was for my father. James Rhodes had watched me grow up, was my godfather should anything ever have happened to my dad, and often took care of me when I was younger.
"Tyra. Please...don't do this." Rhodey stepped in.
"I'm not doing anything. You guys started all of this. All of you. I should have gone into hiding, but I have a man's innocence to prove. Bucky's not the guy you're after. But if you all want a fight so badly? I'll give you one."
"Tyra. Once you get involved, you know there's no turning back." Natasha intervened.
"There was never a time that I wasn't involved with this fucking shit-storm. It's what families do I guess. We all do stupid shit and feel guilty later, but in the end, we're still a big dysfunctional family." I shrugged. "Just know that there are no hard feelings. If this is how it has to be, then fine."
It's almost like one of those old Western movies you would see on television. It was a standoff, but how this event would turn out was a complete mystery to me.
Are you sure you wouldn't like for me to help you now?
And how the hell can I trust you? After everything you've done?
I guess you'll just have to trust me this one time and see what happens.
If you do anything to fucking kill anyone that I love, know that I'll murder you the next time I see you. Damn the consequences.
...I will keep that in mind. So is your answer a yes then? I need to hear you tell me.
We all started walking slowly towards each other, before breaking out into a full sprint. The battle had finally begun.
Fine. Yes.
When my vision started to fade into darkness, I grew scared almost immediately. I had no idea what was happening, or what Loki was planning to do.
Don't be scared. I'm just going to temporarily take control of your body.
WAIT WHAT?!
I said don't be scared, woman.
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT ME TO REACT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!
Because I knew you would react this way. I won't let anything bad happen, I assure you.
Oh god...
You rang?
Oh fuck off, Loki.
HELLO MY FRIENDS!
I am so sorry that it took so long to update! And also, DUN DUH DUUUUUUUH! Loki's back bitches! I'll make sure it'll tie into Thor 3 after I complete the Civil War arc. Anyway, I've been super busy with a new job and college, and I'm also trying to apply for an internship for spring. I'm also graduating this spring, so I'm sorry if I don't update as frequently as I used to. However, I will be working on a new chapter next week as I am on my fall break for Thanksgiving and such. So with that being said, let me know how you all liked the chapter! I worked really hard on it! :D
-bellas2silly