Hey guys! sorry for the little delay on updating, school has been taking over my life at this point since i'm almost done, but here's a little preview of this chapter.

Tom has been nothing but depressed during the six months since Tasha left for deployment, but doesn't want everyone to worry about him. however, the lack of sleep shows and his fellow actors are starting to notice even his best friend Chris Hemsworth notices his friend's strange of behavior. Tom successfully gives everyone their letters that Tasha wrote for them explaining why she choose to take on the mission and everything else. Tom has one more letter to give to and that's Chris Evans. How will he react when Tom gives Chris his letter from Tasha? And who is here to see Tom?

Also I set this date of story during July 2011 to December 2011 since The Avengers came out on May 4th 2012, i don't know if they were shooting in July or not so bare with me if i don't know that information, i'm just going where me gut is going. Fill free to send me comments or suggestions to make this story better. I like to hear from the people :)

Chapter 4 part 2 is in the works and will be up probably by this weekend along with chapter 5.

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Chapter 3: Reunion: Part 1

Tom's POV

I haven't heard anything at all whether her mission was a success or not. The thought has been eating me from the inside. What's worse Hemsworth has felt the same way too. Our director Joss Whedon has noticed our familiar in sadness which was not good. I gave everyone their letters, but they think it's from a due hard fan and what not so I don't even know if they read their letters. I know Cobie, Clark, Hemsworth, Mark and Sam read theirs and they all approached me and Hemsworth one day on the set and they all understood why she did what she's still doing. They asked if I heard anything from Tasha and I told them I haven't. The six months have gone by slow and felt like an eternity. It felt worse when my mind was on Tasha all the time, all these questions running through my head and the possibilities of coming home in a casket. There were some nights were I had nightmares of Tasha's funeral after I wake up I wouldn't go back to sleep. Hemsworth started noticed my lack of sleep, I try to hide the heavy dark circles under my eyes, but it became tough when someone else notices as well. It was hard telling them I was fine, but when Joss asks me, it is very difficult to fool the man. He had heard about Tasha's mission because he's been in contact with the director of NCIS. Joss knew Tasha was close to me and became friends with everyone on set; he also talked to Special Agent Gibbs while Tasha was talking with me. It made me feel better, but not by a long shot.

"Tom!" I snapped back to reality, I was still in my Loki costume, my hair was slick back, it was still long and black. I rubbed my tired eyes and saw Chris, but it wasn't Hemsworth, it was Evans who was decked out in his Captain America costume. "Hey man you are alright?"

"I'm fine Chris why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you look like shit even being in make-up and all, you still look like shit." Shit, he notices too even being in all this make-up and the costume, my lack of sleep is showing. The make-up artist has tried to hide the heavy dark circles under my eyes as best as she could, but still have the effect of being worn down for the after the battle scene. However, if Chris notices my tiredness, then everyone else has noticed as well, but didn't approach me about it. Shit.

"It's nothing,"

"Nothing!? Tom you've been getting to work late and you've passed out five times in the last two weeks of filming! What the hell is going on!?" I didn't look at him because I really don't know what excuse I have for him to believe. I came up with nothing; I think it's time to tell him why this is happening.

"Something has been bothering me for the last six months and it's been eating me up ever since," I paused the happened after I gave everyone their letters expect for Evans, I never gave him his letter because well because I never thought he would read it. I just simply thought he would throw it away since he told Tasha he shut down their friendship. His letter was still in my hidden pocket in my Loki costume. I closed my eyes and sighed at the fact that Tasha is not here.

"Ever since what?" Chris's voice sounded worried and his face was full of concerned of my lack of health right at this point. I can't blame him everyone has been worried for me; there's no point in hiding it any longer. My eyes were still closed and I let out a heavy sigh.

"Ever since Tasha left for deployment." I didn't look up at Chris because I know his face would be filled with disgust after mention her name. I snuck a peak at him and for some reason his face expression changed, it wasn't full of disgust or anything like that, it was full of sadness, concern, worried and most of all regret. He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes. "She told me about your fight, she called me to pick her up and I was glad I was still in Boston for the music festival. She was crying for two hours, she didn't want you to be hurt Chris, but I think it was the other way around though. I could see it in her eyes she felt hurt and betrayal, your opinion mattered most Chris and thought you would be happy for her, but I guess she was wrong."

"I never wanted to hurt from the beginning, I regretted saying those words to her. Yes I didn't want her to go on deployment because I thought I was going to lose her, she's so young and smart, I felt like she would go to college and do something great with her life, but she wanted to be enlisted in the Army, but she chooses NCIS instead."

"She was doing it because she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, to make him proud even though he's not in this world anymore, he still would've been proud of her."

"She loves her father so much, it took her almost a full year to heal from his death, I know what death feels like, it's not something I want to go into depth."

"She's seen death all her life because of her father, she at least went to fifteen military funerals because of her father's job, but she understands what the people go through. She would do anything to help out the families who lost a dear loved one in battle."

"I just wished those words weren't the last because if they are, I will never forgive myself." Silence has over taken us and it was getting awkward by the second, I sighed, reached for the letter in my pocket of my costume and handed to Chris. He looked at it for a minute and raised an eyebrow at me.

"This is from Tasha, she wanted to me give it to you. She wrote everyone a letter including me, but I haven't read mine yet, I guess you can say I'm waiting for the right moment to read it. I just don't know when." I looked up at Chris; he was hesitating to take the letter, so I continued to explain. "She said it explains everything on why she chose her decision and what this mean to her. My guess it also explain the argument you guys had as well, but I can't be too sure though. I think she would want you to read it." Chris hesitated in taking the letter Tasha wrote to him, but he reaches for the letter and takes it. I sighed in relief as I feel a wave of dizziness coming at me. "My task is done."

"How long have been holding onto the letter?"

"For six months at least, I hesitated to give it to you because well, I don't know why exactly."

"You thought I would get rid of it."

"That did come to mind, but it slowly started to fade away because I had the feeling you would be over it by now. However, when you mention it again, I started to panic and I kept the letter ever since, but now I'm giving it to you."

"Tasha asked you to give it to me,"

"Yes,"

"Why?"

"Because if I didn't then who would?" I pulled out the guilty card and now I wished I didn't, it's not my style to do so, but I want to make Chris understand his actions or at least his poor choice in words. I care about Tasha so much that it hurts to see her cry or even be sad for someone else, it breaks my heart, and I just hope she comes home soon.

"Tom!" I snapped my head towards the entrance of the studio and saw Joss standing near the door. He motioned me to come over, but at this point I don't know if I can even get up on my own two feet. I slowly get up from my seat and started to walk slowly over towards Joss. He notices my lack of sleep and how much I'm exhausted, he puts an arm around my shoulders and help me be guided outside. "There's someone here to see you." He tells me in a whisper so no one else could hear what he is saying. I just nodded and let him guide me out of the studio. I couldn't help, but wonder why Joss is leading me outside of the studio and who is this person coming to see me? Those two questions kept echoing in my head and how much worry I'm having at this point. My tired eyes were about to close and every muscle in my body was about to shut down on me. I felt Joss's grip tightened on my shoulders as he helped me walk. He opens the door and sunlight immediately shined in my eyes, I quickly covered my eyes the light because of its brightness. As I was getting adjusted to the light and I felt Joss's grip started to loosen on my shoulders which made me curious at his actions.

"Tom." I froze and my eyes snapped opened. I know that voice, that voice I haven't heard in so long. Six months too long. I slowly removed my hand from blocking the sun and I see a figure standing not far from us. She has long brown hair that went down to her midsection of her back, wearing denim skinny jeans, wearing a red tank top with a black jacket keep her warm from the breeze and wearing black combat boots. Her green emerald eyes burn right through me as I remember the girl I've been worried about for six months.

"Tasha." With that I used with every living energy I have and quickly walk towards her. This can't be an illusion not now, but it wasn't. As soon as our bodies made contact, Tasha wrapped her warms around my torso and I wrap my arms around her shoulders engulfing her in a hug. Tears of happiness, joy and relief stream down my face as I hold the woman I've been worried for so long is now back in my arms. I could hear her muffled cries in my torso as I stroke the back of her head softly. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you so much too." I could hear her through the sobs; I pulled away from our hug and looked at her beautiful face. Her eyes are beautiful even with the tears they managed to be beautiful. I smiled at her with a smile I haven't in a long time, she smiled back as well. I brushed the tears away with my thumb and my lips crashed against hers. She kissed back with much force as I, her arms wrapped around my neck and my arms wrapped around her fitted waist. We both pulled back breathless as we stared into each other's eyes, I felt a spark between us like an electric wave flowing through my entire body, my emotions wild and crazy they are. Was I falling in love with Tasha? Would she love me back? I put those questions behind my mind and enjoyed this very moment with Tasha. I pulled her back into a hug and she returned the hug. I kissed the top of her head and leaned against her as she buried her face into the croak of my neck. "Don't ever leave me Tom." I closed my eyes and sighed in relief, she was home.

"Never."