Title: What You Left Behind.
Pairing: Loki/OFC (Name Evelina, created by me.)
Summary: What if Clint "Hawkeye" Barton wasn't the only sharpshooter taken over by Loki's power that day? What if she was still suffering from the affect this God had on her a year later? This is my story, the story of Evelina, and how I deal with the trials of my crazy life, and the return of Asgards resident Trickster.
Rating: K+ (But this will change as the story goes on)
A/N: This is my first story, as you can tell. I hope you like it, it came from a 'dream' I had and I just developed it. This is Chapter Two.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Marvel or the Avengers. But I do own any original characters, such as the main one, and the story line.
Chapter Three.
I quickly rose to my feet, rubbing my bloody hand on my trouser leg cleaning off most of the blood from my hand and removing the dust that had gathered on my trousers. I moved to quickly grab my bow which had fallen from my hand as I was flung across the room, and I quickly adjusted the strap of my quiver.
"Is everyone ok?" I called out, getting calls and groans of agreement from almost everyone. I saw Steve get to his feet after making sure someone was alright and quickly move over to me.
He laid a hand on my shoulder "Are you ok?" he moved his hand to the back of my head, checking it.
"Yea I'm fine, just a scratch." I answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Natasha and Clint heading towards us, their soldiers running in to help out with the injured. The portal let out another few crackles of light and we all moved into position facing it, me and Clint with our bows drawn, Natasha crouched behind an overturned table, pulling out her hand gun, Steve took position in front of us, shield held up in that familiar position. The soldiers had taken similar positions as Natasha, but some didn't move still helping out the injured.
There was another crack from the whirlpool, and a figure started to emerge from it. First the tip of a large hammer appearing through, and this was quickly followed by the hulking figure, muscular and well defined, with a head of blond hair falling over wide set shoulders.
"Bloody hell Thor!" Clint exclaimed, lowering his bow "Put us all on edge why don't you." He yelled out. I slowly lowered my bow, but kept it on hand in case I needed it. Everyone started to stand down, moving closer to the familiar Asgradian friend.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, wanting to get straight to the point, my head really hurt.
"I come, and not for a good reason." He said cryptically. He looked older, more worn down.
"Ok, now what is the reason for you coming here and smashing up half the museum?" Natasha said. Thor started to reply when the portal gave another burst of thunder, pushing us all back with the force of it.
"This is why I am here. Brace yourself my friends." Thor yelled, as we all took up positions around him, me and Clint with our bows drawn, Natasha, her gun pointed forward and Steve with his Shield held in a familiar position.
We were ready for anything. And good thing too.
With another lurch of the portal, another familiar figure started to appear, gold horns followed by the tall figure of the man that haunted my dreams.
Before I had a chance to think, Loki pulled back the familiar staff that was always close to him and shot a bolt of blue light from it, knocking everyone but me back.
"Now, this was not the warm welcome I was expecting." He didn't firect this at anyone. But it felt like his words were stabbing me in the gut.
"You shouldn't even be here. So why are you expecting any form of welcome. Did you want us to lay out banners and bake you a cake." I moved my arrow point to face him. This was the only line of defence I had against him right now. I was going to use it to my advantage.
"Well my love, I know you dream of me. Of me possessing you like once before. Of us doing the things you so enjoyed" He drowned out. 'Love' who the hell did he think he is? His words started causing vivid pictures to for in my head. Pictured I had tried to block out. I didn't want to know how willingly I had given in last time. Not again.
"No I do not. And I am not your 'love'" I almost yelled out. I pointed my arrow at him, getting ready to shoot it at him. His words were getting to me. My steady hands had started shaking. This is what he did to me. Always.
I was looking for a good place to shoot the arrow at Loki. Not to kill him. He was a god, that wouldn't work. Just to leave him something to remember me by. Like he did to me. But his armour was making it difficult. I couldn't find a place to let the arrow fly into.
Then the large chanderlear just above Loki caught my eye.
I a split second. I moved my stance. Shot the arrow at the rope teathering the light to the celing. It severed the rope. Letting the object fall to the floor. As it hit Loki, bringing him to the floor. I turned on my heels and ran.
I finally got outside. Standing with my hands on my knees, panting from the adrenalin rush I had just felt. I didn't care that I had left my friends behind, or that I may have really hurt someone else from my little stunt. All I cared about was getting away from Loki.
A/N: I hope you liked this, as my first form of any Fanfiction, I would really appreciate reviews, whether bad or good, all criticism is welcome, as I can develop and change as a writer. This is being done around school work and other stuff so it may take a while to update, but I always try and set a time limit in which to update under. If I go over this time limit I have a very good reason.
Once again thank you for reading this, I hope you stick with it and review as well please.
Love – YourJustAsInsaneAsIAm.