Torn Roads
Daddy Issues
I ran my finger's through my hair roughly as I stormed past the bridge. It was night still, maybe a few hours from dawn. I made my way to Loki's cell, silent and pissed.
"How did I know you were going to show up here V?" Loki asked lazily smiling. I smiled back, but it was cruel and bordered on a sneer.
"You need to stay out of my head." I said, my words hissing from between my smile. I leaned back against the rail, my smile fading into a frown. He chuckled, blue eyes bright.
"I'm bored." He answered smoothly, waving it away. My face didn't change as I stared back, my anger pounding through me like drums of war.
"I'll get you some damn playboy's or something then." I shot back, my eyes narrowing. He scoffed, walking around his cell.
"Those disgusting magazine's that Midgardian males put so much stock in? Please." He said, stopping to shoot me a look. I shrugged.
"Might as well just bring you Mein Kampf, you'd probably enjoy that better." I snorted, crossing my arms. "I mean, Hitler had Daddy issues too," I finished innocently, letting the jibe hang in the air, before straightening up and walking over to the control panel to look at it. I could practically feel Rich Boy's glare, and I had to hold back my sniggers.
"Do not speak of-!" Loki hissed and I turned on my heel to face him.
"Of what? The fact that you feel like you got the shit end of the stick just 'cause Mommy and Daddy decided to lie to you? Boo-hoo. Get over it, it's not that bad." I interrupted, walking close to the glass. His hand slammed on the glass and I stared back calmly, staring at his pale handsome face, so torn and twisted with rage. Still, he needed to get the fuck over it. It wasn't that bad, and it certainly wasn't bad enough for him to kill legions of civilians.
"You don't understand, stupid mortal," He hissed, face darkening. My brow darkened in anger. Oh, of all people I don't understand? I think I'm the fucking definition of understanding adoption problems, pal.
"No, what I don't understand is how you can be so blind. You disgust me, I can't believe that anyone could be so ungrateful." I shot back, my eyes blazing and my face hard and set in anger. I backed up, moving to sit on the rail, swinging my legs impatiently as I shoved the emotions aside.
"Don't presume that you know what you're speaking of," Loki said, his voice laced deeply with anger. I stared at him hard for a moment, just stared unimpressed and unafraid, and I let it show blatantly on my face, just to piss him off. And from the look on his face; I'd say it was working.
"You're an idiot." I said flatly, jumping off the rail and walking towards the door.
"What do you know? I saw you, in that dream. Your parents-" He started, his voice sneering before I whirled eyes blazing.
"They are not my parents, and my life was different than yours. Don't go comparing them, we're not the same." I snapped, gesturing at me, then him.
"Oh, I see. Hypocrisy at it's finest." He commented, smirking. My dark eyes dug into his. I knew what he was doing, he was trying to bait me into spilling about my childhood shit. First off, it just wasn't any of his fucking business, and secondly, I don't feel like talking about the pieces of shit that made my life worse.
"Very funny, I'm not taking the bait. We are not alike. Stay out of my head, and I won't drag up your Daddy issues, 'kay?" I said, waving my hand dismissively before walking out. This time, I kept walking even when he made snide comments. Well, that put me in a bad mood. I walked down to the lab, seeing Stark and Banner bent over the boom-boom stick, the blue glow bathing their faces with light.
My finger's itched to grab it so I could rub it in Rich Boy's face, but I held back the urge. Banner and Stark would probably be pissed that took it, not to mention Fury.
"Hello Sparky, you're just in time," Stark said, looking up from the computer. He walked by banner and zapped him with something. I stiffened, and he held his hands up defensively.
"What? Just experimenting," He assured, but I glared.
"I want you to know, that if you try to set off Dr. Banner again, I'll drop you." I said humorlessly, glaring at Stark. I walked in front of the boom boom stick, raising my hands above it. Lightning crackled around my finger's and the orb in the glow stick lit up in response. My lip curled. I don't think doing this is such a good idea...
"Looks like it recognizes you, for some reason. The readings on it, the energy levels are picking up to match the normal charge of lightning. It's kind of creepy…" Dr Banner said, and I grimaced, my lip twitching in unease. Okay… That's kind of really weird and disturbing. I wonder if it knows I wanted to sell the thing for scrap metal?
"Whenever you're ready Sparky," Stark said, stepping beside Banner to move the data to another screen, then standing aside.
I sighed through my nose, wondering just how well this had been thought out. I lowered my hands taking a deep breath.
"Well, they don't call me Ghost for nothing," I muttered before letting the lightning touch the boom boom stick. As soon as it did, the blue orb in it flared up with tangible energy, throwing me back through the glass lab wall.
I blinked the black spot's out of my vision before standing up and brushing the glass off my clothes.
"Are you alright?" Dr Banner asked, walking over to me. Stark waved the question away, walking to the screen to read something.
"She worked with the Brother-Hood, I'm sure she can take more than that," Stark explained. Banner turned towards me, looking surprised.
"The Brother-Hood of Mutants? The one that, uh, kills people?" Banner asked.
"Yep. Thought it'd look nice on my future résumé." I answered sarcastically, my voice low. Stark looked over at me, leaning back against a table and crossing his arms.
"So, I always wondered, why'd a nice girl like you join up with sociopath's like them?" Stark went further. My lips tightened a little.
"Well, after I hopped a plane to America, I was looking for a job, and they found me. I didn't know what they're, um, how should I say it? Long term goals were in the beginning, but their cause appealed to me for awhile so I stuck with it. Then I got sick of watching my partner slaughter people at random and I quit." I said simply. Stark looked from me back to Banner (who was looking a little alarmed) before throwing up his arms.
"Well. Anyways, these readings here are stronger than before. When you tried to jump the staff, the tesseract reacted, pumping more energy into it, giving us a better signal to trace. Thanks Sparky," Stark said, patting me on the shoulder. I smiled forcibly.
"Whatever you say," I muttered, walking out as Steve walked in. While walking to the bridge I was stopped by Thor, who smiled warmly. Again, it put me a little on edge, but that was just my good old paranoia kicking in. No wonder I've never had any friends.
"Friend V! Good morning, I hope your meeting with the Man of Iron went well?" Thor boomed, and I couldn't help but smile. The man was just too much, I mean, he just literally inspired happiness. Or amusement. Either way, he was really interesting, and no one had ever called me 'friend' before.
"I was wishing to ask you about your lightning ability, the One Eye'd man known as Fury told about it." Thor said, slinging a heavy arm over my shoulder's and leading me away.
"That's fine, but first, where the hell are we going?" I asked warily, caution flashing across my face. He laughed, like it was either funny or obvious.
"We are going to spar! I wish to see if your lightning is as grand as the lightning I wield." Thor said, smiling, his face and voice open and friendly. "Besides, I'm curious as to how someone so thin, which such scrawny arms, triumphed over my brother's mighty magic." He said, and I could practically feel a vein pop out in my head as my teeth ground together in annoyance.
"You're insulting me in some way, aren't you?"
"Here we are my friend!" He yelled, ignoring my question. Oh, fine. I can play like that. I walked to the side opposite of him and waited.
Thor stood tall like the God he was, impressive and radiating strength. I smiled, my arms hanging loosely by my sides as my head tilted to the side letting my pale hair slide over my face.
Thor grinned as well. "I'll go easy," He said, and my smile widened. He raised his hammer, and I ran at him, ducking under it and hitting his arm twice, freezing it. Thor turned, his blue eyes shocked as he swung his other fist at me. I grabbed his arm with both hands, lifting my feet in the air in a flash. I flipped behind him, landing in a crouch before quickly striking him three places on his spine, causing him to crumple to the ground.
Okay, maybe I did show off a little… But not much.
"I cannot move." He said incredulously.
I crouched down and looked him in the eye. "Nope. I can make big, bright lightning come out of my hands and stuff, but my mutation extends to a lot more than people think. For instance, I can sense the pressure points in your body because your nerves fire off electrical impulses. So, if I pass just the tiniest bit of electric current through those points, you're paralyzed, numb, or knocked out depending on the charge of the electricity." I explained, leaning over and striking his spine to un-freeze him. He sat up, smiling.
I swear, the man always had that dumb ass grin on his face.
"That is amazing friend, your skill is truly astounding." The golden man thundered, standing and dragging him with me. He dragged me to the cafeteria, and I sat and listened to him brag about me. It was nice, and I felt happy. A friend, maybe. Maybe I finally had a friend. He at least called me friend, and that had to count for something right?
Well, the people who called you daughter still left you to die, didn't they?
I waved away the feeling as Steve came over with us with Ade. Blue-Boy was ticked that apparently Stark had hacked the main frame because Fury was building weapons. He was even more up in arms that Fury was building the weapons in the first place.
I looked at him unsurprised. Of course they were going to build weapons, it's what human beings do. Even I know that.
Thor frowned, and they left to go to the bridge, angry with Fury. I was left alone with Ade, not that I minded. After all, it wasn't my business that they were building weapons, hell, I wasn't even an American citizen.
Ade snagged what was left of my food and began digging in. Damn, the boy eats a lot.
"I wouldn't eat that much if I were you. Next time you go hungry, the starvation pains will tend to feel worse." I said, and he dropped the roll he was chewing.
"I just haven't eaten like this in the past few weeks…" He explained, and I waved it off, sighing through my nose.
"I'm just speaking from experience. I don't intend on getting us into a situation where we'd have to deal with starvation, so don't worry about it." I said gruffly, leaning back in my chair.
"You should've heard the Captain and Stark go at it, it was insane. I swear, none of these guys get along." Ade muttered, and I laughed.
"Too much pride, that's for sure. And they're all way too naïve." I agreed, my face serious and grim. He only nodded.
Then, a roar sounded and the ship shook.
"Things are going to get very interesting," Loki's voice whispered, I turned looking for him, but there was no one. I stood, and looked at Ade seriously, my eyes strong, leaving no room for argument.
"Go find Stark or Steve, and stay with them. I'm going to make sure Loki stay's put," I said, running for the door. I heard a shaky 'kay' before I was on the way to the glass cell. Well, at least he did warn me, but that was after that ungodly yell.
I ran past Natasha, who was fighting the man with the bow. She was handling him fine, so I kept running, until I was in the doorway leading to the cell. There were about fifteen guards who turned to me, gun's loaded and aimed at me. I crouched swiftly, before pushing up hard with my legs, flipping so I'd hit the ceiling tile, breaking it, so the momentum let me slide into the vent.
Gun fire ensued, but as soon as I heard the empty click's, signaling their lack of ammunition, I jumped down, landing neatly in a crouch. I grinned in warning, but they just stared back with their unnatural blue eyes, pointing their guns at me.
And boy, I was pissed. I bent down, rushing them and striking them hard, electricity dancing around me as I spun, ducked, and weaved between them. Slowly, they all dropped around me like flies, and I was standing facing Loki, who was out of his cell.
I raised my finger, pointing at his handsome smirking face. Little blue sparks danced off of my finger, and he laughed.
"What are you going to do?" Loki laughed, sarcastic and condescending. I grinned, a huge blast of bright lightning racing towards him.
It when through him, and I stared before something hit me and knocked me aside onto the metal catwalk along the cell. I turned onto my back, seeing a second Loki, wielding his glow stick. He smiled at me playfully while I glowered. I stood, lunging for him, but something snaked around my waist, grabbing my arms and locking them behind my back.
"Now, now keep quiet. Wouldn't want to ruin the fun." He whispered from behind me, and a chill passed over me. I couldn't speak, or move. My eyes narrowed as a fake Loki appeared in the cage just as Thor thundered in. I stopped paying attention, instead forcing electrical current through my nerves, bringing them back to life. I grinned, but it fell only to see Thor in the glass cage as Loki messed with the control panel. I jumped, flying over the rail in front of Loki. I held my hands up, lightning crackling dangerously as Coulson stepped beside me.
"Don't move Rich Boy." I said, my voice measured as I glared at him. He lifted his hands in surrender, and just as Coulson's large gun began to light up, he groaned, and I spun, firing the lightning at Loki who was behind us, stabbing Coulson. Coulson fell, blood blooming across his white shirt while Thor roared in anger. My fist shot towards him, and I kicked at him, but he backed up, avoiding my blows.
Then Thor lifted his hammer, and hit the glass cracking it. I felt my stomach plummet as the support's holding the cage shifted, letting it hang dangerously. I turned to warn Thor, but…
Before I could the bottom opened up and the cage dropped out.
My hair flew behind me as I ran down the stairs, my dark eyes frantically locking onto to the rapidly descending cage.
"Don't tell me you're in love with the oaf as well," Loki sneered, and I turned to him my face serious and solemn.
"Nope. He's my friend, so I'll be damned if I let him die." I said honestly, jumping out of the aircraft and into the roar of the sky and earth below us. I pointed myself towards the ground, allowing me to fall faster so I could get under the cage and balance it for Thor. Once I did, lightning erupted from around my legs, helping me stable it so Thor could bust out.
He did, soaring towards the ground, I moved to the side, and the wind tossed me, my lightning barely slowing my fall as I tumbled towards the ground. I faced the sky, wondering if I was going to die. Only briefly, did this though cross my mind as my black eyes took in the beautiful blue heavens before me.
Because then, I flew into a forest, banging against tree's and the ground before rolling to a stop. I groaned, not even able to lift my head before my eyes widened.
Forest. Alone. Bleeding.
Anxiety bloomed in my chest. I was basically just counting down the minutes until Creed found me, fuck. Fuck.
I was in deep shit.
I struggled up, and moved around. I didn't have any broken bones, just some big gashes across my ribs, arms and legs from the branches on the trees. It was still daylight, I could get a move on before he could find me.
Who knows long I had?
I didn't bother gathering wood for a fire, that'd be like give Creed explicit directions where to go.
Like he needed a specific map to know how to fuck with me, his mutation makes it easy enough.
Soon enough darkness fell, and I managed climbed a tree. The forest was thick enough, that I could jump from tree to tree if I needed to. After sitting in the tree until dawn, feeling hunger gnaw at my stomach, I snorted.
I wonder what Rich Boy was doing. Probably partying it up and taking over the world while I sat here, waiting for the monster to catch up with me. I climbed down the tree, feeling very sore. My muscles ached, and my cut's burned, but I walked on through the day until darkness fell again. I had hunted, killing and cooking a small rabbit before burying the remains, so thankfully I wasn't hungry anymore. I walked through the forest, wandering around for a few more days before anything happened.
I woke up when I heard claw's scraping against tree's and a deep, long laugh. I jumped up and ran behind the nearest tree, my hands clamped firmly over my mouth and nose. It was a deep, black night, and the moon was tucked away under thick clouds, making it really hard to see.
OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH HOLY FLAMING DOG SHIT.
The tree against me became warm and shifted, and I glanced behind me. To my relief, I saw Loki, not Creed. I glanced down to my hands pointedly, and he nodded. Suddenly, there was a crunch, and I rolled to the side as something bloody dropped next to me. Great, he was in the tree's now and playing with me. Shit. Shit, I was so fucked. Hopefully not literally, please dear god.
"Come on out V," He drawled, and the forest went completely silent upon hearing the dangerous predator. Loki somehow (most likely through teleportation), appeared behind me again. I turned around and mouthed 'Run stupid' before he grabbed me tightly, and the scene melted away until we were in a fancy hotel in New York City. I spun, knocking him off me, seeing as he was holding on a bit too long. Weirdo.
"Whoa there, Grabby," I snapped, backing up. Okay, so I was confused. Why the hell would Loki save me? Not that he saved me, but he did help me out.
"Well, thanks for doing me a solid Rich Boy, but I've got thing's to do, places to be. You know how it goes…" I said, edging towards the window. Bar's snapped over it, and I looked back at him, emotionless. Okay, you want to play who can get the hell out of the room and kick the delusional man's ass? Fine. He smiled, walking towards me carefully.
"Why, you've just arrived? Surely you don't think I'm that poor of a host," Loki sneered, and I outright snarled, anger reaching across my face. I just wanted out and away from Creed. I was tired of running around from his psycho ass. I just wanted out so I could rest for a few before going back to my old life. But this asshole, for whatever reason, was fucking everything up and making things SO much more difficult!
"Okay, not only have you caused me more shit than you're fucking worth, I outright don't like you, so just drop the fucking act so I can leave." I said, my words a hiss between my teeth. He stared, taken aback for a moment, and I started towards the door.
"Oh no, I think you'll be staying. After all, I did save you," He said, his words a smooth drawl across the air as he stepped closer, his hands behind his back. I scowled.
"I didn't ask for your help." I bit out, my dark eyes watching him like a hawk. Talk about a two faced, mother fucker...
"But I did, as you say, 'do you a solid' helping you with that man. Now you're just going to leave? My, someone's ungrateful." He sneered, and I shrugged before my arm snapped towards his neck, ready to knock him out when my hand went through him.
Well son of a bitch.
I was thrown against a wall, pinned between a very real Loki and the wall. He looked amused and I got a little ticked. Let the fucking games begin. In a split second, I went to raise my feet to kick him off when he stepped on them, pinning my wrists above my head. I just stared back, unimpressed, hoping that alone would tick him off.
It didn't, he just laughed, his bright eyes lighting up in his pale face. Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but what about this is funny?!
"Maybe, I'll let you go if you beg…" Loki said slyly, and I smiled forcibly. Don't think so asshole, but I did have one trick up my sleeve. When I was training with the organization, one of my female instructor's told me about a very useful trick on the male population if I ever got captured like this. While, I don't want to kiss Rich Boy, I am sure as SHIT not begging.
"I've got a secret. I'll trade you to let me go," I said completely serious, making my voice convincing, even though I was torn between wanting to spit in his face, and wanting to laugh in his face. He smirked condescendingly, and leaned closer before I pressed my lips to his.
Yep, I did it without laughing my ass off, and it was really hard. Let me tell you.
Loki stood still for about a spit second before he kissed me back, not immediately releasing my wrists. Cunning bastard, I'd give him that. A heartbeat later, he let go of my wrists and buried his hands in my hair, crushing me up against him. It was uncomfortable, that's for sure, but I moved my hands to his inky black hair carefully keeping myself relaxed. He didn't tense up, and I had to hold back my grin as my hand slowly made it's way down to his shoulder and then jabbed him in the neck, causing him to crumbled to the ground, his eyes wide and surprised before darkening in anger.
I laughed in his face. "Aww, why the long face? Did Rich Boy not get what he wanted?" I mocked, a grin stretched across my face.
"Little whore," He spat, and I turned staring back emotionlessly.
"You fell for it. Honestly, I just told you that I hated you to your face, and you didn't suspect anything? Did too good to be true ever cross your mind?" I laughed, walking back over to him and looting his pockets.
"So what now? You can't possibly escape." He went on, the tone of his voice holding anger and resentment. Oh, ho ho. Someone's a little sore about that kiss.
I took a shiny, golden knife from his pocket and twirled it around my finger's as I pocketed the cash.
"I think I will. I've stood against armies all by myself, so I think a building full of people should be no problem." I said, walking out the door to the elevator. A few guards tried to stop me, but they dropped like flies in a few seconds, and out onto the streets, hiding the golden knife and blending into the crowd. It looked like we were in a huge city, skyscraper's stabbing into the cloudy grey skies.
I looked down and frowned, taking in my bloody, dirty ripped clothes. I'd have to find some new one's before I shipped out of America (which is where I assumed I was seeing as everyone spoke English), and all the sign's were in English.
I went into a ratty clothes store and bought some jeans and a faded tee-shirt. The city was big, there was no chance of me getting a cheap hotel room, so I had to pick pocket some (well, a lot) to get enough money for one. I checked in, taking a room on the top floor so Creed couldn't catch up with me (though, I bet we're pretty far away and it'll take him awhile. The time in the forest was probably chance) but I still don't want to risk it.
Briefly, I wondered where Ade was. I hoped he was okay; him, Thor, Natasha, Steve. And that Coulson guy. I hoped he survived, he seemed alright. But if he didn't, he didn't. People die all the time, that was life. It'd been a long time since I cried over death, if I ever did.
I leaned back against the pillow's on the bed, ordering room service. Alone again, how fun. There was no reason for me to seek out the Avenger's or Fury. They were grown adults, and they could take care of themselves. Plus, it wasn't my battle. I break the law wherever I go, and I'm a gun for hire. What do I care if someone takes over the planet, I'm still going to be fighting war's in some ragamuffin country, until someone finally kills me. No one will mourn me, miss me, or even recognize I'm dead.
And I've accepted that. I've known, ever since I was a little girl struggling to survive when my foster parents dumped me, that I was probably going to die young and no one would care. My body will probably rot in some forest until my bones bleach and they'll sit there for centuries.
I sighed, pushing those thoughts away. So what if my life hasn't been the best? So what if I'm probably going to die, and no one will give two shits? It could be worse. It could always be worse, so I don't complain.
"You can't possibly escape…" Now, why would Rich Boy say something like that? It was really easy to get out of the building, first off, secondly, it's not like he was doing anything to stop me himself.
Wait.
A.
Fucking.
Minute.
I whirled to see the door open, and jumped, knocking out a ceiling tile and sliding into the ceiling to see Loki, in his armor, looking around for me. Was it a trick? How the fuck should I know, I don't know shit about his abilities. For all I know, he can still use magic when he can't move and if that's so, then beating this asshole is going to require a little bit more planning and rope.
Well, looks like the shit has hit the fan.