I always do double updates when I first publish a story. Lucky you!
But seriously though, you guys are orgasmic with the sheer numbers of hits this story has. And your reviews made me write chapter three out. Dead.
Now, this is an interesting chapter. I enjoyed writing it, but, I also want to hear what you guys think of it. It's out of my comfort zone, fights... But, I tried to make it anything but. Let me know what you think.
The room exploded.
Suddenly, white powder was seeping through the air and a giant, sky scraping hole had demolished wall opposite the bed. The ceiling was crumbling and bits were crashing continuously down to the floor. Dust arose from the ground, making it difficult to breathe. Everything was still, and everything, was destroyed. The desk and books were shattered and splattered everywhere, respectively. The lights over head were flickering in and out, unable to keep the flow of electricity through the bulbs. The smell of burning wood seeped throughout of the room, and the possibility of a fire was now in question. Rebecca knew she needed to get out.
After falling down under heaps of rubble, Rebecca winced. A piece of wood collapsed on her hip, and Rebecca saw that once it was removed, it opened a wound that began to seep pools of blood. Rebecca shuddered in pain and grit her teeth. Her eyes shut tightly, sucking in a deep breath. She tried to stand, but fell down as energy just left her body. Her knees buckled beneath her, causing her to collapse several times. Rebecca grunted, hissing at the pain searing through her left side. But then, she remembered something. She wasn't alone. Rebecca's eyes widened, and with a shot of all her strength, was on her feet, moving around as best as she could.
"Pepper."
She coughed out even louder,"Pepper!" Somewhere in this room was her friend. Her friend who... well, wasn't responding. "Pepper- answer- me," Rebecca hoarsely shouted. The Editor found it difficult to even move with the debris covering the floor, stumbling as she clutched her hip. What had happened? How long had she been knocked out? Did she black out? But something did happen. The giant gapping hole in the wall was enough proof.
Rebecca had made her way around the bedside to find a body limply laying on the floor. There was a piece of wood covering the blond head, the hair sprawled about.
"PEPPER."
Sprinting forward, Rebecca knelt down and tossed aside the lank piece of wood that hid Rebecca's face. She noticed instantly the dribbling dark blood bubble and trail down Pepper's temple. This piece of wood must have knocked her out cold.
The dust was beginning to settle now. Rebecca shook Pepper at first, tapping her friend's face lightly for any sort of response, but then carefully took a moment to feel for Pepper's pulse. It was soft, small, but there. She was alive. "Oh thank god," Rebecca whispered, brushing the golden locks out of her friend's face. Then, Rebecca began to look for any wounds beside the head injury, only finding a few scratches that could be cleaned.
While Pepper's safety was key, something else was evident. Why did her room explode? A pipeline, or maybe a failed science experiment? Thing is, the room connecting to this room was also Rebecca's. It was a small loft at the corner edge of the building. Therefore, something came in from outside, burst through one window and into this room. She was on the 18th floor. How did something get up here and how-
An attack. A failed attack. Shit. Something tried to attack them. But, Rebecca had nothing special besides some newspaper dirt on Manhattan's higher ups. Nothing extreme and nothing worth a kill. And if someone did attack, both girls were rendered unconscious. The enemy must have left with whatever they wanted. Whatever, they could have it. There was nothing of material worth in this building.
Rebecca, glanced down to her friend. She should get her out of here now. With all her strength, Rebecca picked up the body of Pepper and placed Pepper on her back. The editor then began to shift to disperse the weight, wincing at the stinging of pain that pierced her hip. Carefully, Rebecca sifted her feet through the dust and wood, before she discovered her legs locked in place.
Maybe it wasn't a direct attack.
Maybe it was an entrance.
Rebecca froze.
"You're taking away my prize," A voice chimed from behind Rebecca. Rebecca's breath hitched in her throat. She picked up on it too late. The enemy was in the room. Someone was in here, waiting, watching. How did she not know? The dust... Shit. She was an idiot. Rebecca could feel her heart sink slowly down into her stomach, thumping heavily. Without wanting to, Rebecca turned her head around, followed by her body to face the intruder.
Sitting on what was left of the bed was a man. He was in a reclined position, as if nothing was wrong. His attire was black, where there were flecks of green and gold. It was a thick material, for it was probably an armor of sorts. His raven hair was slicked back in contrast to his bright, emerald flecked orbs and pale, moonlight skin. In his hand was Rebecca's champagne glass, broken on the edge, but still filled with liquid. The man brought it to his lips, grinning as he took a sip.
Rebecca stayed silent. Her eyes widened and she felt something horrible. She felt darkness. She knew exactly who this was.
"Loki."
Rebecca never met the Asgardian. Never once. She saw pictures of him in Stark Towers and after the whole incident with Thor. Of course she knew who he was. And his wicked, manic grin was terrifying. Wasn't he suppose to be gone this morning?
"Look at you, strong girl. You are holding yourself so well, even while your wounds burn," Loki said aloud, his voice almost sing-song. He threw the glass down onto the floor, shattering it, before getting off the bed,"But really. I need Ms. Potts."
The girl instantly shook her head, choking out a muffled,"No."
Loki cackled, clapping his hands together in excitement,"You're defying a god? Why, quite the fearless little girl. You're such a little blemish, you are."
His face was crazed. He was getting pure joy out of watching Rebecca defend the unconscious figure. This is totally what got him off at night, watching people try to be defiant against a god. Rebecca already could feel the hatred well up within her. But truthfully, she was terrified. While her face was strong, her body was slowly beginning to crumble. Why was he here? Everyone was far away, somewhere in the sky above Germany. No one from S.H.I.E.L.D was here. Loki was. Hadn't he left with Thor this morning?
Obviously something went wrong. Very very wrong.
Rebecca inhaled deeply,"I am."
The man seemed to take a step closer,"You want death so badly?"
"Perhaps."
"Just hand me the girl, and you may live to see another day. That's all you humans want, to wake up the next day to your mundane lives filled of greed and fake happiness," Loki hissed, his body become stiff as his orbs pierced Rebecca's. This was a nuisance.
But still, the woman shook her head,"I'm sorry. I'm not giving you Pepper for whatever plot or scheme you're attempting to devise."
Loki was; however, getting a kick out of this. Some human woman was trying to defy him! She looked pathetic, wearing her torn night pajamas and her hair sprawled around her. But she still thought she had a chance to defeat him! How pathetic. How mortal... She was quite the wonderful epitome of that idiotic human spirit he despised. Yet she began to do something interesting. The human girl placed Pepper Potts on the floor against the nearby wall, before she moved back to where she had stood moments before. Did she plan on fighting him?
Loki stood there with peaked curiosity, placing his hands on his hips as he smirked.
Rebecca's dark orbs glowed crystal blue.
"Hi how-
"Loki escaped."
"What?"
"It was a trick. All of it was a trick. He is coming for you."
"What do you mean?"
"He is going to use you against me. Get out."
"I don't understand. Here? Now?"
"Pepper please get to safety! I'm-"
"Tony where are-"
"You've got to be kidding me."
Loki was thrown back against the far wall, his body aching in a pain that he was not expecting. He saw something in her eyes moments before blackness momentarily consumed him. It was bright, a bright white light unlike anything he has ever seen. It was as if something had possessed the girl momentarily in an act of desperation.
Carefully, the god stood up, only for him to be quite taken aback.
Before him stood the same girl from before, but her eyes were glowing steel blue. Her hair had long silver streaks running through the brown roots running down to her mid-back. Her clothing had disappeared in a white flash. On her legs appeared white, skin tight pants with a lone blue strips running up the side. On her body was a blue bra-like top, where the straps came to wrap around her torso and mesh into her pants for a one piece outfit. On her shoulders were two titanium-blue plates that matched her eyes and high boots. Her wrists had on blue bracelets to contrast with pure white gloves.
"Literally, a joke," Loki hissed, stepping forward out of the rubble, before he smoothed back his hair,"What's your power. Glitter and sparkle?"
Rebecca stood still. Her eyes were trained on Loki. They were still glowing a brilliant, almost silver aquamarine color. They were determined, strong, not human. Suddenly, Rebecca flexed her hands, outspreading them and raising them upwards. Loki watched, curious. But then, he saw items around the room glowing, morphing. They were forming together. They were changing into a longer, unidentifiable object. "Transmutation."
"What?" Loki said aloud, as if his ears deceived him.
"Ancient magic," Rebecca replied, outstretching her arm. Suddenly, a sword materialized into her palm from the glowing items,"I can manipulate anything of equal mass for something else."
Loki froze. She could do magic tricks. How plucky. His emerald orbs watched her, just studying the peculiarity of the situation. His lips parted, as if to say something, but then closed again. But then, he spoke in his deep, velvety voice,"Very well. Let's test ancient power against the power of the gods."
Suddenly, a large scepter formed in Loki's hand as he grasped the air. It was beautiful. The tip of the staff had two elongated points, and lodged between them was a radiant cyan orb. But, Loki did not use it to swipe at her. Instead, he just approached her before she could even react. God-like speed... Rebecca was aware that she could not fight in a battle or anything of that sort. This outfit and transformation was all sort of a bluff because she didn't know how to fight. Her powers were real, but anything besides that was simply to get Loki to leave. She kept her poker face on... Hopefully, long enough to-
Tap Tap.
The point of the scepter landed on her chest, right below her collar bone. Rebecca seized in a tight breath, when she shook her head. No... No... She knew this. She read this. She wasn't aware that it was happening moments before but now she knew. Mind control. He was doing it now he... He did this to Clint he-
Rebecca saw Loki withering on the floor before her, his hands and knees holding up the weight of his torso. His face was tilted upwards, eyes wide and completely vulnerable. "What are you?" He whispered, his body shaking.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!" Tremors began to wrack his body, his face morphing into complete sorrow. Tears pooled down his face, dripping off his chin and washing his cheeks. It was like an endless stream... he was tortured? What? What had happened? He was crying, his teeth clenched as his face was the epitome of despair. He was crying and pain wretched his face in deep lines of agony. Loki swallowed, gasping for air as he clutched his chest, shaking as something torn at his mind.
Rebecca didn't move. She just stared the man before her without words to say. She didn't know what to think or do... But she saw the god before her in such a weakened state. His face was filled with despair and anguish for no reason. He was destroyed and half the man he was moments ago. He whimpered inwardly, exhaling and breathing deeply in an attempt to regain his composure. But that that failed too.
The god was reduced to nothing in a moment. His beautiful face was wracked with tears and complete horror. He could barely stand under the weight of his body. Energy had left him.
His cheeks reddened and his body collapsed beneath him. He then hissed through his hiccups,"How dare you..."
His blade came forward. He would take control of her. He would rule her. Simple creature.
She didn't move, as if she didn't know. He reached forward and tapped the tip of his scepter to her chest. He grinned as her eyes were overcome with a brilliant blue, liquified, his trade mark of those he wielded. She was his. Loki tilted his head, but then, his eyebrows narrowed. Her eyes changed again.
White. They were white. And then his scepter, the blue orb, became white. A crystalline light traveled down the wand and into his body. And just like that, it happened.
Pain. Loss. Sadness. Disappointment.
Loki saw his father, that bastard of a man who he could never be a son to. That man he was never good enough for. He saw his Odin's cold eyes staring down at the God of Mischief. He saw such anger in his father's face. Loki was good for nothing. Never anything. He was worthless. Worthless like an ant to a god.
Slowly, Loki attempted to sit up, but his body caved in with sadness as his body violently shook. His mind was telling him to give up, that he was no longer worthy to live. That never ending torment... that darkness. Darkness he attempted to use for his motivation and pride and yet here he was, rendered helpless by a mere memory. Everything didn't make sense. How did she show him that? All of those moments he's tried to lock away for such a long time; She resurfaced them in an instant and knew none of it. Loki's reddened eyes glanced up to her, the cold, unwavering face of the girl.
"What are you," He choked, using his scepter as a means to stand again. He finally made it on his feet, but it looked as if his heaving chest, his shaking hands, his tear streaked face... He looked as if he just witnessed something more than horrible. Faliure.
Rebecca didn't know what to say. Truthfully, what she was is what Stark was suppose to figure out. She only knew of her single ability to morph objects, nothing else. But, something else happened. Something else that she didn't know about that was effecting Loki. Rebecca watched the man, concern almost etching onto her face as she responded, "Human."
"LIES!" Loki roared, hurling his scepter on the ground and thrusting himself at Rebecca. His right hand came up and grasped her chin, while his left clutched her shoulder tightly. His beautiful green eyes stared into Rebecca's blue. And at that moment, she saw nothing malicious. She saw a child's innocence. She saw complete and utter pain, begging for answers. "Why..." He whispered, drops of liquid streaming out of his eyes. They were beautiful. They were destroyed... decayed... demolished... Hope was gone. It was an empty shell...
"WHY." Loki yelled, shaking the girl back and fourth before with such force, hurling her body on the ground. Rebecca lost her footing and fell, snapping her face up to meet Loki's. Her eyes were wide now, completely helpless to the raging god. He was panting, his teeth barring as wetness streaked his face. His back was hunched over, his hands balled into fists.
Rebecca's lips parted,"I didn't-"
"What do you mean you didn't!" Loki sneered, his evil temper slowly returning,"You horrible creature. You disgusting, pathetic, HORRIBLE creature!"
Rebecca just watched him. Her ragged breath was in beat with Loki's. Both felt their hearts thump deep within their chest. Loki stared back. A final, lone tear escaped down his cheek before suddenly, he disappeared with the last word,"Why?"
Loki. My baby. Writing him sad kills me.
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