"So, what are we going to do?" Bruce sipped his coffee. Tony and he had called an emergency meeting the next day as they knew Lyn wouldn't be in. Thor just sat there, hanging his head. He hadn't spoken since he had seen Lucas. No-one could blame him of course.
"Well it's obviously him, there's no denying that."
"Well then how did he get here, Clint? Because I've run this through my head over a dozen times and I just can't think how losing his memory can help him gain control, gain an advantage. There is literally no way this can be part of a larger plan."
"It isn't." Thor looked up. His eyes were bloodshot. "Loki does not see mortals as I do. He sees you as inferior."
"Well yeah, we got that impression." Clint said, wringing his hands in his lap.
"It means he would never lower himself to being one of us." Tony reasoned. Thor nodded.
"Well then." Bruce stood. "How did it happen?"
In Lucas' mind, he was running. Outside, he was asleep next to Lyn in his apartment, but inside he ran for his life.
He had no idea where he was. There was an awful lot of gold, and people stared at him as he ran. He was being chased by men in thick armour. He was wearing armour himself, green and gold flashed before his eyes as he glanced down to check his feet were still moving. An older gentleman with an eye patch yelled after him, calling him a name he didn't really hear.
Soon he found himself on a bridge. It looked like it was made of multi-coloured ice. Lucas didn't have time to appreciate his beauty, he just kept running. At the broken off end a large dark man in golden armour waited. Lucas skidded to a halt. He looked to the guards and old man.
"Son…" the old man pleaded, holding a hand out to him.
"I don't know you." Lucas replied. A guard stepped forward and, without thinking, he stepped back. His stomach lurched as he fell. The old man rushed to the edge and called for him again. This time he heard the name.
"Lucas! Lucas?" Lyn pleaded as Lucas sat up in bed. "Are you okay? You were screaming, I was so scared and…" He placed his hands on her face and stared at her, like he was trying to remember who she was.
"Lyn." He said eventually. "I'm fine. It was just a dream." He brushed a tear from her face. "You worry too much."
"I know."
"What's the time?"
"4am. Do you need a drink?"
"I'm fine Lyn. We should go back to sleep."
Lyn smiled and lay back down. Lucas stayed sat up and stared at her. A familiar voice laughed.
Lying, are we?
a/n:
Aren't you lucky, 3 chapters in one day.
I must say the lack of reviews are making me paranoid. Is this just perfect and you wouldn't change a thing? or absolutely awful you've been left speechless. For me, the only bad criticism is NO criticism.