AMNESIA
Amazing Green Eyes
Moving into Stark tower was easy, considering I didn't have anything with me. So my "Moving In" consisted of me being shown my spacious white bedroom and me sitting down on the queen sized bed.
I studied the room critically, not really sure what else to do with my time. It was a nice room, matching the rest of the interior. The bed sat against the far wall from the door and there was a wardrobe to the right and a desk to the left, next to the desk was a door to an outside balcony. The carpet was a light grey colour and the walls were white with a grey-blue feature wall.
I sighed. It was obscure how my life went from being simple and ordinary to me housing the God Of Mischief, meeting the Avengers, was taken hostage by another god and am now living in Stark Tower. My house is gone. So is Loki. I knew I should call my parents, but what would I say to them? 'Oh, Hey, Mum, Dad…Guess what? I almost died this week!' Yeah, that'll go down great. They would demand that I go to Ireland and never leave the house again.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called nervously, my voice shook and suddenly it felt as if I were trapped inside my mind whilst someone else controlled me. The Alexis that was sitting on the bed was not I, it was a cowering, scared woman with no hope. A woman with blonde hair appeared in the frame, which I assumed to be Pepper, Tony's girlfriend.
"Hello, Alexis, was it?" she asked politely, habitually smoothing down her pencil skirt. My shell smiled at her and nodded.
"My name is Pepper Potts, it's a pleasure to meet you, though I am very sorry for every thing that's happened to you," he voice was filled with true remorse.
"It's fine, I'm surviving, that's the main thing," I told her, standing up. Pain shot through my body and I sucked in my breath, but refused to crumble.
"Well, I just thought I would introduce myself," she finished rather awkwardly and nodded.
"Thank you, Pepper," I replied. She nodded again and left the room. I sighed, wondering why she was so nervous.
I decided I really needed to have a shower; I was in need of it. I hesitated after taking a step, realizing I had no clothing, or idea where the bathroom was.
"Miss Chambers, would you like me to get some clothing for you?" a British male voice asked from nowhere.
"Argh!" I yelped and jumped, eyes shooting everywhere searching for the person.
"Excuse me, Miss Chambers, I am sure Mr Stark forgot to mention me, I am Jarvis, an artificial intelligence built into the system." I calmed down.
"Right…well, uh, yes, I would like some clothing. Could you also tell me where the bathroom is?" I asked shakily.
"Certainly, exit the room and to your right is another door which leads to the bathroom," Jarvis supplied. I nodded and exited the room.
The bathroom followed the same pristine colour scheme, not that I was surprised. What did surprise me however, was my reflection. My blue eyes were wide and my dark hair sat slightly messy. I was cleaned up thanks to the hospital visit, but I had not yet seen my wounds. A clean, straight scar swept across my cheek bone, though it was still red and sore, I had a burn scar just under my elbow, spread out like a blast and another on my left hand across my fingers and knuckles with a couple of flicks stretching further onto the back of the hand, both other them were red and angry but otherwise 'healed' in terms of scarring over. I clenched my teeth and raised the bottom of my shirt to reveal my abdomen in the mirror. This would was wrapped up, however. I undid the bandages and saw the horror that lie underneath. A thick, raised, red scar sat just to the right of my belly button, slightly lower. It had stitches but it was still horrific. I lowered my shirt. How had I gone from having virtually no scars to having four big ones? Oh, yeah, Tyr.
I stepped into the shower, being careful of my stab wound. I felt my muscles relax and I suddenly realized how tired I was. I turned off the steaming water and wrapped my towel around me.
Jarvis had placed my clothes on my bed for me. I slipped into the pyjamas provided, a black silk tank top and short shorts. Despite the still cool weather, which I enjoyed. I put the other clothes into the wardrobe, which also held a built in drawer. I tied my hair into a plait and fell into my bed, letting sleep finally take me away to dreams filled with fires, knives and amazing green eyes.
I was sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I had been for the past five hours when there was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said in something only slightly louder than a whisper. The door opened and Tony came in.
"Heya, sunshine. Look, I hate to disturb you from something as interesting as my ceilings, but really, I am taking you out to dinner tonight with Pepper and I. This sulking around has really got to stop." I turned to look at him.
"Oh, this isn't sulking, this is me meditating, so I don't go crazy and try and find Tyr to kill him myself," I told him honestly in a monotone voice. He shifted feet but grinned at me.
"Okay, Lexi, well, get dressed, we're going out," he said, leaving no room for argument, then left the room quickly. I sighed and sat up. It had been about two weeks since the 'Tyr' incident. My scars were turning out to be quite the eye catchers. So I had taken to wearing long sleeve tops if ever I had to go out for some reason, which was once to go sort out business with me no longer having a home, thus no bills etc.
I changed into a long sleeved dark blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. The only scar that was visible was the one on my cheek. I mainly covered that by wearing my hair down.
I left the sanctuary of my room to go find Tony and Pepper. They were waiting in the open bar area having a light conversation.
"Hey, Alex," Pepper said once she spotted me. She didn't really get the 'Lexi' thing and would occasionally slip and just call me Alex.
"Hey, guys, so where are we going?"
"Oh, just an Italian place I found a couple weeks ago, you like Italian right?" Tony asked as a last minute query.
"Yeah," I told him. Before long, we were driving in one of Tony's expensive cars.
When we got to the restaurant, I felt immediately underdressed, I hadn't even noticed how Tony and Pepper dressed up. I sighed to myself and just decided that I didn't care much anyway. After about half an hour through I couldn't take it anymore, Tony and Pepper kept giving each other glances then looking to the door, an entire silent conversation was passing right over my head. I felt less like a friend they were taking out to dinner and more like a sulking teenager, with her parents trying to get her out of her shell.
"Okay, guys, what's going on?" I asked finally, setting down my knife and fork after only eating a small portion of my meal.
"What do you mean? Nothing's-" Tony began nonchalantly before Pepper whacked him on the arm and gave a meaningful nod towards the door. I turned to see what they were looking at.
Thor stood just meters away from us. He looked at me carefully, measuring the scar on my face that was revealed when I turned.
"Thor," I said in greeting. My eyes couldn't help but wander to see if the person I really wanted to see was anywhere near. Though, it seemed Thor came alone.
"Alexis, How do you fair?" he asked in a quieter version of his rich voice.
"I'm fine Thor. Have a seat and tell me why you're here, as these two already seem to know." Thor sat down at our table and looked at my barely touched plate of food, but wisely said nothing.
"Alexis, I came to see how you were after everything that happened with Tyr," he told me, placing his large hands on the table and lacing his fingers into a ball.
"I told you, Thor. I'm fine," I lied. He looked uncertain for a moment but slowly nodded, even though I knew he didn't believe me.
"Loki has been wondering about you…"
"Oh, has he?" I asked bitterly, staring down at the table, so he wouldn't see the sadness in my eyes.
"Yes, he is concerned for your health," Thor said slowly.
"Is that why you're here and he is not? He doesn't want to see my scars?" My eyes shot to his, our eyes a similar blue, though mine were filled with far more anger and disgust with myself.
"No, I am here, because he cannot be."
"Why can't he be here, Thor?" I asked him demandingly. Then, Thor smiled.
"Because, people would be in a panic if he were to walk into this establishment, so he is kindly waiting outside." I barely let him finish the sentence before I was out of my seat and rushing towards the door. Thor's deep, rumbling laughter trailing behind me.
I pushed open the doors and relished the cold night air. I turned and did a half jog to the alley that ran along side the building, and that was where I found him, in brilliant, tailored Asgardian clothes in his signature green, with his black hair slicked back and a smirk on his sharp featured face. I rushed over to him and threw my arms around his neck, not quite understanding the strong emotions that fluttered in my chest upon seeing him. His cold hands slipped around my waist and held me close to him.
"Oh, Loki…" I mumbled into his shoulder. He simply held me for a few moments then withdrew. A confused, but ultimately happy, smile was on his face.
"Lexi, it's good to see you," he said in his low velvety voice, he put his hands behind his back and tilted his head, taking the image of me in.
"It's good to see you too," I returned, slightly awkward now. He sighed and stepped forward, his hand reached out and stroked my cheek; I leant into it and sighed also.
"That scar is becoming on you," he whispered. I smiled at him; any scar I got was worth it if his reaction was like this.
"Is he taken care of Loki?" I asked softly, trusting that he has, but I had to hear it for myself. Loki sent me a smile that sent shivers down my spine, and not the good kind.
"Oh, yes, he has." This was his only reply on the matter and I was more than happy with it.
"What happens now?" I asked nervously. Loki sighed again and dropped his hand.
"I must go back to Asgard," he said hesitantly, placing his hand back behind his back.
"You wont be coming back, will you?"
"No, Alexis, I don't think so," he told me, carefully masking whatever feelings he may be having.
"Well," I coughed, clearing my closing throat, "Well, it'll be good to be back home," I finished. He nodded slowly.
"Well, this looks like goodbye," he said softly, looking away from my face. I stepped up close to him, unsure of what to say. I looked into his green eyes in the dim light of the alley and found I didn't need to say anything as his sweet, cool lips were on mine in a second, sending shivers and shocks through my entire body. His hand found my hair while the other found my waist. My own hands snaked around his behind his neck. The kiss was magic, the cold sensation was bliss and I felt my heart dance with every tiny movement of our lips together. Eventually we parted, both of us panting slightly. He looked at me one last time before bowing low at the waist and disappearing. My knees crashed to the floor and I sat like that until they eventually found me, staring off into space, with a blush on my cheeks and smile on my face, with sadness in my eyes.
I find I didn't believe him, one day he and I would meet again. I stood and followed Tony and Pepper back to their place. Readying myself for my patient wait.
A/N: Oh, my god this was a pleasure to write, but now I must go and do some research for the continuation of the story! Please review :D