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Chapter 4
"Hey, there's some movement near the dance floor, keep an eye open." came the voice in my ear-wig. I looked around, keeping my eyes trained for any strange movements. Suddenly, a glint of light caught my eye. "Duck!" I shouted, unknowingly, pulling Loki towards the ground as something whizzed above out heads. I turned around to see the object sticking out from a fellow guest's chest. It was a blade. I turned to the direction of which it was thrown from and saw our target, Thrain. "Guys, we've found him! The central staircase." I informed my team quickly before speeding after the runaway murderer. Grateful I had worn tights, I sprinted up the stairs, my hand collecting beams of light along the way. I forged some disc and threw them at the idiot, missing him by a hair's width. I cursed under my breath and cast a backward glance. My team was hurrying after me. We reached the roof of the building after an irritatingly long chase. I luckily managed to catch up fast enough to shoot another blow. It hit him in the arm and I gave a small whoop of joy when he threw back another one of his damned blades. This one hit my arm. I winced in pain, clamping my teeth together so hard that I must have bitten my gum as I tasted the salty metallic tang of blood. Loki had caught up to the murderer and had wrapped his hand around his neck. Thrain, did a backflip and kicked him in the head before tripping Natasha who was just behind him. He swiftly kicked the crap out of Bruce and Steve. Thor forgot his hammer, so he was pretty useless, apart from the fact that he was punched in the eye.
Tony had his suit on and he fired at the runaway. Thrain jumped off the building and disappeared at the same moment. "Stupid son of a-" "We lost him." Steve cut Tony off. I grimaced at his icy calm tone. We went back to base, a little battered from the running.
All gathered in the control room, we sulked in utter defeat. "Dammit, if you didn't have this teen on the team, we'd have gotten that rat easily. Also, Loki targeting him was the worst idea possible. You got everyone injured." Steve snarled, rubbing his forearm vainly, trying to soothe the red bruise. My eyes widened at that. The great Captain America was actually blaming the failure on his two least trusted team-mates. " Honestly, I think you should leave." Steve finished with a hard glare at Loki, his gaze cold and full of hatred. I felt my blood bubble inside me. "If he goes, I do too." I said bravely standing beside the last person I would expect to trust. Natasha looked at me as if I was crazy. "Well that settles our problems altogether." Steve commented smugly. "What are you saying?" Thor asked. I looked at my team, my chin raised. "Well everyone deserves a second chance. You can't just throw Loki out because of your distrust of him. I trust him enough to know that I can safely say he would protect me like a brother would for his sister. You bloody got your second chance when you were found inside that ice block. I was given a chance to live a normal life when Tony took me in without a second's hesitation. Loki deserves a second chance as much as anyone does. You're bloody stupid if you actually think throwing him out will help the situation." I said, frowning.
Everyone was quiet for a moment. Steve looked rather uncomfortable. "Look, the God stays and so does Heather." Fury interrupted. Thor nodded in agreement.
The back of my hand brushed that of Loki's. I froze, knowing Loki was not exactly fond of physical contact. I was about to pull away when I felt cold fingers wrap themselves around mine. I stole a glance at our interlaced fingers and smiled. Maybe Loki was not so terrible after all. Just misunderstood.
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