Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?Will she be ready to face the real her?
A/N: I am so so sorry I’m posting it so late and that this part is so short. I promise to post the next tomorrow morning or at the evening and I’ll try to make it much more interesting ♥ Please tell me what you think and Enjoy :3
“Wild.”, the two teenagers stood at the door of
the living room. They had come in the tower after midnight but the people had
been still parting hard. Peter and (Y/N) had spent some hours in Peter’s room
talking about their past and telling each other jokes until (Y/N) had fallen
asleep and Pete had moved her to her room.
“This will take ages to clean.”, the witch
complained while looking at the confetti, napkins, glasses, empty bottles on
the floor. There was even a spot on the carpet of wine and two others of whiskey
“Do not worry Mrs (Y/L/N) and Mr Parker. I
usually clean after the parties.”, a deep voice spoke from somewhere. It was
Jarvis. At the beginning (Y/N) always jumped at the sound but after some
weekends she got kind of used to it. Jarvis was like a friend to her, always
helping if had gotten lost or was searching for something.
“No, Jarvis. We will do it this time.”, (Y/N)
spoke and asked for some sacks where they could put all the rubbish.
“Yeah, it’s not a problem. Besides that, we’ll
spent some time together.”, as Peter said those words, both him and (Y/N)
blushed. Last night had changed their relationship. They were more confident
around each other, showed how much they admired the other. Yes, it sounded odd.
To change your attitude towards somebody just for five or six hours you had
spent together. That had surprised and scared our well-known little witch. The
past month was like the first years of a baby. She felt to so many things in
such a short period that it was hard for her to perceive what had happened.
Lately, she had decided just to feel everything rather than rationalizing it.
“I’ve wanted to ask you something since you
told us your story. But I’ve never felt comfortable with it…I-um…will it be
okay for you to talk about your scar?”, Peter questioned the girl as he put two
empty bottles of Jack Daniels in the sack. (Y/N) was slightly surprised by the
question. She had never thought somebody would be that interested in it.
“Yeah, go on.”
“Are you ashamed of it?”, the girl froze for a
moment. Why would he ask such a thing!? (Y/N) turned around looking at the boy.
She met his eyes and saw pure interest and soon regret as he saw her reaction,
“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have as-asked that. Forge-forget about it.”, Peter
stuttered and turn around shamefaced.
“No, no. It just surprised me. I don’t
understand why you would ask me that.”
“I’ve seen you covering it almost all the time
but simultaneously you don’t act as though you care if somebody will see it or
“Oh.”, she exclaimed, “No, I am not ashamed of
it.”, she stated and images of her scar appeared in her head. When she had been
still in Hydra, she had been allowed to use only one small mirror. Even with
it, she had never seen her scar before she had come in the tower. (Y/N) was
either too close to death to think about it, or busy with training and moaning
from the pain, “The first time I saw it was when I came here. I wasn’t used to
mirrors so the big one in my room did surprise me. At first I was passing by
but the girl inside me saw an opportunity to show and one day I stood in front
of it looking at me, my pale face that was slowly gaining its color, my pale
body because of never being exposed under the sun, at my scar that wasn’t
covered in blood. I saw myself whole and I did like every part of it. It made
me who I am. Even the scar. You may think I was shocked, disgusted, ashamed of
it but no. Well, maybe part of me felt sad but I was proud.”, at that time
Peter and (Y/N) had sat in the clean part of the sofa. Pete was listening to
her in awe. He was amazed by her words and the way she was talking about such a
thing that could had caused her nightmares. The girl, on the other hand, was
fully immersed in what she was saying. The events she was talking about
overwhelmed her letting her feel the same emotions as she had done then, “I am
proud of it because it tells my story and reveals who I am. It shows what I’ve
been though and that I survived. When I was chained and whiplashed, I felt
death. Deep inside I believed that every time was my last. That with the next
close of my eyes, the agony would stop. I wanted that, Peter!”, the girl looked
at him and he saw the broken in them. The previous night, when they were
together, before and after the kiss she was smiling, shining like a star and
lighting his way. Now, his star was quenched, “I was at the threshold of giving
up. But I didn’t and that’s why I am not ashamed of my scar. It shows how
strong I am and I will always be proud I managed to escape this peaceful trap I
got myself into.”
For a moment, the boy just stood there not able
to say anything. He had lost the ability to talk being too impressed. He had
thought he had problems, with his high school troubles and nightly adventures.
He was falling for her more and more with every second passing. He wasn’t able
to stop it and was happy about it.
“Am I interrupting something?”, somebody asked
all of a sudden causing the two teenagers, who were obviously sharing a moment,
to jump, “Oh, sorry kids, didn’t want to scare you.”
“Hey, Colson!”, Peter greeted the man in the
TV, “How are you?”
“Perfectly good. And by what I see around you,
it must have been a rough night, huh?”, the man laughed at his words. Although
he was used to seeing his favourite Avengers with hangovers the next morning,
he still found their state funny.
“Well, maybe. We weren’t here but for the two
of us it was definitely a night to remember.”, (Y/N) smiled and stood take a
bottle because it wasn’t letting her see the man.
“Be careful, kids!”, he warned them with a
smirk on his baby face, “I don’t want to become a grandpa.”
“You are just like Mr. Stark!”, Peter
“Is there something important, Mr. Colson?”,
the girl changed the subject as she wasn’t that comfortable with the previous
“I’ve sent some information about a case. Tell
Steve and Natasha to check it when they wake up.”, he informed the teenagers in
front of him and said a goodbye giving the excuse he was busy. Then the screen
went black and the ‘kids’, as Colson had referred to them, were once again
“You know what? I am tired and I want to take a
rest. Why don’t we leave this to the others?”, (Y/N) suggested as she put the
sack on the floor, “It will be a lesson for them to learn.”
“I agree with you.”
“I’ll be in my room.”, the girl announced
without letting Peter suggest a way to spent the time. She knew he would do so
and she would had gladly accepted but right now she had something in mind that
had to be done. Peter found her behavior odd but gave it to the exhausted
(Y/N) rushed towards her room and once she was
inside she turned the key. Something in Colson’s behavior had shown that there
was a secret he was keeping. The way he looked for a second towards here and
the fact that he gulped nervously was enough for her to understand that the
secret was about her. Something had happened and it involved her. She had to
know what and why.
“Jarvis, can I ask you for a favor?”, the girl
asked as she sat on her bed.
“Yes, my lady, how can I help you?”, his voice
echoed through the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath and then spoke
“Can you show me the file Mr. Colson have sent?”,
the girl begged that her will would be fulfilled.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. (Y/L/N), but it’s only for Mr.
Rogers and Mrs. Romanoff.”
“Jarvis, I need to know about that file. Nobody
would know that I have read it.”, the girl stood and looked at one of the camera
in the corner of the room. Tony assured her that only Jarvis could turn it on
if he thinks someone is in danger, “I will get it eventually but since we are
like friends, I am asking you polite. Please, show me the file.”, (Y/N) spoke
softly yet firmly. Jarvis, of course, protested for some minutes but finally
“Here, but only for a second.”, her laptop
shined and she saw a file being opened.
The girl sat on the chair and looked at the
screen. There were some photos and a document. She decided to first open the
photos and then the text explaining them. She clicked on them and the first one
made her heart skip a beat. Woods, dead bodies, blood…(Y/N) clicked again and
the photo changed. This one wasn’t taken from a distance like the other. It gave
a better view on what had happened. She saw a kid laying on the ground dead. He
had two, three, four, five holes in his body from bullets. The trees around the
body were burnt, the grass too. (Y/N) knew those blonde curls, now having a red
liquid in their ends, the pale face and the dark blue eyes that were looking at
her. Biting her lip she opened the next photos. There were three more children
and one boy around her age. Every one of them was surrounded by the damages
their powers had caused. The witch was aware what had happened without even
opening the file. However, she did it only to make sure she was wrong. Sadly,
her thoughts were real. These kids had been killed by Hydra agents two
kilometers away from the base where she had been kept. (Y/N) closed the laptop
and turned around on the chair. She positioned her elbows in her knees and
buried her head in her hands. Breathing in and out she tried to rationalize
what she had seen. Those children weren’t more than 12, except the boy who was
16. Some of them had marks on them with the famous symbol of Hydra. Just like
her, they had been marked no matter it was in a different way. She had to do
something, she wanted to. Through the tenth years she had spent in the base,
other kids had been coming, kidnapped from their parents. Some of them were
orphans but others weren’t. They had families, friends, people who loved and
adored them. And now? They were dead, lying on the woods where nobody could
find them. They were thrown away like rubbish, killed as though they had been
wild animals. Rage kept rising in (Y/N)’s body. She felt something that she
hadn’t experienced for a month. But this time she didn’t try to stop it.
Imagine Loki staying at Stark Tower aka Avengers Tower as part of his parole. After a few months of good behavior (well, good for Loki) he is allowed out of the tower by himself to go about the city. He takes to visiting Central Park everyday and befriends a pregnant feral female cat. He gives her food and treats; she gives him love, affection, and a non-biased ear. He helps the mother cat-to-be to find a secluded site for the births, a safe, warm spot for her “nest” after the babies arrive, and even attends to her when she brings her kittens into the world. Loki could not be more proud of the babies unless they were his own.
One morning a couple weeks after the kittens’ birth he arrives at the nest but only finds the kittens, which is unusual because their momma is always there waiting for the breakfast Loki brings her. After waiting a couple hours and she doesn’t show, he goes to look for her and finds her lifeless body in an illegal trap. With a heavy heart he buries the momma cat, swears vengeance then scoops the younglings up and whisks them away to his lodgings. Back in the Tower he asks JARVIS to order supplies necessary to feed the still nursing kittens and goes to retrieve it from the common room when the requested items are delivered.
Steve watches curiously as Loki unpacks the box to check the contents. As he is holding up one of the small baby bottles, Loki notices Steve’s interest and remarks with complete honesty and innocence, “What? It’s for my babies.” Shocked speechless, Steve’s eyes bug and his jaw drops. Suppressing his smile and laughter, Loki packs everything back in the box then returns to his quarters to feed his “babies”.
The first time Tony finds out about the kittens is also the first time he sees them and he automatically quips “Alright, who said what to upset Loki?”
When the kittens get older Loki starts to take them into the common room with him. They trail along behind with little tails and heads held high when he says “Come along, children” (he always refers to them as his “children”). Loki names the largest ginger furred kitten Thor and fusses at it for trying to steal its brothers’ and sisters’ food, he names the most vocal of the litter Anthony. Loki completely pampers and spoils the six little balls of fluff even reading them a story before naps and at night before bed.
Loki is the happiest he has been in a very long time. He feels so needed and wanted like never before.