Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
Sitting down on the bed and stripping yourself of the ruined garments, once Peter left, you look at the gaping wound. Shit.
A knock at the door made you sigh and answer. "Come in!"
"Y/n," Loki walks in only to avert his eyes as you turn to him with a raised brow.
"What?"
"Uhm, sorry, I didn't know-"
"You're over a thousand years old and can't handle seeing a woman half naked? Are you that much of a virgin?" You walk to the mirror by your closet.
"I beg your pardon?" he growls, snapping his blushed faced to you. "I just respect your privacy,"
"If I wanted privacy I wouldn't have said come in while in my underwear," you walk to the bathroom, water spewing into the bath.
"Yes.. I suppose," he coughs and tips back and forth.
"What do you want?" you groan, the clear tub now tainted with rouge, undergarments soaking in the water.
"To help you heal," he mumbles, walking into the bathroom with his eyes closed.
"You're adorable," snickering, his eyes slowly peek open. "Go ahead," you lay back, the stream stopping when the knob twisted.
Loki moves forward and bends down, his suit jacket being placed aside as he rolled back his sleeves. Dipping his hand into the warm water, a soft glow of green left his finger tips, each one attaching onto a side of the wound and pulling it closed.
Wincing in pain at the process, his other hand held yours. He seemed too focused on the healing rather than his actions. You watched the gloss bounce off his eyes, each one dazzling like a glimmering star in his iris'.
"Biggest one is done," the magic flowed with his movements onto your upper arm where the pain seemed less intense though your hold never loosened. Resting your head back, each sting was held back with a bite to your lower lip.
"Done yet?"
"Hush, this isn't a quick process," he quiets you down as he started to heal the bruises simply. "To what quarrel would cause him to want to harm you?"
"Mathew? Where do I start?" you scoff, letting go of Loki and running a wet hand through your messed up hair. "Money, power, connections; he saw what I had and grew more in love with me to gain that power," dancing your fingers along the surface of the water, each ripple making you smile, you carry on. "When we dated I could see him trying to turn people against me... so I got him locked up, and I guess he wants revenge with Hydra's help,"
"I'm sorry,"
"For?"
"Love isn't easy, I have had my fair share of greedy suitors wanting the throne and... I can relate to the heartache of it all," Loki lifted his fingers and held the cut on your face, his thumb fixing the other pained areas.
"Obviously you've dealt with more of these types than me," smiling softly at him, his eyes meet yours.
"I have, but know that not everyone is like that," he stands up, a green towel appearing to dry his hands. "Come on,"
"I'll stay here..."
"In the bathtub?"
"Helps me think," you shoo him away, Loki rolls his eyes and leaves until you speak up again. "Thank you, Loki,"
"You're welcome, Y/n," the moment he left, the door closing behind him, you sunk further into the tub and let the bloody water roll over your head. Holding your breath tight, eyes shut in anger, your mind raced with thoughts.
Revenge, hurt, anger... that's all you got until Loki's words flooded into your mind.
Not everyone is like that.
Letting yourself surface for air, your intervening strands of hair clouded your gaze as the increase in pulse was too obvious. A small knock and Anna walked in with a glass of whiskey.
"For your sorrows... anything else?"
"This is fine, thank you," she left without another word as you sipped quietly, the burn of alcohol straining your neck.
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Strutting down the hall in a new suit and hair perfectly done, you pass the Avengers who ate breakfast. "Good morning?"
"It's about to be!~" You sing happily, grabbing the bag Anna held out for you. "Give me... a while,"
"Should we be concerned?" Bucky looked to Anna who nods with a small smile. "Should we follow her?"
"Do you have a strong gut? Cause this will get bloody,"
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"Mathew!~" You slam open the door to see him jolt up in the metal chair.
"Y/n," he groans, recounting the memories of last night with a scowl.
"Isn't it obvious? You'll never win," Bag of horror is what all your escaping victims whispered about on the streets. Of course they were let out... last memories of you standing over them wearing and apron and mask. "Scared?"
"Hardly, sugar bear,"
"I can hear your heart pounding, baby, your body fails your words yet again," snapping open the bag you take out a saw along with other tools.
"Whatever you want from me, you won't get,"
"Oh, sweetheart, I don't want anything from you! Except... the sound of you pleading for mercy," slipping on the apron and tying it back you hold your mask up. "You always had a mask kink,"
"And you have praise kink,"
"Then one of us will get what we want,"
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Oop- torture scene next chapter because I said so 😌 (but read the A/N at the top of you don't like stuff like that)
