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...
The rip in your skirt and slight disheveled look gave it away to Fury who was the last to catch on. "Are you always horny??" He sighs out.
"Yes," you click your fingers at him as the group snickers.
"Was he worth it?" Loki mumbles making you turn to him. Each person made something along the lines of a subtle shocked Pikachu face.
"What?"
"Risking the whole operation for simple meaningless sex?" his dark eyes lifted to yours.
"I didn't risk the whole operation-"
"You very well did, were we not 3 hours behind schedule? Were we not nearly exposed when you went galivanting like an idiot to that museum?" his snarl coursed through your veins likes lines of ice. "Must you always kneel to unworthy men and bed them for their trust instead of using your head??"
"Unworthy?? What? You think you're worthy to sleep with me?" You scoff as he grabbed your arm.
"I don't wish to bed you, I don't wish to appeal to such primitive nature, I wish for you to stop parading around like a bloody harlot!" Loki's breathing deepened.
Silence. Tense and painful.
"The funny thing about words is that no matter how posh they sound, they mean the same thing," snatching your arm out his hold you button your jacket up. "You can try and sound as princely as possible, but at the end of the day, they mean the same... Harlot, slut, whore, all the same thing," you push past his regretful figure.
"Y/n-"
"I don't need your petty apology, I know you meant what you said," you look to the others and sigh, knowing the scene had unraveled to the somewhat public eye. "Afternoon," that was the last you said before walking away.
A small crunching was heard, chewing and then a loud slurp. "Seriously?" Loki growled to Anna who was eating her Happy Meal.
"I was hungry!" she said with a full mouth.
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Burning was felt down your puffed cheeks, each stream feeling like daggers you wished to never unsheathe. Grasping at your neck with a shuddered sigh, it ran up along your hair and tussled it around.
The frustration filling your being was overwhelming; had Loki not said you were none of what Mathew had described you as? Had he not ruled those out as lies? Then why had he said such things?
Every word he snarled, you heard a smidge of Mathew in it, words driving into healing wounds and opening them back up.
A small creak filled the silence, drowning out the sniffles you tried to force back. "Y/n,"
"Fuck off, I don't want to talk to you," you stand up and wipe away any stinging makeup smudge.
"Please, I didn't mean-"
"What you said? That's rich, real rich," gliding to your book shelf you grab a book at throw it at him. "Get out!"
"Y/n-" he caught the book and dropped it on your desk. "Listen to me, please,"
"I said get out, so do it before I let a bullet bury itself in between your eyes," throwing more and more novels, he caught each one, stepping closer.
"You wouldn't, I know,"
"Don't test me," your reddened eyes made his guilt rise up, tears threatening the barriers of his eyes.
"You won't," now placed on your shoulder, his hand held you tight only for you to spin away and grab your gun. The cold metal made no shiver against his skin.
"Don't fucking test me, Loki," he made no move to back away making your breath hitch and kick him back. It moved him no more than a few feet but the cocking of the gun made him hold up his hands.
"You won't do it, you're not like that,"
"Watch me," hesitancy was seen on both ends, but the bullet was shot... he was right, you couldn't kill him, but injuring him was the other option. He grasped onto the wound in his shoulder, blood pooling through his shirt.
Maybe betrayal or shock was written on his face but you had no time to process it when the group rushed into the room, Thor catching Loki's figure. No Midgard bullet could cause this... but you soon realized what gun you had taken.
Made to drain power and severely injure beings like aliens, titans... gods.
A normal bullet would have only made him flinch and wince in pain but this carved bullet, it truly hurt him, something that could have pulled him to the brink of death if shot anywhere near a vital organ.
"Shit," Anna rushed over and checked the rounds. "Special bullets, these buggers will really hurt him,"
Bruce understood and got Thor to help Loki out the room, the god fighting to stay awake and not pass out from shock or the power draining.
"Get out," you growl before Wanda could make a move towards you.
~~~
Days passed and Anna informed you more often about his recovery. The case was solved, your help being provided from the comfort of your room. As Hydra failed to reply, give any announcement of surrender, you knew they were planning revenge.
But you didn't care, you needed to leave, get back to work. You had taken over Ashford's Network easily once Fury let you have your way with the criminal. He was sweet talking you through it all, trying to manipulate you for your mercy but you shut him up once he brought up your somewhat special night— the night it all went to shit.
Things were packed and Anna said her farewell's as you left the tower without a glance nor word to the team.
This hurt him more than the bullet, your lack of goodbye to him, the fact he wasn't able to fix this mess. When Thor told him, he shut the door in the thunder blonde's face, his icy form turning over.
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