Burning Stars | Loki x Reader |

2- Meeting the Avengers

Author's note: That's how I image the specific eyes ^^. Not my art, found it on Pinterest (none of the art or pictures I'll use will be mine). And, obviously the skin color I don't have an opinion on because it's supposed to be how you look!? Also sorry for taking forever to update, so much happened in the past weeks I didn't find much time, sorry loves. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the next chapter and vote or comment, I'll love you for it. x Mill

"Emotions and fears can only find a hiding for so long."

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Taking a sharp breath, you steadily sat up opening your bloodshot, febrile eyes. 

There was a dense burning in the air that surrounded your eyes. This happened often. Conventionally occurring when you felt a strong set of emotions. At this moment the flames consisted of, curious and afraid.

Present was an unsettling pressure in your heart with the short movement you had taken. It was uncomfortable. The muscles and bones throughout your body had been practically numbed from exhaustion. 

You noticed a thick charcoaled dust covered your entire body. It was ashes. Presumably, from the building's fires.

Looking around, there were few things accompanying the white oval room you were in. A single mattress placed upon a rawboned plastic frame, in which you were leaning against, and a matching plastic chair and coffee table set. Around the outline of the room was a large glass frame. One used for keeping someone in.

Placed upon the coffee table was a fold of clothing and tennis shoes. A selection of a white crewneck, nylon gray joggers, and a matching white head band. The tennis shoes joined the theme, and were white as well.

You swiftly changed into the clothes, regardless the uncertainty of your state. The kindled clothing that barely covered your body had become extremely uncomfortable.

"Great, this is what I get for taking down a HYDRA compound" you mumbled, remarking your situation, not particularly to anyone. The thought had crossed your mind, whoever had held you could be a bad guy. You believed it was unlikely though, considering how nice the room was, at the minimum of your previous cell. Hence, the calm disposition you displayed.

"If you plan on doing the same to this place I recommend not attracting so much attention." a brunette man said arrogantly, walking in front of the glass before you. He'd distinctly been referring to the previous day's incident. 

"Don't plan on it" you say, watching him carefully. You recognized the man almost instantly from the pitches and curves that made up his voice. A topic you had been very educated on, Tony Stark.

It relieved you, stage einer worked. Meaning it was time for the next stage, stage zwei. Which was predominantly going to be demanding, both mentally and physically. Unknowingly, it was going to be entirely emotionally as well.

"What's wrong with attracting attention?" knowing it was better to not annoy the people holding you, in yet another, cell, you were still curious as to why Tony Stark didn't want to attract attention.

"Hate to brake it to you but, you're a liability kid. We all read those files," he said, motioning to the three men walking in the room, to stand beside him.

You were about to protest, but refrained as your eyes grew wide recognizing the men. You mumbled "Shit" under your breath.

Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. Robert Bruce Banner. 

"What files" you continued, in less of a question tone but more of a behest. You wanted to know what they knew about you. 

"For one, you did a good job barbequing most of them" Tony Stark started, "But- second, there's some serious shit HYDRA had on you."