The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 70: Wakanda..

I stare up at the ceiling above me, trying to think. The whole roof idea didn't help at all, I didn't remember anything. But what I did know, because of Steve, was that my task was to hurt the ones I love most. Why would that be a task? Why would I go to Loki first? Oh, God, was Steve right? He couldn't be right, honestly. But, then again, me literally losing control of myself proves otherwise.
"Did you hear me?" I hear, forgetting Loki was right next to me. I have no idea what he had said, if he said anything at all. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings.
"What?" I ask, continuing to concentrate on the ceiling. If I was looking around everywhere, I couldn't think. I had to be focused.
"I asked if you were alright." Loki states, now staring at the ceiling as well.
"Oh, yeah. I'm great." I lie.
"So, you're just staring at a ceiling?"
"Yup."
He stays silent for a few moments, unsure of what else to say. I preferred silence right now, but he liked to talk.
"Is there something interesting about this ceiling?" He asks, confused as to why I'd just be staring at a ceiling, for no particular reason.
"Nope. It's just a ceiling." I say, and can't help but chuckle a bit.
"Then why are you staring at it?"
"I'm thinking." I finally answer.
"About what?" He asks, curious.
I didn't want to tell him that I was honestly thinking about him, that'd be weird. I'm trying to understand if Steve is really correct about what's going on. But then again, if I told him what I was actually thinking about, or at least twisted it up a bit, he would tell me if I actually did say anything to him.
"You." I answer.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him turn over to face me.
"Me? Why me?" He asks, and I can see he's blushing.
His face lights up, too. Why did that make me want to smile?
"I still don't know why I'd hurt you, out of all the people in the tower. Based off of the security tapes, I only wanted to hurt you, and everyone else I hurt was just in my way of getting to you." I lie. It's a little white lie, okay? It's not like I'm really lying to him, though. Maybe Steve was joking.
"I see, I don't know either." He says, as his face falls a bit. I know he heard something from me, though. I didn't have to read his mind, and I wouldn't. It was so easy to tell whether he was lying or not. Maybe he heard what Steve said, or Steve was lying. Sure, Steve didn't strike me as the type of guy to lie, but who knows?
"I don't think anybody would have heard what my father said, either. He was putting the words inside my head, and nobody else could hear it." I tell him.
"That is quite odd." Loki states, looking back up at the ceiling. His face literally told me that he wanted to tell me something, but he was hiding it.
"I wish I could remember." I mutter, secretly trying to get him to tell me.
I could honestly be totally wrong about this, too. But, I don't think I am.
"Perhaps you will." Loki claims.
I can always ask him to read my memories, like he had twice before. But, I didn't want to relive anything today. I still had all of the terrible memories that came back to me, through nightmares.
"Maybe." I say.
And suddenly, out of no where, the door bursts open. So much for thinking..
"Pack your bags, we're going to Wakanda." Tony says, nearly knocking his own door down.
"What the hell is Wakanda?" I ask, sitting up.
"It's a place. Use your head, Adams." He says.
"Why are we going there?"
"Wakanda has the technology to help you."
And that caught my ear. I needed to go to Wakanda. Could I really be helped? I mean, I think I remember Peter saying they helped Bucky. This could be perfect.
"Then, I guess, I'll get packing." I say, immediately standing up.
But then I think of something, that Tony won't even mention.
"Wait." I say, before Tony leaves. He turns around to face me.
"What?"
"He can come with us?" I ask, pointing to Loki.
Tony sighs, "Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm in a joking mood?" I ask him.
"Can he even stand up?"
"Sure he can." I lie. I could always help him.
Loki looks over to me, and widens his eyes. He honestly couldn't stand on his own, so he was clearly terrified of what Tony would say next.
"Then show me. Show me he could stand up." Tony says, crossing his arms, as he leans against the doorway.
Shit.
I look over to Loki, who was desperate to stand up. So, he tried. It was clear he didn't want to be left all alone here. And I didn't want him to be alone, either.
Once I see that he can't exactly stand up in his own, I sneakily make him stand with my powers. Telekinesis can do some pretty nice things, including keeping someone standing straight.
Loki looks to me, confused as hell.
"I could see what you're doing, I'm not an idiot." Tony says.
"I don't know what you're talking about, he's clearly standing." I say, trying not to laugh. I just really wanted him to come with me.
"I'm not blind, Adams."
"I can see that." Pun intended.
Tony rolls his eyes, clearly not wanting to put up with this.
"Fine, whatever. Just don't let him kill anyone in Wakanda, that'd look really bad for us." He says, walking away.
"Thank God." I say, letting out a sigh of relief. As I do, I somehow forget I'm the only thing keeping Loki standing. And, you know, I kind of stopped using the power on accident.
So, yeah, he's about to fall.
He tries to keep him self standing, but soon stumbles over.
"Oh, shit." I say, catching him.
"How generous of you to drop me." He jokes.
"I got distracted." I say, trying to make an excuse for almost letting him fall.
I help him up, and sit him back down on the bed.
"So, how will I actually walk in Wakanda?" Loki asks.
Well, shit, I should've thought this through.
"Um..." I say, trying to think of something quickly.
He'd have to deal with the pain, if he wanted to walk in Wakanda. Yeah, I know he could barely stand up because of the pain, but miracles can happen! Right? I sound like a bitch right now, for saying he'd just have to deal with the pain, but I wasn't kidding. He doesn't want to be alone, and I have to go to Wakanda. So, we'd both have to go.
"You didn't think this through, did you?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"No. No, I didn't. But, I'll figure it out." I tell him, finding a suitcase in the closet.
I pull out the suitcase, and open it. It wasn't that big, but I didn't have much to pack anyways.
All I needed was some clothing, and other necessities. There was another suitcase in the closet, too. Loki could use that one.
As I reach for a shirt, something falls. Except, nothing fell from the closet. Whatever it was, it fell off of me.
I look down at the dark closet floor, and search around for what could have fell.
And then I find it. It was a cheapish silver ring. The one Loki got for me -well, I bought it- at the mall. I didn't even realize I was still wearing it, all this time. I'd just forgotten it was there, and never took it off.
I don't know how I forgot about it, though, now that I think about it. Whenever I'm nervous, I'm picking at the ring. Honestly, how did I not notice that I never took it off?
I put the ring back on my finger, and go back to stuffing clothing into my suitcase.
I'd probably have to pack up the little clothes that Loki had. He can't even stand by himself, of course I'm going to.
...
As I hold on suitcase in my hand, Loki sits on his, holding on as tight as possible. If he couldn't walk, he'd float. It was actually pretty hilarious. And cute.
Hilarious and cute.
He was terrified, though. He didn't want to fall of. Hell, he didn't want Thor to push him off. I wasn't keeping him in the air moving, I was keeping the suitcase up in the air and moving. He was just sitting on it, so he wouldn't have to walk.
"You've gotta be joking." Tony mutters, as we board this weird looking ship thing.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" I ask him, containing the urge to laugh at Loki.
"I guess not." He says, walking to the front of the ship thingy. I have no idea what to call it, but a ship thingy.
The technology was insane.
I place down the suitcases, and Loki. I help him to sit down on an actual seat, so he wouldn't go flying everywhere as soon as we took off.
Besides Loki, Bucky sat next to me as well.
"They'll help you," Bucky begins, "They helped me."
...
When we arrived, it was nearly 10pm. I wasn't that hungry, though. I'd eaten something before I boarded the ship thingy.
Once again, I let Loki sit on the suitcase, and I let the suitcase float in the air. He was still terrified.
"You have a lot of trust in that suitcase, brother." Thor says, walking past him.
The back of the ship thingy opens, and we all leave the ship. As soon as I walked out, I felt at some sort of peace. I already knew this place could help me, in some way, based off of what I was seeing. It seemed so beautiful and peaceful.
"Welcome to Wakanda." I hear an unfamiliar voice say, as we step to the ground.
"We have not met before," he says, referring to me and Loki, "You can call me T'Challa."
I smile, a bit, but I still had no idea who he was.
"My name's Sarah." I mutter.
"I hear you're friends with the white wolf. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Who the fuck is "the white wolf."
Who calls themselves a white wolf?
Oh, shit, he's talking about Bucky. I'm not even going to lie, that's hilarious. It really is.
"Great to meet you too." I say.
I didn't like meeting new people. I don't know why, I just don't. Sure, I was fine with meeting Loki. But even with the Avengers, it was awkward at first.
"We will do the best we can to help you. Come, you all must need rest." He says, motioning for us all to follow him.
...
Loki had no choice but to share a room with me. If he'd had his own, he'd never be able to get up again. Not yet, at least.
Everybody else had their own room, though. There was enough for everybody to have their own.
I place down the suitcase, and Loki, on the bed, and drop my suitcase on the floor.
It was beautiful here. There was this huge glass window, rather than a wall, on one side of the room. I could see all of Wakanda from up here.
To make things better, this room had its own bathroom.
I unzip my suitcase, grab a pair of sweat pants and a baggy tank top, and head over to the bathroom.

Quickly, I get changed and ready for bed. I was exhausted, especially after what happened today. I'm always exhausted after being controlled, though. It takes up a lot of energy.
Loki had somehow managed to change into a different pair of pants, but as I walked out he didn't have a shirt on.
"Shit, sorry." I say, turning around.
I saw a glimpse of his wound, though. And it looked like it was healing just fine. I wouldn't know, though. I'm not a doctor.
I'm not even gonna lie though, he's pretty ripped. Like, he's got abs.
I shake that thought away from my head, and turn back around as he has a shirt on now.
Surprisingly, this time, there were two separate beds in this room. So, I got my own bed, as did Loki.
I flop onto the bed, and immediately turn the lights off with the flick of my wrist.
I could tell Loki was tired, too. He immediately lay back his head on the pillow. Or he just couldn't sit up anymore. I dunno, either way it'd make sense.
It wasn't too dark in the room, for the window brought in lights from the homes all around. Plus, there were still lights on everywhere in this building.
"I hope they could actually help me." I tell Loki, before he falls asleep.
"They can." He assures.
"But what if they can't?"
"The thing about hope is that first, you need to have faith. If you hope they could help you, you must have faith that they can." He explains.
I nod, taking in what he said. I guess he was right. I should have more faith that they could help me.
"Well, goodnight." Loki says.
"Goodnight." I say back, turning to my side, facing the side Loki was on.