The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 88: Heartbreaker..

Loki ended up showing Sam to my room, considering there were no other bedrooms left. Most of the rooms had some sort of technology, science, or just random shit inside. I'd still have to figure out where everyone would sleep. I mean, obviously I'm sleeping in the bed either way. I'm not sleeping on the floor. I can't sleep on the floor, I've been shot. That's my excuse.
"You finally got a cat?!" Sam asks, looking down at, well, Sam. Cat Sam.
When I was younger, back when it wasn't the twenty first century, I constantly asked my mother for a cat. I asked my father, too. I'm going to ignore that last part. I'm just going to delete my father from the picture, even though it's hard. It's only hard because the memories of when I was younger, and we were still a family, were in my head now. He did, at one point, love me. He showed it, too.
Anyways, the cat thing. I constantly begged for a cat, because I thought they were the cutest thing ever. All of my friends had some sort of pet. I mean, I didn't have a lot of friends, but all of them had either a cat or a dog. I just wanted a cat, though. The only reason I couldn't get a cat was because my aunt was allergic, and she would come to my house very often. I used to think it was so stupid that that's the reason why we couldn't get a cat. I think it was just because my mother couldn't handle a cat, especially with Sam being so young at the time. Gosh, he annoyed her so much at times.

"Yeah, I did." I smile.
"God, you used to beg for a cat every single day of your life. You annoyed mom so much because of it." He chuckles, petting the cat.
"I annoyed her? You were the reason we couldn't get a cat." I claim.
"No, Aunt Sherry was just allergic to cats!"
"You believe that? Grandpa used to talk about how they had a cat when Mama and Aunt Sherry were kids!"
"Then she just developed the allergy!"
"How?" I chuckle.
"I dunno, she got pretty old." He says, jokingly, and I can't help but laugh. I assume Loki knows what we're talking about, considering he's seen all of my memories. I mean, he was trying his best not to laugh at this conversation. Soon, Sam is laughing at what he said himself. God, it's been so long since I've heard him laugh. Or even speak. I haven't had a real conversation with him for years. I missed him more than I admitted it.
"Well, what's the cats name?" Sam asks.
"Uh, well you see, I didn't know you were alive...so, I kind of named the cat Sam.." I tell him.
"That is so touching." Sam says, sarcastically, placing a hand to his heart.
"Oh, shut up," I chuckle, "We can call him Samuel instead."
"Oh, don't do that to the poor cat. Don't name him Samuel."
"Why not?"
"Who names a cat Samuel? The poor cat." He laughs.
"Then what should we call him?" I ask both Loki and Sam.
Loki shrugs, clearly amused by this conversation.
"We should call him Lil S." Sam suggests.
"Absolutely not!" I laugh, throwing a pillow at him. It didn't do much, considering it was a weak throw.
"Why not? It better than Samuel!"
"Your full name is Samuel, you dumbass!"
"But you don't go around calling me that!"
I roll my eyes, just laughing. He doesn't want me to name the cat Samuel, but he wants the cat to be called Lil S? I forgot how stupid he could really be.
"Loki, name the cat." I demand. Sam wasn't gonna name him, that's for sure.
"Me?" Loki asks.
"Yes, unless you want to name the poor cat Lil S." I say, trying my best not to laugh at how ridiculous this was.
Loki shrugs, "Perhaps just call him Sammy."
"That is so much better than Lil S. Thank you." I say, chuckling.
"Oh, come on. Lil S is perfect for him." Sam suggests.
"It really isn't." I inform him.
"Fine, you could call him Sammy. I'm calling him Lil S." He tells me.
"Go ahead, he's not going to come to that name."
"Fine. Come on, Lil S, let's go raid whatever-his-name-is's fridge." Sam says, motioning for Sammy to follow him. Okay, what the fuck. Why is he actually following him.
"Sam, don't teach him to come to Lil S!"
"Hey, he didn't choose Lil S. The name Lil S chose him." He says, opening the door for Sammy to walk out.
"Me and Lil S are getting food now." He chuckles.
"Fine by me, have fun getting lost."
"Pfft. I'm not going to get lost." He says, closing the door behind him.
I look over to Loki, as he looks over to me.
"He's going to get lost, right?" Loki asks.
"Yes, most definitely. There's no way he won't get lost. He's an idiot." I chuckle.
Loki grins, and comes over to sit down on the side of my bed. I was relieved to finally be laying in my own bed again. First it was the cell for a bit over a month, and then the hospital bed. It was so uncomfortable.
Now, though, I've got my own pillows and blankets back. And my sock monkey. I have my sock monkey back, too.
"So," Loki begins, "You really do remember everything?"
I smile, nodding, "Yeah, everything."
Of course that's a good thing, but it's also harder. First of all, I remember everything from my childhood. Including my father loving me, so it'd be hard to face him again. Second of all, there were so many things I wanted to forget. I wanted to forget my mother's death, and my brother being shot in the neck, almost dead. I wanted to forget the torture and the suffering, too, because it hurts to remember it.
"I suppose it does have its down sides." Loki says, as if he could read my mind. Well, he can.
"It sucks to remember everything. It's much harder than I thought it'd be."
"How so?" Loki asks, probably knowing what I'm going to say, but he wants to talk to me.
"My father did love me, at one point. I remember him loving me. How am I supposed to face him again? I mean, what happens if I have to kill him?"
Loki shakes his head, "I don't believe it'll come to that."
"But as long as he lives, he could get in my head."
Why hasn't he gotten in my head yet? Sure, he's being held with much better security, but if he makes me go winter soldier mode, I might be told by him to get him out.
"Has he, yet?" Loki asks.
"If he had, I think you'd be getting choked to death right now." I say, sarcastically.
"Yes, I do believe that has almost happened before."
"I just don't understand why he hasn't said those stupid words yet. What could he be waiting for?"
Loki sighs, shrugging.
"Perhaps he knows you're injured, and wouldn't be able to do much for him."
"Hey, I could still do things." I joke.
"You made me carry you back to this place because you couldn't." Loki says, looking me dead in the eye, pretending to be serious. A smile slowly trickles across his face, though.
"Fine, I can't do much right now, but what happens when I'm healed?"
"That is unknown. We can't know until it happens."
I nod, now thinking of the endless possibilities as to what can happen.
"I wouldn't worry about it now. You'll be alright." He reassures.
"Mhm." I mutter, silently. I would be thinking about it all night. I'll be up all night, worrying that I might hurt Loki or Sam.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and then it opens.
At the doorway stood Tony and Sam. And Sammy, of course.
"Control your bother, would you?" Tony says, sarcastically.
"Come on, man, I was just getting some food." Sam claims, holding Sammy in his arms.
"You were trying to bring almost everything with you into this room!"
"So?"
"You can't do that, kid."
"Nobody told me that." Sam says, trying not to laugh at this stupid conversation.
"Well, you've been told now. Don't take everything from the fridge." Tony says, leaving and closing the door behind him.
Sam puts Sammy, or Lil S, on the floor, and then reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out a small package of PopTarts. I don't even know how he fit that in his pocket.
"Thor's gonna be pissed." I chuckle, leaning my head back on my pillow.
"Which one's Thor?" Sam asks, unwrapping the packaging.
"The blonde one with a hammer." I answer.
"Oh, that one. Why would he be pissed?"
"Those are his PopTarts."
Sam looks at the wrapping, sarcastically, pretending to examine it.
"I don't see his name on it." He chuckles.
I rolls my eyes, jokingly. I'm trying my best not to laugh too much, because it hurts. It hurt to laugh. You know, the bullet thing.
"So," Sam says, taking a bite into the PopTart, "Where do I sleep?" He asks.
I haven't really figured this one out yet.
"Let me guess," Sam starts, "The floor?"
"Why would you assume you're sleeping on the floor?" I chuckle, wincing at the same time.
"Oh, come on," he says, motioning at Loki and I, "Isn't it obvious?" He asks.
I shrug.
"He's clearly not sleeping on the floor, he's probably sleeping in the bed with you." Sam says.
I assumed that's what would happen, but I didn't think he'd basically volunteer to sleep on the floor.
I look over at the clock, and it's nearly 10pm.
Sam goes to turn off the lights, considering it's late, and sits down on the blankets that are on the floor.
"Better watch out, dude," Sam begins, "She's a heartbreaker. She kicked a kid in the places you don't wanna be kicked once, all because he asked her out."
"Sam, I was 10!" I exclaim.
"Heartbreak begins at a young age." He says, pretending to be disappointed.
"Oh, shut up." I whisper.
Loki smiles, probably happy to know that I'm remembering these things. He probably knew these things the entire time I've been around him.
"Just watch out, man, that's all I'm saying." Sam jokes at Loki.
"Go to sleep!" I exclaim, trying not to laugh.
"Fine, fine." He says, wrapping the blankets, that were still on the floor, around him.
"Goodnight heartbreaker." Sam says, leaning his head against the small pillow.
"Sam, I swear to God." I chuckle, quietly.
Loki walks around to the other side of the bed, and gets under the blankets. He and Sam were already in pajamas.
I lean my head against his shoulder, trying not to move to much because of the pain. I still had to sleep on my back.
I could somehow tell that he's smiling a bit without even looking at him, as he carefully wraps his arm around me.
I missed this place.