✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 22

The greatest enemies were lovers first,
this is because love is infinitely more powerful than hate
People do not set fire to hell.
There's no sense in burning things already aflame.

No, we burn the things that once saved us
the ones who brought comfort, friendship,
when nothing else could.
We set matches to the safety that was taken from us,
We ignite them like roses set ablaze,
but the devastation is always worse,

Melora was lying in her bed, thinking. Even taking down her thoughts seemed like too much right now. Why did he have to come here in the first place?

"Knock, knock." She knew who it was from the voice, but she just hugged the old uniform tighter to her, curving her whole body around it. "You came from Asgard, right?"

She felt him sit down on the bed, breaching her space and making sure she couldn't turn away from this conversation. Melora pulled herself up against the headboard, sliding the collar of the jacket through her fingers, feeling the roughness of the old cloth.

"Sure did," she sighed, looking up at Steve and finding his eyes locked to the jacket.

"That's Bucky's," he stated, reaching out for it, and she slowly handed it to him, letting him slide his fingers over the patched in name and rank.

"It helps," she shrugged, standing up and starting to put the various seeds into her pockets. The pure seeds would be stronger than any plants she could grow from her limbs or dead plant matter. The amount of power required was also a lot less with the seeds, and it helped her fight longer when necessary.

"We're flying out in 10 minutes," Steve then said as he carefully put the jacket back on her bed. "There was a match with the face-trace thing."

"Are you suiting up?" She asked, eyeing him a little warily while his eyes were still on the jacket.

"Good ol' stars and stripes," he replied and peeled his eye to her instead.

"It'll be just like the old times," she said, trying to smile and he did the same, turning to walk out of her room.

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The Asgardian was standing outside, having conjured copies of himself to stand guard around a large group of people. Of course, he was in the golden armour, having forced everyone to kneel around him as he walked through the crowd.

As they flew closer, an older gentleman got to his feet, fighting against Him it seemed. Steve was first to leave the jet, then Melora. Natasha was flying, the two others approaching more silently.

"Look to your elder, people," he spoke and pointed his sceptre at the older man. "Let him be an example."

Steve sent her a signal before rushing forward, jumping down in front of the older man as a blast of energy went off, but the shield sent it directly back at him. Melora stood up from her crouching position as well.

"Get out of here!" She yelled, walking through one of the illusions to show the others it wasn't real. Screams left people, standing up and running away. Steve was speaking with the Asgardian and the jet came closer as well.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down." Natasha's voice sounded over the coms, the large gun pointed straight at Him. Instead, another energy blast was fired from the sceptre, where had he even gotten that?

Steve threw his shield at the man, commencing in a fist-to-fist fight as she continued helping people away, giving the two enough room to fight without worrying about others. He pushed Steve away. That sceptre was something strange.