The love affair (Loki)

Chapter one

Bunches of white snow danced outside through the window. Sitting on the wide window seat and watching it fall gracefully, I took in a deep breath. Today was my last day in my home. Tonight after all my bags were packed, I would be living in the tower that held America's most known superhero's. The Avengers. Licking my lips, I stuck my forehead against the cool and slippery glass. Part of me deeply wanted to walk outside and fall flat on my back into the snow, looking up as it swayed down on top of me. I loved the snow, it was beautiful and had a peaceful quietness to it. At this moment, I felt like this would be the last time I would feel like a free truly independent person, before I would soon take in commands and risk my life for others. I bit my lip and furrowed my brows as I thought about it. Yes, Tony and the rest of the Avengers I met had genuinely seemed like nice people, but I still couldn't help but to wish I hadn't come across the abilities I had. A part of me knew, always knew. Something was different inside me. I could sense it with every breath I would take in. A intense feeling of something I couldn't explain, something I always felt inside myself that was always out of reach. That was until a month ago. Standing, I walked over to my open bags that sat upon my bed. I gazed at them, wondering. Would they search for me if I were to run? Nick Fury was very persistent about me becoming a part of this team. I slid my finger into one of my dresser drawer handles, looping it around it and holding on for a second. Looking up above my dresser and into my mirror, I sighed. Hesitant to start packing I gazed into my reflection. I seen the same look I had seen many times. Denial?, frightened?, judging?, a look of hopelessness? I could never tell what this feeling was. It was hollow, empty and painful all at the same time. My honey brown eyes watered as my body felt numb. I didn't know if I could do this or not. What if I screwed up? I've always screwed everything up? I was a walking atom bomb, now with powers I could not explain. I was definitely going to screw this up. I took in another deep breath and finally, opened my drawers. I piled my clothes into the bag, my makeup, my straightener and a few other things. I looked over at my desk and stared at my sketchbook, hoping I would still have time for my art while living in the tower. I walked over and grabbed it, stashing it into my bag along with my small art bag. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my pack of cigarettes. It was almost time for them to come pick me up. Lighting a cigarette and turning, I looked into the mirror once more and looked myself up and down. I wore my favorite Pink Floyd shirt, that somehow always seemed to boost my confidence and some old pair of ripped up light blue jeans, and my favorite pair of black converses. I was ready to walk into that tower and become one of them. Finally, headlights beamed up into the windows, shining bright and reflecting off the snow. I hit my cigarette one last time before butting it out in the ashtray. Picking up my bag, I slung it over my shoulder, brushed my hair out of my eyes and grabbed the door knob. Twisting it slowly with a deep breath, I took a step out the door and towards my new life.

Chapter one: The Tower

"Cassandra!" Tony smiled with wide open arms as he walked into the office. "I'm so glad you came." He said happily as he walked up to the desk, leaning a hand on it. "Love the shirt by the way." He said pointing towards my top.

"Thanks." I smiled, feeling my nerves shake.

I sat with my bag in my lap, holding onto it and looking up at him with a nervous smile. I was what you would call an introvert. Social situations made me feel awkward and uncomfortable, unless I really knew the person. He held out his hand to me and I slowly reached mine back, shaking it.

"I'll give you the tour, follow me." He said as he gestured for me to get up and follow.

I stood up and went to walk with him, until he stopped me.

"Leave your bag, we'll have someone take it to your room." He shook his head. "No need to carry it around." He added as he turned and headed for the elevator.