Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 8 - The 'Avenger'

"H-hello, princess."
...
"MOTHER!!"
You quickly ran, ignoring the glimmering sun from the clear, clean, shiny window.

As you ran, Steve was still standing with his hands together, feeling wholesomeness.

You ran towards the couch she sat on. You opened your arms, welcoming her into a warm embrace. You felt relief to see her well and in front of you.

She was in what was supposed to be a 'living room'. But rather was replaced with an exposed bed and a tv in front of her for entertainment, with a single couch made for you's to sit together. The life support machines were definitely the cherry on top. The bed was slightly exposed so if anything had happened, doctors would have no problem reaching her. The only thing in the way was some hospital curtain. The bed was fully white and looked much more comfortable, it was wrinkled as if she was glued to it. For the first time in years, she looked happy.

Happy.

She was never happy at home.

Were you selfish for locking her in the house for years? Were you suppressing her from happiness from the life you chose? It made you think, you were the reason she was no longer happy. You chose that occupation, you put targets on our backs, and it costed her genuine happiness.

"W-why are we here?" She asked, confused yet happy. More towards the confused side.

"I'll uh.. explain it to you later.." You replied. She had to know the truth eventually, but there was so many things wrong with telling her. You kept your head down, not giving any eye contact.

She was so happy about being here, I couldn't bare to crush her spirit when she realises i'm being imprisoned here. 

Her shaky, wrinkly hands softly touched the skin on your cheek, signalling for you to put your head up. When you looked at her, she moved a strand of your h/c, smooth hair. She saw your guilt-filled face, instantly knowing you were hiding something.

"You can tell me now." She asked with a smile. You couldn't break her heart, you had to lie.

You lifted your head up, trying to think of any excuse. Looking into the window you saw Captain America's reflection. He was standing at the door, casually leaning on it. Clearly waiting for you to finish. When you noticed the reflection you quickly turned your head to him. An idea struck.

You turned back to Mother and smiled. Saying in a slight whisper so he wouldn't hear:
"I'm an Avenger"

Her smile somehow managed to open wider, her dentures being put on display, while you had a guilty smile. "I-i'm so proud of you honey.." She opened her arms up. You could see her hands shaking as she struggled to hold her own limbs. Ignoring your thoughts you quickly hugged her back.

"Now.. I'm just going to take a n-nap. Goodnight sweetie." You backed away, watching her use up all her energy to get up from the couch. You saw her struggling to get up and instantly came forward to give her a hand.

"N-no.. You don't need to help me dear." She brushed your hand off. You watched her struggling to simply even walk two steps. She was too old and fragile for her own good.

After a minute of you resisting the urge to help, she was peacefully tucked into her bed. Within an instance, she was asleep.
"Goodnight, mother"
You slowly leaned in and kissed her cheek, before guilt trembled over you. You turned back to Captain America who had just been standing there patiently this whole time.

You dimmed the lights for her, then began walking towards Captain.

You stood in front of him, holding your hands together. You found it very hard to be thankful, thanks to stubbornness. He looked at you and smiled, teasing you for your stubbornness.
"I-Um... Uhhh..." You never lifted your head, whilst he crossed his arms.
....
"Thank you." You quickly snapped out, walking away in an instant before he grabbed your arm back.
"You're welcome." He smiled at you.