BABY AVENGERS ➵ scarletfrost

《 XIV 》Goodbyes?

Loki's POV:

I am no stranger to anger. Not even slightly. Being the younger brother of a loud, confident prince who was always destined for the throne while being looked over as the adopted faux Asgardian proved to be a good source for consistent anger and annoyance. But I had never felt anger in this way. Not because of its intensity, but because I couldn't figure out why. 

The avengers were all but interrogating me, granted, they were bound to have questions, but it was The Winter Soldier's question which set me off for a reason unknown to me.

Was I going to stay? Was I going to stay? At this point, I was pretty sure I didn't have an option. The part of me craving power had melted away unbeknownst to me over time, being washed away by the distraction of babysitting. But still, even if I would've wanted to escape, I couldn't anymore because of her.

Wanda Maximoff, who cared way too much about everything, decided she would take full responsibility for me and my actions. I was not a child. I don't need her protection, let alone deserve it.

I didn't even know if I wanted to make amends, if I wanted to escape, but now I was obliged to not or she would pay for it, and I fucking refused to ever let that happen.

The conversation had concluded rather abruptly, with all the avengers scattering into their rooms to gather their thoughts, I supposed, but I remained seated until the last of them was gone, the only one remaining being Wanda.

"Now you won't be-"

"Why did you do that?" I snapped, cutting her off as I clenched my jaw.

Confusion washed over her features, before the understanding dawned on her, and she furrowed her brows.

"I- Well I just wanted Fury to give you a less serious punishment, why is that a problem?" She asked, slightly taken aback.

"The problem, is that now you have control over my actions."

She scoffed in disbelief, "I have control over you? Don't be childish. And what, were you planning to do the same thing again? Take the Tesseract?"

"I don't need your protection," I seethed, watching her recoil in shock before storming out of the compound.

At this point, though, even I didn't know where my anger was directed, it felt aimless, and I hated how much it confused me. I hated how I felt like the anger wasn't anger, but me pushing away every other emotion. Anger was safe, anger provided control.

And in the moment, I'd prefer anger than emotions.

Wanda's POV

As soon as I left the compound, I instantly regretted it as I felt pouring rain rush down my body, and I shivered. But I had always loved the rain, and right now, I needed its peace. I sat on the stairs, letting the rain rush down my face.

I didn't understand why he was so mad over this, I had defended his case when I had no reason to. I could have so easily let Thor fly him out to Asgard, so easily forgotten about his existence and make that our final interaction.

Would I forget? A voice called in the back of my mind, despite how badly I wanted to shut it out. Because I knew damn well I wouldn't. The stupid God had worked his way into my life and I didn't know why. I deserved to be the angry one, to despise him for what he did to my team, to easily send him away to be locked up but I just couldn't.

The door clicked open. I groaned as I instantly knew who it was, and stood up, walking directly onto the grass as I refused to turn around despite the calls of my name.