A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Returning to Consciousness

—-Loki—-

I feel myself slowly returning to consciousness as if I've been in a deep sleep for days. For the moment I keep my eyes closed but start to take in the world around me in other ways. I hear a steady beeping sound that's likely the culprit behind me waking in the first place. I'm hit with confusion and fear realizing I don't know where I am or what happened.

Last I remember was Harkness and what she did... some of the memories she dug up from the depths of my subconscious mind come back to me and the beeping sound picks up slightly. I push the thoughts away opting instead to continue my analysis of my current situation even though my eyelids still feel too heavy to open for the moment.

I start thinking of possible explanations '...did the Avengers find me?' I remember feeling scared sometime recent but not much else. I'm uncertain of my situation now and my fear begins to get the better of me. I can't be certain I wound up somewhere safe after my altercation with Harkness and I'm almost certain the fact that I can't remember what happened doesn't bode well.

I begin to take in what I can feel and come to the startling realization that there are several hands on me. Something about how they're on me stops me from my initial reaction of panic. Two hands and their accompanying arms are holding me close to what I assume is the person's torso whereas the other set of hands I feel are holding onto one of mine.

These are hardly threatening touches so I calm slightly realizing I'm not in immediate danger. There's also weight at my side as if someone's leaning against me... as if she's leaning against me. I slowly open my eyes and the dim light in the room is so blinding I have to shut them and try again several times before I can get my eyes to adjust.

When I finally do I'm greeted with a familiar red cloth draped both over a familiar silver shoulder piece and myself in a makeshift blanket. 'Brother!' I find myself immensely relieved tears even brimming in my eyes as my fear almost completely dissipates. The realization that my brother is the one who's arms are holding me now is a monumental one.

For whatever reason I feel no need to move away from him or do anything to change the position I'm in instead I just lean into him a little more. I turn my head slightly and look at the weight at my side just to see that it was indeed my wife sound asleep by my side. I frown upon seeing evidence of tears staining her cheeks.

I take my free hand and gently brush a nearly dried teardrop from her face. 'I hope I didn't cause that.' I take note of the color of my skin for a second feeling disgusted by it I hope nobody knows... I maul over the ramifications of what could have happened during the gap in time I can't remember before deciding it's not important right now.

I look Sam over a bit more checking for any signs of injury or harm on her. When I find nothing odd aside from her winter clothes I place my free hand on top of the ones she's holding mine with. I refocus my attention to my brother. I can't see his face without moving to a awkward and uncomfortable position but from his pace of breathing I can tell he's asleep as well.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea so I let myself begin to be pulled back into the abyss of sleep. I still don't understand how I ended up here or even where exactly I am but I know if Thor and Sam are here I'm safe so I have no trouble slipping back under. I drift off now feeling an incredible sense of safety rather than the fear that hovered over me when I first awoke.