[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

~ Fifteen Weeks Later ~
I looked up at the clear, blue sky and sighing contentedly. It had been officially five months and three weeks since we started the mission, and now we were going home!
But there were some things we had to do before we could go anywhere. One included shutting down Harrison and his company, which would be interesting.
"You ready?" Natasha asked, pulling the kinks out of my dress. I nodded, and we stepped into the white porsche that awaited us.

"Good afternoon, Avallone," Harrison greeted me as we stood on his front door step. "And Natasha." He added, less excitedly. I smiled at him and took his offered arm.
'Leave this to me.' I mouthed to Natasha who nodded and returned to the car. I switched on my ear piece so that I could tell Nat if I needed help. If, though. I wasn't counting on needing any help.
I can do this.
"How come you're here without any notification?" Harry asked me as he led me to the library. As I sat down, I consciously flickered my eyes to the camera that watched us from one of the corners. He noticed, and called someone to turn it off.
Now that I have achieved what I am here for, I was kind of stuck on what to do. I didn't actually plan ahead of this. "Avallone?" he asked, scooting closer to me.
I felt the heat starting to crawl up my neck, and I smiled nervously at him. Slowly, he reached out and his arm slid around my neck and pulled me closer towards him.
Reluctantly, though I didn't let it show, I followed where his arm guided me, and leaned in to kiss him. Immediately he crashed his salty lips on to mine, and started to move them.
Just a little while longer, I thought to myself.
His other arm, the one that wasn't draped around my neck, curled around my waist, and pulled me even closer to him, which i didn't think was possible until he did it. I slithered my arms around his own neck, and leaned into the kiss, even though I really didn't want to.
If only Loki had kissed me like this, or even at all.
I pulled away, feigning the need to breath, but really I stopped because I was thinking about Loki. I was stupid enough to think about Loki Laufeyson at a time like this.
Focus.
"I - I'm sorry." I apologized honestly. He smiled and wiped his mouth. "It's all right. I admit, I was getting a bit breathless as well." The funny thing was that I wasn't breathless at all.
I nodded my head and leaned back into the couch we were sitting on. I needed a way to somehow find a way to break it off with him without hurting him. That's the thing I didn't want to do. I didn't want to be heartless. But, it's the only way.
"Look, Harrison." I started. I decided to tell him the truth, without comprimising my agent-ness. "Honestly, I am not an owner of this company. This company does not exist at all. I'm just a random girl from New York, and you fell for it. You fell for it so hard. I have absolutely no feelings for you, but I would like to thank you, and your company for cooperating with me."
I rose, stabbed him in the leg, and sprinted out of the room. I raced down the stairs and straight into the car outside. "Drive, now." I commanded Ronald.
He listened, and soon we were speeding back towards the mansion.

"You made out with him, and then stabbed him in the leg?" Natasha demanded, staring at me in a weird way. I nodded my head slowly, unsure of how she would react.
The room was silent for a few moments before she burst out laughing. "Avallone, I would never have imagined you to do that. You truly are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.."
I stared at her. She just called me an agent of an organisation that has been compromised. "Natasha." I said, a question lingering on my lips. I didn't have to ask it though, she knew what I meant.
"Look, I know I said that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been compromised, and it has, but I still believe in it, and so does the Director." She whispered the last part, afraid of who might hear. So far, only about five or six people on the planet knew he was alive.
I nodded and bit my lip. "But, I don't understand. I mean -"
"You don't need to understand. Just listen. Understanding comes later." She warned, getting up and leaving the room. Sometimes she can just be so overly dramatic and annoying. But then again, so can I.

It was night time now, and I was sitting in my room all alone. My favourite drink lay in my lap, half finished, and a book was turned face down onto the couch. My face was directed towards the window, and my mind was deep in thought.
I had the door to the balconey open, and the creme curtains flew about, creating an almost horror scene. But, I wasn't scared. Normally, I would be pissing my pants, but for some reason, I am not scared.

"Avallone, what are you doing?!" Mother screamed, bursting through the bathroom door. What did it look like I was doing? Seriously, is my own mother that stupid.
I was cutting myself.
"Stop it." She screamed over and over again, crumbling to the floor. But, I just watched her, slightly amused. I had been cutting for three months now, and she only just found out.
After a few minutes of watching her screaming and sobbing on the floor, I rose of the toilet seat and towered over her, speaking in my fourteen year old voice. "I will never stop. Never. Never. Never. There are reasons that I am doing this to myself. Did you ever stop and think that it would be better to ask me those reasons instead of screaming at me like I am some child? Because, I am not. I'm not a child anymore, and I'm not your child!"

I sighed. Memories always came flooding back to me when I was alone. It seemed that the only memories I had of my childhood were either of me cutting myself, crying myself to sleep, or fighting with my parents. I never remembered the happy memories.
Rising, I shut the door to the balconey and flicked the light switch off. After crawling into bed, I fell into a nightmare/ memory filled sleep.