[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

The last thing I recall was standing on the railing of a balcony.
But now there is a blinding white light that is trying to find its way pass my shut eyelids and a mix of voices that are frightening me. They sound scared and desperate.
"She hasn't been taking her medication." one voice said, distinctly male and low; unsure of himself.
Several voices made agreeing noises.
"What do we do though? We can't exactly force her to take them." A female voice replied. It was familiar.
Then it came flooding back like a punch.
My emotions were out of control while I was on the balcony and I somehow climbed onto the railing without actually intending to do so. Then I had just woken up somewhere with extremely bright and annoying lights surrounded by the people who have made my emotions so unstable.
I groaned and sat up, rubbing my sore eyes. I seemed to be in the lab of Bruce Banner.
"Avallone, sweetheart, are alright?" a blonde-haired woman asked me as she lay her delicate hand on my bare arm. Her name, I recall is Pepper.
"Virginia," I croaked out, surprising myself and everyone else in the room. Who is Virginia?
The strawberry blonde woman widened her eyes in disbelief. "Yes! That's my name! Oh Avallone!"
She hugged me tightly and so did everyone else in the room.
Why are they hugging me? What did I do? And how is this woman named Virginia? I thought her name was Pepper.
"I missed the old you so much," Natasha said as she squeezed my insides into my throat. The old me, meaning she hated the new me? Gosh, that hurts.
Congratulations came flooding in and they all seemed so happy and I couldn't bear to tell them that I wasn't the old me again, I was still the new girl in the old Avallone's body.
"Can I sleep now?" I asked. I was dog-tired and just wanted my bed. They agreed and I was escorted back to me room by Steve.
"Thanks," I said as I leaned against my doorframe. Honestly, I could walk perfectly fine and would have been more than capable to walk to my room, but he had insisted.
He smiled his sweet smile at me and nodded his head.
"Where was Bucky, I didn't see him in the lab?" I asked Steve.
Rogers suddenly became interested in his shoes, and didn't reply for some minutes.
"He, uh, didn't take it very well that you almost committed suicide and ran off. He should be back soon, I hope." He scratched the back of his neck as he replied, but he didn't look up.
"When he comes back, tell him that I want to talk." I instructed before shutting my door.

Steve's P.O.V.
Avallone shut her door, leaving me alone in the hallway.
All the others said she had regained her memory, and there was a lot of celebrating, but my mind was telling me that she was still the same.
Her comment about Bucky surprised me though. Before the accident, she had been in love with Loki, but now she seemed attached to James.
Maybe her memory isn't . . .

Avallone's P.O.V.
Finally Steve left the outside of my door, his footsteps padding down the hallway.
I wish I could remember everything. It would make everything so much easier and stuff.
Why can't I remember?
"Child," Her voice echoed in my head, but I knew she wasn't there. She hadn't come back since I had called out her name.
It's weird though. I feel that I need this woman, even though I didn't know her. She is playing a big part in this stupid drama and I wanted to see her again.
"M-mother Frigga?" I asked, even though I knew I would receive no reply.
"The necklace, child."
I looked down and fingered the amulet between my fingers. It was truly beautiful, it's blue glittering softly in the sunshine.
But what about the necklace? What could this jewelry possibly hold?
"It truly is beautiful, isn't it?" An accented voice asked, slipping into my thoughts.
I looked up and saw Loki leaning over the side of the couch.
"I didn't hear you come in," I said to him.
His voice replied in my head, not out loud,
"That you didn't, my dear, but I could hear you from far away."
I shuddered and covered my ears with my palms.
He chuckled and collapsed onto the couch beside me. "You never liked that, sorry."
"Leave me alone," Was my snappy reply. This lunatic was not who I wanted to talk to right now.
"But, Ava - you still don't remember, do you?" His green eyes wavered a little with their intense gaze.
I shook my head and folded my arms. The tears were threatening to spill, and I don't know why.
"Your arms . . ." He breathed, seeing the scars on them. Yes, they looked a mess, but I felt myself growing okay with it.
"When did you do that?" He asked, continuing with his one person conversation.
I would probably have to reply though.
And I did so with a sigh, "I can't remember idiot, if I did, I still wouldn't tell you, of all people."
His hands shook as he stood and excused himself.
What a weirdo.

"Helps me!" I screamed, the faces around me coming closer, their evil grins were becoming too much.
"There isn't much time, child. Listen to me." A melodic voice said, cutting into my dream.
It was her, standing there. Was I dreaming her, or something else?
"Your necklace is the key. But I can't tell you how to use it, you must find it out yourself, now go. Wake up!"
Her voice replayed in my head as I sat bolt upright, sweat dampening my skin.
It had stared out as a nightmare and then turned into a sweet dream that ended with her.
Her.
Mother Frigga.
Her.
I gingerly touched the necklace that graced my neck.
The key to remembering.
How?