Chapter 22

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Savannah
I wake up next to him, tired and sore. Last night, we made love until we fell asleep. He was amazing. One of his arms is around my waist, and the other is holding up my leg, which is wrapped around him. I didn't realize this before but he's so cut. I run my hand over his chest to his abs. He runs his hand down my side in response. "You're beautiful," he tells me. I'm wondering if this is what I want. I wonder if crashing into that glacier killed me and now I'm in heaven. Slowly he gets up and gets dressed. I can't move. I can't feel anything. Steve is about to help me get dressed when a mischievous smile crosses his face. He grabs both of my small hands in his and kisses me, pressing his body into mine. I'm pinned against the bed and his lips begin to trail down my body. He goes from my lips to my neck, to my chest down to my flat stomach and continues to trail his lips down my leg. I sigh. Soon I get up and sadly get dressed. I don't want to. For some reason that we're being watched. I feel a strange presence and there's a distant rumbling where they're playing with the Tesseract. Fully dressed I run out of the guest room and Steve trails behind me a few minutes after. I have to remember that I faked memory loss. "Hi daddy!" I grin like I'm five years old. "Hey kiddo," he ruffles my hair. He still thinks I don't remember anything. I see the scientists running experiments on the Tesseract. "You're still playing with that thing? It could be dangerous," I say. Suddenly the ground shakes and some sort of black hole opens up. Everyone is blown back by the explosion. Through the rubble, I see a man, holding a strange scepter. Nick Fury approaches the man, "Who are you?" "I am Loki, of Asgard. And I am burdened with glorious purpose," the man responds. I remember him. That's Thor's brother. "You're Thor's brother, aren't you?" I say, letting my guard down. Loki looks somewhat annoyed, but smiles at me. "Yes I am, and I come in peace," he looks around. Suddenly, he turns, tapping me in the center of the chest with the scepter. Everything fades into a hazy blue color. I can't see or feel anything but I'm in here. This seems a little like the effects of the blue stone I got when I was a child. I can't control my thoughts. I... I... I can't do any-

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