Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Eighteen

Penelope POV

Bruce had all but banned you from the gyms. Which honestly had you feeling a little left out. It also didn't help that Steve hadn't so much as touched you since the incident. It had been a week of nothing more than a few kisses here and there. Talk about frustrating. Your hands could only do so much.

It's not like he didn't have the opportunity either. You'd been having a bath about three days after the incident and while you had regained full range of motion in your shoulder, stretching your arm out to shave your legs hurt. So you'd attempted to do it with your left hand only to slice through your calf on the first fucking stroke.

You'd screamed in frustration and thrown the offending razor at the wall. Steve heard the commotion from the bedroom and came barreling in looking like he was ready to fuck someone up. You wished he would fuck you up, in a sexy way that is. Instead, he'd given you a pity filled laugh and helped you dry off before laying you out on his bed to shave your prickly legs himself. You were pretty positive it was the most sexually tense experience you'd ever had. And yet, he still refused to touch you.

"I'm fucking sore, not an invalid!" You screeched at him, storming into his closet and stealing a pair of sweats and a shirt before slamming the door on your way out.

Then you were too fucking pissed to remedy the situation on your own, so you opted for a pint of ice cream and a Kardashian marathon.

Wanda noticed you moping on the couch and declared that since you couldn't exercise your physical muscles, they were going to start exercising your powers. The two of you claimed a spot out in the field and commenced what she called magic yoga. It was a whole lot of meditation, getting a feel for your powers and practicing control. Which was actually kind of fun and she'd even taught you a few new tricks. She'd come to find you every day whenever Peter went off to train, the perfect distraction. When Livi found out about your daily sessions, she joined in too. Much to your surprise even Loke tagged along some days.

Today it was you, Wands, and Loke.

The three of you sat in your little circle in the grass practicing teleportation. So far you could do what you normally did, move objects about. But you wanted more. You wanted to learn how to teleport yourself. It was fucking hard. You'd actually broken out in a sweat, your head pounding from the mental exertion. But you just couldn't do it. And you were fucking pissed.

Standing, you kicked at the ground in frustration. "It's fucking useless. I'm not going to get it."

"Calm yourself." Loke spoke up at you from his spot, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"I've been calm for days, Loke. It's not working. I'm just not good enough."

"Now there's a lie if I've ever heard one."

You groaned.

He finally opened his eyes, staring up at you.

"Livi figured this out on accident. I can't even do it when I'm fucking trying."

Loke stood, reaching a hand out to you. "Come, let's take a walk."

Wands stood too. "You guys go ahead. I'm due to meet Vis for cooking lessons."

"Good luck with that!" You shouted after her as she left.

Vis had just as much luck in the kitchen as you did. Which was none. Zero. In the fucking negatives.

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it." She called back, laughing.

You walked up to Loki and the two of you fell into a slow pace.