Winter Sunshine

Dialling Tone

 A/N: My first fanfiction. Sorry it's so jerky.

Savannah Winters was naked and wet. It was not something to worry about, however, as she was in the bath. It was quite a nice bath, warm and lavender-scented, intended to be soothing. Savannah was many things, she mused, an Avenger, an assassin, a monster, even a hero, but she was most definitely not soothed.

A wave of self-loathing rushed over her, as unexpected as winter sunshine, but not as welcomed. Trembling hands grasped a razor, and she ran her finger lightly against the blade. Wincing slightly, she watched as her own blood ran down her digit, peering closer, with a morbid fascination, for a better look. The same fascination caused her to press the blade to her wrist, grimacing as a crimson liquid stained the bath-water, red tendrils snaking out, grasping and curling in on themselves.

Her Starktech let off a whirring sound, and imploded, as did her toaster and hair straightener, even though she did not know it yet.

Startled out of her reverie by the bang, she uttered a profanity and leapt out of the bath, dressing herself one-handedly.

A phone rang, and against her instincts, she answered it. 'Twas Nick Fury. He sounded pissed. And with good reason.

Loki's back.'

And the dialing tone sounded clearly in the eerily silent apartment.