The next half hour is spent with me and all the kids crowding inside the large bedroom, sitting on the floor and simply talking into the late hours of the night, or the early hours of the morning, whichever one I could not specify. After my endless and persistent questioning, I found out that they really are safe here, and happy. The caretaker, whose name I learned is Melinda May, is actually a very sweet lady, no matter how tough she tries to appear. I learn from the kids that she has apparently very quickly formed a soft spot for all of them, but who wouldn't? Additionally, from doing my own research I found out that she is a retired SHIElD agent in her late 50s who willingly took up this task after she heard the predicament. Overall, I could not be more relieved to hear that for possibly the first time in their life, the kids are in good hands.
Although, after talking with them for almost 2 hours, the sun is threatening to come up and I know that I need to leave. I sadly say goodbye to them but promise that I will see them again soon. Before I leave Scarlet also pulls me to the side as she asks what is going to happen, I can't live technically on the run forever. I explain to her that I will be going to trial and I have people helping me do so, trying to clear on self-defense, making sure to keep my voice quiet since this is definitely not a conversation the little ones need to hear. Then, after many eager hugs with everyone and many whispered promises, I descend the drain pipe out of the same window that I absolutely terrified Sebastian at not long ago.
When I sneak out of the yard once again, I send one more longing look back toward the house before I am on my way. With the last little bit of change and a crumpled dollar bill that I scavenge from my pockets, I get another metro ticket and take the train as close as I can to the tower, wanting to stay out of sight as much as possible.
As I walk through the New York streets with my hood up, which is shielding me from the sun that is just beginning to peek out from in between the buildings, I keep my head low. I only have a few more blocks to the tower. I can see the building at this point, I am in the home stretch, but then I stop. I pause when I hear shouting and struggling in the alleyway right across the street from me. Without much thought, possibly too selfless for my own good, I instantly rush over across the empty street to where the sound is coming from. When I reach the entrance to the alley and look in I am immediately met with the sight of a man with a dark hood covering his face holding up a switchblade threateningly toward a young lady trying to mug her.
Instincts kick in and before I know it I have begun walking closer and shouting at the man. "Hey, man! Yeah, you! You know, if you are really that desperate for cash there are better ways to get it than mugging people. Especially for someone with high-waisted feminine hips like yourself, you would be good in the entertainment industry, if you know what I mean." I speak with a teasing tone, my words coming out before I can think about them, but that doesn't mean that I regret them.
He turns toward me with a scowl that is even visible from the shadow that his hoods cast, his blade still held up to the woman. "Stay out of this kid! Leave or you're next!"
"Mhm, I don't think so," I say still not breaking my stride, walking up directly toward him.
He switches to angling his knife toward me and away from the poor lady. Perfect.
"Stay back!!" He is barely able to get out his warning in time before I swoop my leg out low trying to trip him. Although he steps back in time, avoiding me and holding his knife out further. He jabs the knife toward me and I lean to the side avoiding it, mentally thinking how much of an amateur this guy is as I do.
"Bro, do you even know how to properly use that thing? Here, let me show you, we will have a little lesson. This is the first lesson: how to properly disarm someone." I say as I smoothly sidestep him, instantly getting his arm holding the knife in a grip, and twisting it behind his back. When I am behind him and have a grip on the knife myself, I knee him in the back causing him to fall to the ground, the knife sliding from his grip.
Looking over to the woman still cowering against the wall with wide eyes, I quickly usher her to go, which she gladly does. Walking around the man now on the floor, I slowly walk until I am standing in front of him, gesturing my hands around as I hold the knife while I speak. "You really need to find a better hobby, this one really isn't working out for you too well, and you really are not too good at it. I would suggest maybe knitting." I point the knife loosely at him as I speak, accentuating my point. "Seriously though, don't go attacking poor unsuspecting people, that is quite rude," I speak with a mocking tone as I lean down and tap his cheek in a condescending way.
I throw the knife in the dumpster, hoping that he will not go in after it, and slowly walk away. Realizing that I am not necessarily able to call the cops on this guy since they would most likely arrest me before him once they got here, I don't have any other option but to walk away and simply hope that my strong suggestion stuck.
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Loki's Pov:
"...You can't hide you or the ones you love from me forever."
The whispered words vibrate around in my brain as I jump up in my bed, my hands flying up to my chest and grasping at my shirt. I try to move back so that I am sitting up against the headboard desperately trying to collect myself, trying to get rid of the dark raspy voice still burned into my head.
It was just a dream. I keep repeating it to myself over and over, hoping that eventually, I will believe it.
Running my hands over the sweat-soaked sheets I try to ground myself, bring myself back here and away from that desolate, dark planet that I know so well. Pushing the hair out of my face that is stuck there with the tears running down my face, I clutch my head, trying to still the spinning that it is doing.
It wasn't real. He can't find me and he can't find Lulla. He will never find her, I won't let him.
My feet begin to move without my knowledge, sliding off the bed and onto the cold polished concrete floor. Pulling myself toward the door, I walk out into the hall, they guide me exactly to where I need to be. I pause when I am standing in front of Lulla's door.
I need to be sure that they are alright, that they are sleeping peacefully if anything more for my own conscience. I need to be sure that I have protected them so far like I was not able to do in the past.
Slowly placing my hand on the door handle and opening it as quietly as possible, I peek into the room. However, my heart drops when I see a disheveled bed with no one lying in it. My blood runs cold when I push the door open further and rush into the room, still finding it completely empty.
In complete panic and completely unsure what to do, I do something that I had resented even the thought of and have refused to do yet; I talk to the weird voice in the ceiling. "Building? Can you hear me?" My voice is broken, breathless, and drowned in fear.
"Yes sir, I am not FRIDAY, she does not have access to this room, I am RUBY, Finnley's personal AI. What can I assist you with?" The walls speak with a slight French accent.
"Where is Finnley?" I ask frantically.
There is a short pause before the voice speaks up with concern in her tone. "They left about 2 hours ago after getting directions to where the kids are being housed; I would assume that is where she is."
I sigh, but I can not tell if it is out of relief or worry; maybe it is a little bit of both. Sitting down on the bed, I run my hands through my hair.
"Sir?" the building speaks again.
I turn my head up towards the ceiling and the voice continues. "They told me not to tell anyone, but I worry for their wellbeing. She was very distraught before she left, so I suggest you approach them carefully."
"Thank you, building."
Once I calm my erratic breathing and collect myself, I try to think of the best course of action. Slowly standing up, I quietly walk to the living area where I take a seat on the chair in the corner of the room and sit silently, patiently waiting.
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A/n - In case you would like to know, I was kicking my feet and giggling like an insane person as I wrote Melinda May into this (I love Melinda May)
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Yep, definitely Loki's kid.
FanfictionFinnley doesn't think that their life could get any worse. She believes that she is unwanted and unvalued, forgotten by the people that were supposed to love and care for her her entire life. She was told that their parents dropped her off on the st...
