Winter Sunshine

Serendipity

A/N: If you want to see what he looked like, grab yourself a google, and search for 'Loki Smashed'. As the great Bard said, 'thou shalt not be disappointed.' He didn't, I just made that up.

She would have thought he were dead, were it not for the fact that he was a god, and that his chest was rising and falling, albeit unsteadily. He looked strangely serene, and with his black hair fanned around his pale face, like a dark halo, he was vaguely reminiscent of a fallen angel. Savannah knelt by his side, and wept.

The battle ended abruptly, when Hulk got bored, and hit the streets.

 Literally.

The resulting chasm tore down the middle of the road, and all the freaky robot things fell into it. 

Served them right.

It was strange, she thought, that such creatures were able to take down a god, but could not even avoid a hole. Then she thought of Loki, again, and gently rested her head on his chest, more for comfort than to actually check his heart-rate, and found herself being lulled to sleep by his steady, but faint heart-beat. By the time the rest of the Avengers had noticed they were a fighter down, and had located her, she was sound asleep, dead to the world.

Random POV

Savannah Winters woke in a hospital bed. She panicked, reminded of her many visits to the hospital in her childhood, and tried to escape before the hospital staff realized she was awake, and called for her carers to collect her. A weak moan from the bed beside her startled her, and she turned her head slowly, wincing at the pain it brought. Judging from the broken leg, and arms, the sore neck, and the heavy eyelids, she must have been heavily drugged. 

Had they pushed her down the stairs again? 

She took in the bruised and battered form next to her, and frowned. The face was familiar. Who was that? 

Loki.

She remembered now. The blast had been speeding towards her, Tony was the only one aware, had he been watching her? and there was no way on Midgard (Midgard sounded better, she decided), that he would have made it in time, but then Loki had appeared. He had used himself as a shield, and saved her. She was filled with gratitude, and worry. Those close to her had always gotten hurt. That was why she had kept her tale from the Avengers, for their safety as well as her sanity. People who cared soon learned that there was no point. 

That she wasn't worth it.

 Loki had tried to take over the world. And then he'd come along and cared, made her believe that she was worth it. Look where it had gotten him now. He'd saved her. 

But at what cost?

The doctors had said that the rays were specifically designed to weaken the enemy. The beam that had hit her had made her susceptible to even more danger, and any more could have killed her, or at the very least, taken her powers away permanently. Somehow, Loki had known that. He knew that she needed help, and he had helped. Why? The only person that could tell her was on a hospital bed, unconscious.

Tony entered the room with a bouquet of flowers. She shut her eyes and feigned sleep. She didn't want to talk to anyone now, especially not Stark. It was his fault Loki was like this. 

No, it was her fault.

She knew that it was no one's fault, but the sick creatures that had made the rays, but she didn't care. She just wanted her unwelcome visitor out.