Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 23 - fatigue

Loki sighed, hitting the ground in anger as the plan had resulted in failure. Although it did benefit future battle expectations as it lead to the discovery of an enhanced being that was seeking vengeance against Y/N.

In the distance, away from the chaos you had finally gained consciousness, and immediately woke up to the sounds of loud crashing noises coming from a mile away. Your eyes slowly shifted open, until it was blinded yet again by the raging sun and constant flashing blue and red lights. You slowly lifted yourself up, taking a glimpse of your surroundings trying to make sense of where you were and why.

Through the corner of your eye, you could see random civilians pointing through the closed windows at you, giving confused and judgemental stares as you sat there in a full black, skintight body suit, with dried up blood on the corners of your face.

You suddenly got a flashback, remembering your last moments awake. The sights of you fainting in front of the brothers and putting them in harms way, to the extent where you could still feel the burning sensation of your powers being overused. The stinging mainly affected the palm of your hands.

You held your hands out, to examine why it had burnt incredibly. You discovered red, glowing scars tracing through the palms of your hands. The scars burnt at any contact. You're hands were extremely sensitive, you couldn't even hold your own hands without it feeling as if you got stung by a thousand wasps.

You saw more police cars speed by through the rear view mirrors, reminding you of the entire situation. The sound of gunshots and explosions still echoed through the highway, the fight was no where near finished. You grabbed the door handles, ignoring the horrendous burn when you made contact with the leather. You pulled and pulled, but the car didn't budge. It seemed to be thoroughly enclosed. You threw your head back, agitated at the fact the car door wouldn't open. Now you had to put extra unnecessary energy to escaping the vehicle.

You stared at the window, knowing it was the only way out. You laid yourself on the backseats, just in perceive reach for your foot to reach the window. You aggressively began kicking the window with full force. It was truly a blessing that when Loki gave you Black widows bodysuit, it also have you her heeled boots, which comes in handy when kicking down windows.

After three good kicks, the window shattered into thousands of little pieces. You gave it one final kick, letting the glass fall and shatter onto the road. You got back up, putting your head through the window, then crawling out. You flopped onto the side of the road, getting honked at by oncoming traffic that had to swerve to avoid hitting you.

You quickly got back into your feet, taking a step back to not be crushed by the continuous lines of cars. You brushed off all the excess glass that still lingered on your suit. More and more police cars speeded by, and you decided to finally take action and follow them.

You spawned a forcefield beneath your feet, ready to fly above the cars to the battle, but before you could even use a tiny bit of magic, the scars burned like hell. You held your hands up, the scars were glowing a neon red, then fading back to its usual red demeanour. You took notice of how more scars grew around it, like vines hanging from a tree. It was clear that using your powers clearly wasn't an option anymore. It was very fortunate that you were a highly trained and skilled combat fighter.

You watched as another group of police cars approached, you knew you had no other choice but to pull an extremely risky move. You stood a meter away from the car on the footpath, then sprinted at full speed, jumping on top of the vehicle you were once trapped in. You slowly balanced yourself on top of the vehicle, trembling and shaking trying to find balance. The passing civilians watched in horror and amazement as you stood on top of a random car.