ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ || 𝘓𝘰𝘬𝘪

Narcissists || Chapter Seven

For the second time today, déjà vu came crashing down on me.

Today I had helped them - sure it wasn't anything major but I tried and I was there - yet they still didn't invite me to eat with them.

I was disregarded once again and sent back to the S.H.I.E.L.D vessel.

Although, I was in possession of a keycard which unlocked most the doors. That, of course, seemed like a small win compared to the disastrous day.

Loki was no longer around - apparently Thor took him back to Asgard so he could face Asgardian punishment.

I found part of myself missing him. It wasn't like I had gotten to know the God of Mischief however his presence created a certain atmosphere that I grew to appreciate. The lab felt unnervingly quiet ever since he escaped and not even Bruce was talking anymore.

The doors slid open, loud voices flowed into the lab. First came Banner then Stark and lastly Steve. They completely ignored me as they chatted in their little circle of intelligence and inside knowledge. Tony and Cap would throw in the odd insult towards each other but for the most part they were getting along surprisingly well.

Aproximately an hour later, Iron Man and Captain America went off their separate ways which thankfully meant I could speak with Dr Banner alone.

I kept looking at him in the almost empty room, unsure what to say or how to act.

"What?" He said with a half chuckle.

"It's about Loki..."

"Gods do you ever speak of anything else anymore?" His voice was raised with a tone I had never heard from him before. "Sorry..." he took in a deep breath, closing down the programme he had been using moment prior, "Loki has been taken to Asgard with Thor. There's nothing we can do from this point onwards."

"Surely there's something!" I pushed, trying to find any slither of hope to cling onto. "We could go to Asgard..." I suggested, my voice shaking only slightly.

He stayed silent for a moment too long, making me question my words. Eventually, his mouth opened, "I'll ask Thor."

We worked in a comfortable silence for the rest of the afternoon before splitting off to go to bed. Today had come with plenty of improvement which I was glad about but now what? What was I supposed to do while Banner spoke with Thor?

Sleep, I decided, was the quickest way to pass the time

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Aproximately 9:34 thé next day, I was back to work in the lab. It felt like my every living minute was spent in the same four walls.

"Have your bags packed for Friday, Thors agreed to take us back with him to Asgard." Banner announced, swinging the doors into the lab in an oddly confident way.

"How ever did you do that?" I asked, instantly grinning from ear to ear.

"Irrelevant..." he took a pause in his speech and movement before continuing on, "Anyway - what's the plan now?"

I smiled gently, "We dont havé one yet, you're the genius - got any ideas?"

He paused for a moment then looked at me as though I was stupid, "Ever thought about just asking Thor? Or Loki even? We're going to Asgard soon... surely we could find a moment to speak with Odin?" I looked at him the same way he had me, "I don't know!! Just ask somebody!"

I scoffed, teasing him a bit, "You never get the truth out of a narcissist, Brucie! You should know that." I took in a breath to consider my words before continuing, "The closest you will come is a story that either makes them the victim or the hero, but never the villain."

"Who's to say they are the villains?" He questioned.

I snapped back instantly, "Who's to say they're not?" We fell into a thoughtful silence, "Doctor, we don't know anything yet. We can't trust a soul to tell us the truth in this situation! We have to figure this out ourselves."

It took longer than I would have liked but eventually he was on agreeance.

It was only then that I could process the extent of our upcoming situation. I was going to Asgard!! We were going to be dining with the high and mighty Norse gods and beautiful Asgardian people with their impressive bone structures!

Talking about Asgardian bone structures...I couldn't help but question Lokis. He so obviously wasn't Asgardian so what was he?

Nevermind... I'm probably just psychoanalysing things again.

~~~

I walked calmly through to the door and through each corridor until I finally made it back to my room. Bruce and I had been able to decide on a plan although there were little bits I was yet to understand or completely finish. We needed this to go smoothly so I had no room for mistakes or mess ups. There was a strict schedule that we had to stick with and I refuse to leave the possibility of any slip ups.

I shut the door behind me, not locking it yet and threw my jacket over the back of a cozy chair that leant against a pure wood bookcase. There was a fluffy, soft, sage green rug laid on the ground with its corner tucked under a queen-sized bed with satin bedding and golden accents along its wooden frame. To the back corner, there was another door which lead onto a small,
clean-white bathroom and a large, wall-long wardrobe that only stopped when reaching the bathroom door. In general, the room was very nature themed and I found myself missing the grand room I had back in Alsace which was at least twice the size of this one although, it was still beautiful so I had no right to complain.

I slipped off my shoes and made my way to the front of the book case, sliding a book off the shelf before flopping onto my bed with it in my hands. "Mischief and Mayhem," I mumbled, gently moving my hand across the front cover before flipping to the other side. It's dark, green cover and fascinating title reminded me of Loki and my heart began to flutter. Shit. I threw it away, the book crashing on the wall. Falling back down with pages scattered and dog eared, it made me cringe. Mistreating books!? What had gotten into me!!

Loki was getting to my head and I couldn't allow that. Finally, I had reached my dream- I laid so casually in my own bed in the Avengers building and I wasn't about to let some puny god ruin my chances of staying here.

Taking in a deep breath, I threw myself up and off the bed to change into some pyjamas. (By pyjamas I mean an oversized t-shirt and shorts that I stopped wearing outside 2 years ago). I closed the curtains, which hung so elegantly either side of the singular window I had in the room, before dropping back down onto the bed.

Pulling the covers over me, I decided to go to sleep and forget about everything that's happened lately - leaving it for tomorrow me to deal with instead.