Who am I? (A Sequel to 'Who are You?' A Loki love story)

Chapter Twenty Three - Normality

"So the last time any of them were seen was two weeks ago?" I'm going over the disappearance of the rest of the team with Clint and Phil. Again. Phil's team was staying with us while we searched, like when I was under threat and kidnapped.

"I was trying to get Agent Romanoff and Dr. Banner's help with what we thought was an 0-8-4 under heavy watch."

"0-8-4?" I ask curiously.

"An alien type object unable to identify. Like when Thor's hammer first came in New Mexico." He explains. I nod. It had only been two days since we had gotten the news. I knew how much Nat being missing was grating on Clint. He was spending most of his time practicing in the shooting range, hardly saying anything.

"The question is, who could get them out of here without anyone noticing?" Clint asks. "Ever since Sophie's kidnapping, Stark has updated the security here almost as far as it'll go. It would be impossible."

"Obviously not." May huffs. Clint and I both glare at her. She was extremely hostile, and was getting on my last nerve.

"They wouldn't go quietly." Clint comments.

"Maybe they didn't have a choice?" Skye asks, looking at us. I shake my head.

"No, they couldn't have gone quietly." I start to explain. "You forget that Bruce turns into a giant green rage monster. "

"Maybe they drugged him?" Skye continues. I sigh and shove my face into my hands.

"We need all the pieces." I groan. No one says anything for a few minutes, and I huff and shove myself up.

"Where are you going?" May asks, rather rudely.

"I need to hit something, and I'm sure you don't want that thing to be you." I say without looking back at them, and I leave the room, going to my own to get some work-out clothes. The punching bags honestly never looked so inviting.

"Jarvis, start my playlist." I say, wrapping my knuckles. My music starts to pour from the speakers, and I throw the first punch, making the bag sway. I kept going, getting into a rhythm, my mind racing with thoughts. We couldn't do anything. My team was missing, and I couldn't do a thing. They could be getting tortured, or experimented on, or they could be...

My fist goes through the bag, making sand pour out, and I growl before turning to the next one, punching just as hard. They weren't dead. They couldn't be dead. But this was all my fault either way. This wouldn't have happened to them if there weren't people after me. They could have been safe, and sound, and... here. If only... I should have just died.

The second punching bag snapped from it's hanger, falling to the floor with a loud bang. I scowled at it before going to the next one, not even getting into a rhythm, just wailing on it. I shouldn't have even been born. Everything would be fine if I had never existed. My team never would've had another threat on them, and they would be happier. Ignorance is freaking bliss. I could feel my eyes watering. This. Was. All. My. Fault.

The punching bag rips open, making a mess on the floor, and I can do nothing but stare at the broken bag. That was my life. Broken, and making a mess for others.

"You weren't kidding when you said you needed to punch something." I snap out of my thoughts to see May looking at what I had done. I wipe the tear away that was trailing down my cheek.

"Believe it or not, I could really do without your opinion at the moment." I say with a dry laugh. I peel the wrap from around my knuckles, which were bloody despite the fact that I had wrapped them up. I sit down, looking over my scraped knuckles, and to my surprise, May sits down next to me, handing me the disinfectant. "Thanks." I mutter, wincing at the sting. We both just sit there quietly.

"You think it's your fault." It's not a question, it's a statement.

"No" I say. "I know it's my fault."

"Hm." she hums. "Maybe. But Phil also thinks it's his fault. Fury thinks it's his, Clint does as well." She continues. I look over at her. "But you blaming yourself isnt going to find them, you know. It may be completely your fault, but that isn't going to change anything. You might as well suck it up and move on." I turn and look at her.

"You know, you suck at this motivational crap." I say. She raises an eyebrow.

"Worked, didn't it?"

"Eh." I say with a shrug. "It may have just been the punching bags." She pauses before standing up.

"I came down here to get you, by the way. Someone came and the AI just let them up. She's asking for you." I look up at her with wide eyes. She didn't think to mention this first? What if it's Pepper? Or Jane? Had they been told?

I go up the elevator, still sweaty and probably not looking my best, but I didn't really care at the moment. The doors slide open, and I see a familiar figure talking to Skye and Ward. "Kim!" I say with excitement. She turns around with a wide smile.

"Sophie!" She sequels, coming over and hugging me. "Oh my gosh it feels like forever since I've seen you." She pulls back making a face. "And you're all sweaty. Ick." We both laugh.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. "Not that I'm not glad to see you, trust me, I need a break from this. But why aren't you in Indiana?" I ask.

"My grandpa is visiting some old friends. Instead of staying at some old guys place, I was going to invade your room." I roll my eyes, still smiling. "Thought I'd mess with Tony too. Where is that robot freak?"The smile immediately falls from my face, and she notices. "What's wrong?"

"He um..." I struggle to find the words. "He, Nat, Bruce, and Steve are missing." I finally spit out. "They dissapeared while Clint, Loki, and I were in Asgard." Her eyes widen, and her face shows shock.

"H-How did they..."

"We don't know." I say quietly. Her face falls even more, looking at the others in the room.

"You're looking for them? I should leave." She says quickly.

"No!" I exclaim. "Trust me. Some normality might help around here. We're all so stressed." I say with a sigh. "Honestly, you being here is probably the best thing that could happen right now." Kim smiles at me, relieved.

"Then I better go put my stuff in you room." She says, grabbing her duffle bag. "Shall we?" She asks, holding out her arm playfully.

"We shall." I say, hooking my arm in hers with a small laugh. Thank goodness Kim was here. This would help.

Sorry it's so short! This seemed like a good place to end it. Comment what you think!