It actually wasn't so bad. She got Tony to find her a thousand white roses, and Ravennha scanned them all for her. There were two perfect ones, and she told them both her story.
They both turned black, but one of them was glowing.
She chose the glowing one. She cried and cried, for everything. Loki was the only person who could make her cry.
She hadn't cried since the fire, and then Loki made her cry.
She hadn't cried when the children were bullying her, she hadn't cried when they had tried to drown her. She hadn't cried when they set fire to her hair, she hadn't cried when they cut her.
When the men had gotten her, she didn't cry. When Nathan left her to blow people up, she hadn't cried. When she attacked the hospital staff she didn't cry.
Savannah never cried.
But Loki hadn't said anything to her, or hurt her in anyway, until today, yet he had made her cry, and cry, and cry.
They were tears that she should have shed years ago, but couldn't.
Those tears brought sweet relief.
These tears brought bitterness.
She watered the plant in bitter, salty raindrops, and it flourished. She told the plant her greatest fears, and it bloomed.
The hardest part was the room of memories. The Terracotta House had closed down years ago, after SHIELD found out what happened there.
So, as she walked down the derelict corridors, she shouldn't have felt so very afraid.
But she did.
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Winter Sunshine
Fiksi PenggemarSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
