Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Twelve

"Wanda? Guys? What happened? Where's Y/n? Where's-"

Tony came through the door in his suit, and they could all hear the jet landing about a hundred feet from the cabin that had a cloud of darkness encompassing it.

But the billionaire cut himself off when his eyes landed on the body wrapped up in a sheet, lying across the dining room table. He could tell who it was by who was missing and the build, so he didn't ask, just walked by the others who stood around in the living room, avoiding eye contact, afraid they'd break, to stand next to the body.

He took a deep breath, looking up to the ceiling as the frustrated tears pricked at his eyes, and that was the moment Bucky, Natasha, and Steve came inside, the rest lingering around the tower in case they were needed there.

"Dammit." Bucky muttered when he noticed, and Steve's jaw clenched.

"What the hell happened?" Tony asked again, but this time the anger in his voice cracked because he was breaking, and he knew he had to keep it together right now.

Sam stepped forward to explain and Natasha was the only one who stayed silent all the way through, avoiding everyone's eyes.

When he finished and Steve took charge, devising a plan, she took the opportunity to sneak upstairs and into the room you had been staying in.

Her mind had been going a million miles an hour downstairs, trying to figure out where they could've taken you and why SHIELD was doing this to you in the first place. Her first thought was how much of a threat you were to Hydra, but they cleared those snakes back at the tower, surprisingly, and they hit a block.

She ran her fingertips over your dresser, trying to just collect a sense of you because she knew you were still alive out there, and she'd find you.

She had to.

She then spotted the flowers in the vase you had found in the basement sitting on top of the desk and smiled at the memory of picking them for you before she had to leave, knowing you cherished those little sentiments.

She mindlessly sifted through the clothes in your suitcase, you had only half unpacked, and then when she got to the closet, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Now, why the hell wouldn't you have used that?

Further away...

"You said you'd kill the driver before we reached the cabin," He mumbled tauntingly as he led you from the van to the cabin, the driver only about fifteen feet in the back of you two, just out of earshot, "Better hurry up."

"Oh, sweetie," You clicked your tongue when he made it to the small porch, pushing a shovel into your middle for you to take, and you did, "I didn't say I was going to kill him."

Almost as if it was actually planned, the trickster's illusion of himself appeared right in front of you with his hand out.

"Give it to me." He demanded lowly and you cocked an eyebrow, a smile crossing your face.

"Loki," You greeted, gesturing back to the other two who were startled by his appearance, "Meet my friends."

He registered the sadness in your eyes, the way you mentally abandoned your morals in this time because of what has happened not too long ago, and then his eyes flicked from you to Logan and then to the driver who was running back to the van in fear.

He appeared in front of the driver, stopping him short, and then plunged a knife into the man's heart.

"You can make new ones." He told you, the body crumpling to the ground, and then Logan whipped you around to face the trickster, gun pressed to your temple as he used you as a human shield.

"What were you here for again?" You asked lightly and then made a face like you just remembered, "Oh, that's right! Your space rock...so here's the thing, it's not exactly on me."
"I gathered." He muttered with an eyeroll.

"It's back at the cabin."

"What rock?" Logan blurted and then cocked his gun when Loki took a step forward, "Don't come near us or the girl dies."

Loki's eyes went from him and then to you, the smallest smile, a knowing glint in your eyes, telling him he was no longer needed.

"Guess I'll be going then," Loki told you, his eyes still on the agent, "From one cabin to another."

"One with history." You added, nodding ever so slightly, and he returned it before vanishing.

You kept quiet as he waited for a moment, making sure Loki wasn't going to pop up again to ambush him, and then put the shovel back in your uncuffed hands, leading you at gunpoint to the back of the cabin.

He shoved you forward, and you stumbled a bit, about a shovel's length away from him, before you turned with raised eyebrows and pursed lips, waiting for further instruction you didn't need.

"You got lucky," He shook it off, referring to the small smirk that tugged at your lips, both of you knowing the first part of your plan went through, and then he raised his gun to your chest, "Now get digging."

You nodded, lifting the shovel like you were going to slam the tip of it down into the ground, and then last second you threw it out towards him, knocking the gun out of his hands as it shot off into the air, missing you by a few feet.

He held his hurt hand and scrambled for the gun before you jumped on his back, pounding your clenched fists into his head, sweeping him down to the ground with your legs a second later.

"Bitch!" He cried out when you grabbed the shovel that was in reach and pressed the handle down into his neck, his hands going out to grasp it, pushing against your strength.

You could feel him winning, he was physically stronger than you, and you knew that just by his build, but you weren't planning to end his life this way anyway.

He jerked forward the same time you released the shovel, making it look like you fell back, and then you backed up on the ground, pretending you were afraid of him as he stood to tower over you, reaching behind you for something you had eyed the second you had picked the shovel back up earlier.

"Nothing but a healer," He taunted, raising the shovel above your head, the edge of it aimed at your heart, "And you'll die like a dog."

He grunted, moving quickly to lower the shovel, and you took the pistol from behind you, aiming it at his thigh and shooting twice.

Just to be sure.

He fell to his knees and then his side with a cry in pain, but it was your turn to tower over him. Your chest heaving with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you kicked the shovel out of his reach, and stepped on his chest with the gun aimed at him head, pressing him to lay back on the ground as he whimpered, agony and blood oozing from his body.

"Aw, something hurt?" You pouted mockingly and then wiped the blood that splattered onto your face off with the back of your hand, smearing it across your skin, "My pals won't be here for at least an hour," You crouched down to face him, your breath fanning his face, and your wild, empty eyes finding his and digging out all his fears, "So, how's about we get started then, yeah?"

He groaned in pain as you forced him to limp inside and you slammed the door shut behind you, a shot firing off only a moment later.