His True Kingdom

Chapter Twenty Four - Desolation:

You slowly hobbled towards the backyard door. You stopped as an immense feeling covered your heart and made you feel like it wasn't beating anymore. You clenched your teeth and you cautiously approached the plants he'd been tendering. The pain was inevitable yet you felt that your complete foolishness deserved it. Everything felt so wrong; you fell on your knees and stared blankly into the plants for a couple minutes that felt like fifty lifetimes to you.

The rue was saved.

Your shaky weak hands reached to its extremely lively yellow petals, it was lovely and afresh with life flowing out of it. A tear from your eye dropped on its clean surface. Your dreary eyes narrowed while a muted snap echoed in your ears. The flower of grace almost dissolved in your tight fist as you drowned yourself in soft sobs. You knew this wasn't going to be easy, you knew this was coming. You should have gone to the Avengers, you shouldn't have believed. You went inside your house and almost ran upstairs so that you wouldn't stand by your kitchen table to torture yourself further. You stood by his room's door and held the door knob. As you remembered how he treated you just recently shifted your body towards your room.

"The most precious memories are now the most vicious monsters haunting me"

You had to pack, pack whatever you could and whatever you could possibly need when you go on a long trip. You didn't know how long it would be until you were back or if you would ever come back at all. You quickly grabbed your ___(f/c) backpack and started filling it with random clothes and a couple of your comic books you didn't want to leave behind; you rushed to the bathroom to get your toothbrush, your perfume. You decided not to make your bag too heavy with your arm literally ablaze with pain. You looked at yourself in the mirror and realized that all your make up was smudged, your expression reminded you of the time you washed your face before going out to the highway. It felt no different, other than you didn't have supernatural powers of teleportation and things flowing up your arms to color them blue at that time. After you washed your face, you found yourself new clothes. You grabbed clothes completely black and you made sure your shirt was long-sleeved.

You headed downstairs languidly as your pain increased with each step. You thought about how you were going to reach the Avengers. The obvious answer cut through your line of thought that was enslaved to Loki's betrayal.

"I need to find Tony Stark. I have to get to the Stark Tower" you mumbled and got outside your house, to face the cruel fact that your car was still at the ballroom.

"This day just can't get any better" you let out a deep sigh and stumbled your way into the heart of the city with a soaring feeling of desolation.

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You'd been walking for over an hour, you'd sometimes sit on the random benches on the streets for a breather and to let your foot rest. Both your arm and leg were clamoring, you breathed in the opaque air and the complaining thoughts in your head disappeared when you spotted the blue lights of the "STARK" sign on a skyscraper across a couple streets from where you were. You checked your watch to see that it wasn't even midnight yet and hoped that you could contact Mr. Stark. The city was still alive since it was a weekend day, life was still flowing around you but yours was frozen like your arms.

You finally were right in front of the modulated tower. You were amazed by the sign, you heard that it was self-sustaining and clean energy—you weren't sure if that was really true. You walked towards the gigantic double doors, but they were locked. You sighed and looked around to see if you could ring a bell or do something, anything. There was no one inside but yet you could see that there were lights glowing on the very top levels of the building.

"Do I have to wait all night here?" You thought and spotted a nice little café across the street. You decided to go there considering you didn't have anything better to do and seriously had to sit down.

The café was well lit, full of people drinking their warm coffees, chit chatting and some staring deeply into their laptops. You were obstinately listening to nearby conversations and wishing you'd be just like any other person. After you grabbed your coffee, you decided to sit outside instead of listening to excessive talking in the cozy room. You also considered the danger of anyone seeing your arms, thought you could perhaps get away with it claiming the patterns to be some kind of newly invented organic tattoo.

You fixed your shirt's sleeves to make sure your hands were mostly covered and headed to the porch. The air was cool as it was night; you looked up to the sky for a brief moment to see that the stars were back in their places, far away. You were once again appalled remembering what happened tonight; you sat down on a table incontinently. There was no one facing you other than a young man having coffee and reading a book across the table. You sighed in relief thinking he wouldn't look your way anyway since he seemed so into what he was reading. You realized that it was a Stephen Hawking book and were assured he wouldn't pay attention to you since it'd make an excellent reading. You sighed once more and sipped on your hot coffee as cool wind blew on your face. After a while, you started to feel a pulse on both of your hands reaching until your elbows. Your face twitched and you started taking deep breaths, you could feel that the man on the other table was fast distracted by your discomfort. He looked at you with curious eyes. You tried to keep your slightly trembling hands to yourself; you could feel that you started to sweat; your body was aching so badly you forgot blinking. The man across the table closed his book and got up from his chair, coming towards where you were sitting.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" his manly voice said. He was very handsome though you saw that his hair model seemed a little out of time. He was quite muscular and had beautiful brown hair that he must have combed with much eagerness. His deep blue eyes seemed in pain as he examined your dreadful figure.

"Y-yeah..." you said, essentially quiet.

"Mind if I sit?" he said as he seemed very alert. You felt like he was ready to jump in front of a bullet in case someone was to shoot you.

"No..." you weakly replied.

The man made himself comfortable on his seat as he fixed his brown leather jacket that matched his hair color. His face was profound, yet it was very beautiful too. His glare immediately turned to your hands.

"What's happened to your hands?" he asked with contemplative attitude.

"It's nothing, it's just... organic tattoo" your voice became weaker and weaker. You weren't sure if you would be able to keep yourself together for too long.

"Ma'am, I think you need to go to a hospital. What is your name?" he asked, his stare engaged on your eyes that were sometimes drifting away.

"___(y/n) and you would be?" you asked in a low voice.

"I'm Steve Rogers, ma'am" as you heard the words, you almost spit out the coffee in your mouth. You almost choked and started coughing.

"___(y/n), are you okay?" the man asked as his hand reached to your arm to keep you steady.

"C-captain!" you said and tried your best to clear your throat. He stared back at you in amazement.

"How in the name of all the gnawing devils... I ran into you?" you said as you recovered yourself to stare at him.

"What are you talking about? You know who I am?" he asked you, puzzled.

"I'm trying to reach Mr. Stark, Cap. There's a situation. I need to talk to him" you said and saw in Steve's eyes his swift quickening interest in the subject.

"What situation? What is this about? Please tell me!" he asked in all seriousness.

"It's about Loki" you muttered and your eyes filled with tears.

"Loki?!" Steve almost jumped out of his seat, pervaded with distress.

"What happened? Is he here? What do you know?" he asked with excitement.

"Cap... I need to see Mr. Stark" your tears started flowing down your face.

Your body was no longer able to resist the pain of your presumably broken bones and fantastic glowing substances flowing through your body. Your vision blackened as the last thing you saw was Steve reaching out for you so you wouldn't fall off the chair onto the ground.