Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

34- Wind from the North

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Chapter 34:

For three days, Thea is restless and anxious, and for three nights, she screams.

On the first day, she accidentally cuts her finger when practicing swordplay with Jack. At the sight of her own blood, she faints. On the first night, when she begins to cry out in her sleep, Loki holds her until her cries turn to whimpers, and then silence.

On the second day, a lone wolf kills a soldier, and after the beast is shot by Clint, the fallen man's sister begins to scream shrilly. Thea clutches her ears and screams too, falling to her knees and trying to drown out the sound. On the second night, Videl finds her curled up in the grass and doesn't leave her side until dawn.

On the third day, after Fandral suggests she and Jack work on aim and hands her a set of throwing knives, Thea stumbles with the blades and nearly faints again. On the third night, Jack crawls into her little cave room and lies next to her in the furs, not minding when she subconsciously kicks and shudders.

When the sun peaks over the east for the fourth time since the bloodbath in the cave, Thea groggily opens her eyes. She is immediately aware of the warmth surrounding her, from the thick black and white furs and from the sleeping Jack beside her. His arm is still around her, their skin pressed tightly together, and she feels his soft breath on the back of her neck. One of his long, brown wings rests over her body, the soft feathers tickling her arm. She knows it's dawn, but encircled in the warmth, she doesn't want to leave the cozy little cave.

Eventually, after calm, tranquil minutes of feeling Jack's heart beat and listening to his chest rise and fall, Thea eventually forces herself to move. She begins to sit up, but Jack's arm tightens around her.

"Don't... leave me," he murmurs drowsily.

Thea looks down at him. He looks peaceful, his lips partially open. He appears almost younger, like the mischievous, grinning boy she'd met in the rainforest years ago. Through it all, he'd kept that innocent look about him, but she knows that deep within, he has changed and grown too.

"There's a war to win," she whispers, then tries to wriggle her way out of his arm, but he keeps her close to him. Eventually, he rolls them over so he's braced on his elbows above her, his wings arching over their bodies.

"Not right now," he says and leans down to kiss her. His lips are soft, fitting perfectly over hers, guiding her to briefly forget the weapons and soldiers and death outside. And for a few blissful seconds, there is nothing else in the world but Jack. When she tries to pull away again, determined to go outside and help, he just kisses her harder and suddenly all she wants to do is kiss him harder too.

She pulls him by the shoulders so now he's under her, his hazel eyes reflected in the torch still burning in the wall, each diverging hue of brown and blue and gold clear and colored like stained glass. He smiles, his dimples as impish as they'd been when he'd hacked through SHIELD's most protected computers.

Thea fiddles with the bottom of his shirt, and seeing what she wants to do, Jack folds in his wings to help her pull of the fabric easier. She runs her hands up and down his smooth, soft skin, stopping at his chest to feel the quick beating of his strong heart underneath her fingers.

"Your turn," says Jack softly, his warm hands resting on her hips, just where her long, loose tunic rests crumbled over her knees. She takes a deep breath as he slowly pulls the shirt over her head. She is eternally grateful she'd been too tired to take off her bra last night.