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

Part Five: What Could Have Been

Here is the last flashback scene! :) 

I hope you enjoy. And take note of the water theme... 

Part Five of Revenge is going to be the most emotional, the most exciting, and the most scream-at-the-author. 

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Part Five: What Could Have Been

Time: Someday, 2005

The sun kisses the golden beach good night as it slowly begins to sink into the western hemisphere. The waves roll over the sand in a sparkling cocktail of orange sunlight and blue water and pale seafoam, rushing up to meet the shore before rushing back. A flock of pelicans, still in their flight, soar over the spit of land where the earth meets the ocean in a tender, eternal embrace.

A little girl, five years old, dances in the ebbing tide pools, warm water splashing onto the thin yellow dress covering her swimsuit. Her black hair is long, blowing in the sea breeze and around her face. She kicks up sand, laughing, and the sunlight reflects her beautiful emerald eyes like stained glass in a cathedral.

Nearby, a woman stands ankle-deep in ocean water. Her blonde hair is pulled back, but the marine breeze teases it until curly, wayward strands float around her pale, freckled face. Her blue eyes watch the water, the sun behind her casting shadows over her and her daughter.

A flash of blue light appears on the sand a hundred feet away, then vanishes. The woman remains standing still, but the little girl lets out a squeal of happiness and takes off running through the wet sand.

The figure replacing the blue light strides forward on the beach, his strides long, the ocean wind blowing his thick black hair wildly around his chiseled face. Laughing, he swoops up the gleeful child in his arms. She squeezes his neck as if afraid he will vanish back into the blue light, and Loki kisses his daughter's hair, thankful to be holding her again.

"Daddy!" Thea grins, showing her baby teeth. "You came."

"Of course I did," he says as the sun shines across his face. "I'll always come for you, dear one."

The woman walks to the two, trying to keep her patterned dress from blowing around her waist. She moves her blonde hair from her face. "Hello, Loki."

"Hello, Annabelle." He leans around Thea to kiss her on the cheek. Their exchange is pleasant, friendly. The conversation of two lives who were intertwined and are now held together only by the thin strand of the little girl in his arms. "I will bring her back in two days."

"No more," she says.

"But no less."

Annabelle nods, then reaches up to kiss Thea's forehead. Then, she turns and walks back down the beach, to the car waiting to take her back to her empty apartment. The empty apartment containing no husband named Erik and no baby daughter named Leah.

"Why can't you and Mama be together?" asks Thea as her father watches after Annabelle.

"Some things cannot be true, even in dreams," says Loki. The blue flash wraps around the two of them, and then Loki and Thea vanish.

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Time: Someday, 2010

At the hotel by the sea, Thea screams as she is pushed into the sparkling, turquoise pool.