The Mad Titan

Chapter 4-Empathy

I own nothing.

Jen's POV-

Loki followed me down the empty hall as I got to one of the rooms. There was a big bed, a desk and chair, a cabinet, and a bathroom. I tossed the bag onto the bed and jumped on the bed next to it. I rolled over and saw Loki staring at me, face betraying no emotions. "What?" I asked him.

"How did you do it?" he asked me softly. "How did you survive for 15 years? I couldn't do it for a year and a half. What makes you so special," he hissed.

"Adaptation."

"Adaptation?" he repeated confused. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What time period are you from again? I forgot."

"I didn't say," I smirked. "But I'm from 3012."

He raised his eyebrows. "And you came here? Why?"

"To stop Thanos," I tossed out casually. He flinched at the sound of his name. "And that is why I didn't say it earlier. You have to maintain your cover. You will have later chances to make them believe you, but so soon after the battle? They won't believe you," I said shaking my head.

He shrugged. "I don't care."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop BS-ing me. Come here and take off all your clothes except your pants," I ordered him.

"What?" he repeated, throughly confused and shocked.

"I have to treat your wounds," I explained to him. "I know you don't have enough magic to heal yourself. So come over here and stop complaining." Warily, he stepped closer. He took upper garments and I gaped at the extensive damage. "He must've not held back," I told him. I rummaged through my bag looking for my supplies. I brought out a box and a flask.

"What are those for?"

I opened the box to find bandages, medical tape, a bottle of pain relief pills, and loads of other medical instruments. In the flask was alcohol. I sat down next to him and began to work on the biggest cut. It had started to get bloody again. I frown and him and asked, "Did this happen during our fight?" He nodded. I tsked and continued to work. In an hour, I had him completely patched up. I patted him on the back and walked to the bathroom to clean my supplies.

"So why did you come back?" he asked.

"Well, I wanted to 'save the future' and also because I want to fight him," I explained to him.

"What?" he shouted. "You can't fight Thanos! That's utter madness!"

I turned and gave him a glare. "If you remember, I beat your ass in like less than a minute," I reminded him. "So if I were you I'd shut the fuck up."

He gave me an exasperated look. "Fine," he shrugged. "If you want to die, it's your head."

I ledt the bathroom. "Thanks," I smiled. "Now come with me," I instructed.

He followed me down the hall. I opened a door and he asked, "What's this supposed to be?"

"It's your room," I explained to him. "You can't sleep with me and I have a feeling that you'll need to be close to me. In case of nightmares."

He walked in and sat stiffly on the king size bed. As I turned to leave, he shot up. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Well, you have to sleep, to recharge your god batteries and I'm going to help clean up the rubble," I told him. He looked at me for a bit and I asked, "Do I need your permission, all of a sudden?"

He blushed and shook his head. I smile at him and when I was at the door he called out to me. "Could you please find me some Midgardian clothes?" he asked of me.

"Sure!" I replied. "If you need anything, go talk to Bruce. I'm going there before I leave to tell him that you may go to him. If you need fresh bandages, he'll help. But other that that," I told him. "Please try to stay out of the Avengers way." He nodded and I left his room.

I took the elevator up to the 95th floor. I walked to a green door and knocked. I heard someone shuffle to the door and open it. "Do you need something?" Bruce asked cautiously.

"Actually," I told him. "Yes. Loki shouldn't bother you, but if he comes could you help him?" I asked slowly.

"With what?"

"If his bandages need changing. He shouldn't come, you know pride and that manly shit, but if he needs them changed, can I trust you not to turn away?" I asked.

He paused thinking it over. "Sure," he nodded.

I reached over and hugged him. "Thanks, man," I said to his chest. He awkwardly patted me on the back. Then he froze. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"What are those?" he said pointing to the back of my neck.

I smiled sadly. "You aren't the real monster," I told him.

He watched me walk away, confusion and curiosity written all over his face. I pressed the elevator button and waited for the lift to come. When the doors opened, Tony was in there. "Just the person I was looking for!" he exclaimed.

"What?" I asked. He handed me a wad of cash. "Not trying to be rude or anything, but what's this for?"

He rolled his eyes. "I figured that if you wanted to go out, you would want ti but stuff. So I'm paying you a consulter's fee," he explained to me.

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't have to do that!" I told him. "I have my own ways of getting money."

He looked at me. "Which would be what? Stealing? Prostitution? Pick pocketing?" When I blushed and looked down he smiled triumphantly. "Exactly. So take it."

Hesitantly, I put the money in my pocket. "Thanks," I smiled.

He stepped closer. "Can I ask you something?" he wondered. I shrugged. "Why did you flinch before?"

I stiffed. The elevator pinged. I stepped out and said, "Maybe another time. Don't be late!" I reminded him.

I could feel his stare on my back as I left the lobby of Stark Tower. I walked up to one of the aid workers and asked, "Where do you need my help?"

"Go over there," he said pointing to a pile of rubble. I gave him a smile and walked off. I spent the rest of the afternoon, night, and early next morning helping clean up the city.

A/N-Hey! Hope you are enjoying this so far. If anyone has any ideas about her background or if she had any relations to the guy who killed himself, shoot me a comment or suggestion.