Keylie's POV
I looked around at my surroundings. It was...colorful. Bright. The colors almost hurt my eyes. It fueled my anger and pain. As it boiled inside me, my surroundings grew darker. I felt betrayed. Alone. Was I not worth a real true relationship in any shape or form? Was I meant to have bad luck in life? Kicked from own home. Abandoned by my father. Ditched by my friends. Betrayed by the man I love...
Maybe my father had the right idea. Humans are not to be trusted. And love is not a thing. No wonder he tried to take over the earth. He was not loved properly. Never treated the same. Why am I destined to be that way?
Then it hit me. If I was meant to be like my father. I would complete his unfinished work.
Earth would bend to my will.
And those who broke my trust and heart, will pay.
Bucky's POV
I was feeling my soldier side becoming more prominent. My emotions hiding. Steve was rubbing my back, but I could barely feel it. I could hear another person join the conversation, but had no strength to lift my head. This was my fault. I drove her away...Now we cant find her at all. We have tried to contact Thor, who hopefully will answer soon. In my gut, there's a sinking feeling. A warning...something bad is to come.. I need to find her fast.
Peter's POV
After they explained why she probably left. I tried to lunge at the man who caused it. Right as I did a hand gripped my arm. I looked back to see Tony Stark. No words came from the billionaire playboy. But his eyes told me it wasn't the time. It didn't calm my anger, but also added a feeling of guilt. I hadn't been there. She needed me and I wasn't there. Because I was petty, and because I was jealous. I swung out the window, and began my search.
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Loki's Daughter
FanfictionMy name's Keylie . I'm 5'7 and 19 years old. I have raven black hair and emerald green eyes. A classic prankster, absolutely awesome at Magic, creating chaos and making mischief. But what can you expect from a child of a the god of mischief? I do...