Show Me Who You Really Are (One Shot)

Show Me Who You Really Are

Most people hate the winter; they hate what it brings with it when it comes. The snow, the cold, and the ice that seems to wilt and kill everything that it's icy fingers touch. They dread the time when the temperature plummets and brings with it all the things they despise. Oh, but not me, I lived for the moment when mother nature turned her coldest, but then again I wasn't like most people.

Standing on the rooftop of Stark tower I closed my eyes allowing the cold bite of the winter wind to penetrate my body to the bone. It was a peaceful, serine moment that I knew would not be interrupted by my teammates. Two of them had a sever distaste for the cold and the rest would be inside enjoying the warmth that the tower brought to them. It's not that I disliked any of them, but finding a moment of peace to be alone within the walls of the tower was a difficult task to complete.

I was in my element and it made me feel complete. It was a feeling that made me feel like coming home, like this is where I belonged. The way the cold wind felt like the best sunny day and the way the snow was my white sand beach made me want to stay in the freezing weather for the rest of my days. I had been so caught up in the comfort of the winter night that I had not heard anyone invade my tiny slice of paradise, that is until he spoke.

"Y/n, what are you doing out here?" His lyrical, deep voice caused my eyes to snap open.

"Oh, Loki, I'm sorry I was so caught up in this that I didn't hear you come out. I'm just enjoying how nice it is tonight." I offered a small smile as I looked up at the Asgardian prince.

While the others were weary of the God of Mischief I did not see him through the same eyes they did. I had come aboard the Avengers program long after the Battle of New York, but I was told every detail about it. I would never voice it to my team, but I understood Loki, I knew why he acted the way he did and my heart hurt for the broken god. That was the reason I never strayed away from befriending him.

Now that he was here helping the team as a punishment of sorts we had begun to spend more time together. Loki was a very well read man and I enjoyed having someone who shared my love for literature. He had even been kind enough to bring me books back from Asgard after I had expressed my desire to read them. I felt a strong connection with him and saw past what the others could see on the surface. This was one reason why the friendly feelings I had for him started to develop into something more over the time we share, I would never voice this to him in fear that it would ruin the friendship we had.

"Are you not cold?" Loki asked as his eyes roamed over my body.

Taking note to where his eyes landed I looked down at my attire. A tank top, shorts, and no shoes. It would have been unusual winter attire for most, but for me it felt as if I had on too many clothes. It restricted my ability to take in all the cold winter air had to offer me.

Shaking my head, I let out a small chuckle at how strange it must have seemed to him. "No Loki, I am not cold. I don't get cold actually."

He tilted his head slightly as curiosity ran wild in his blue eyes. "And why is that?"

"Perks of the mutation I suppose. Cyrokinesis has certain up sides like the fact that I never get cold, although the jokes that come from Stark are quite annoying to say the least." A small frown formed on my lips as I spoke.

I did not dislike Tony, but his constant name calling and jokes got a bit redundant. I hated when he would call me the ice queen or frosty. I had come to terms long ago with being a mutant, but it was a harsh reminder that not everyone accepted us in this world.