He made a soft hum noise, gracefully knelling down to my level. "Ryder, you were meant to be with me. I never understood the concept of fate. . .or destiny, until I met you." There was a small pause of him letting me take in his words I refused to have meaning to me. . but I was beginnig to fail. Miserably.
Suddenly a cold finger met with the skin under my chin, tilting it upward to meet those piercing blue eyes of his. It was suddenly apperent to me how there was no longer any distance between us. Why was he doing this to me? Why me out of the billions of other women in his realm and mine? He only wants me for my cursed power, I tried to remind myself. And I knew that with all my heart. . .yet it was so hard to see it through his meaningful look.
His hand shifted, smoothly sliding forward so his palm cupped my cheek softly. His gaze never seemed to waver in mine, never leaving purpose either. "You were made to be mine, Ryder. . .
I think it's time you give into me, Love."
[I do not own any characters from The Avengers/Marvel, only the OC created in this story.]