The Mad Titan

Chapter 17-Breakdowns and Preparations

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Jen's POV-

"Haha." A booming laugh echoed around the square. I froze, knowing who's laugh it was. He came into view and my face paled. "Hello. Haven't you been disobedient," he snarled.

I swallowed, gaining some of Tony's bravado and cockiness when I responded. "Nah, I don't think I have," I smirked.

His eyes remained cold and cruel. "Not much good it did you, anyways." He waved his hands and suddenly the Avengers and my family came into my sight. They had only one thing in common. There was a hold in the middle of their foreheads.

My mouth dropped open. "No, no," I stuttered weakly. "That's not possible."

"But it is," said my father.

"You did this. First your family, then the team and I," Phil snarled.

Tears started to stream down my face as I shook my head wildly.

"And to think," Loki started, "I almost loved," he sneered.

More tears came, blurring my vision.

"I'm ashamed of you," Thor thundered.

Loki came close to me, green lighting up his hand. When I tried to move, he waved his hand and I was frozen. He came close to me and put his magic free hand on my shoulder. He started to shake me and say something. I couldn't make out what he was saying though. I watched, paralyzed, as his other hand came closer to me. Then a sharp pain filled my senses as his hand drew closer.

*End of dream*

I woke up gasping for air. Loki was awake in an instant. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, coming closer to me.

"Stay away!" I shrieked.

A look of shock covered his face. He stopped moving, but continued to talk. "It's OK. Do you need anything, dear?" He held his hand out and I reacted without thinking.

A gust of air filled the room and threw him against the opposite wall.

I covered my mouth in shock. I ran to the closet and grabbed some clothes. I threw them on and left the room. I ran out into the hall and up the stairwell to the roof. I sank to the floor, sobbing violently.

I was so busy crying, that I didn't notice when the Avengers came onto the room, still in their jammies.

"Jen?" Loki called out cautiously. "Is something wrong?"

I stopped crying and whimpered out, "Stay away from me."

They didn't listen. I heard gravel crunch as someone came closer. I turned around to see Thor coming close to me, hands held out in front of him.

"Stay back!" I screamed.

He froze and slower went back to the others.

"Jen," Phil said calmly. "Tell us what's wrong?"

"Me."

Bucky shook his head. "I know that's not true. You're a good person. A kind person."

I laughed a harsh, bitter laugh that made everyone flinch at the lack of emotion in it. "How would you know? You only know what I told you about me. Nothing more."

"Then tell us so we can judge how good or bad you are," Steve suggested.

I shot then a cold smile. "Fine." I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. "When I was young my mom told me stories about you guys. I accidentally told someone them. My mom was killed because of me. No matter who's Descendent she was," I spat, "stuff like that is treason and you get drained to death. My father and sister worked with the Revolution. I found out. Then I let it slip out of my mouth under my 'training' and they were taken. Once more they died, but it was different this time. They were held captive till I was of age. I was forced to kill them. I shot them in their heads. And they've haunted me ever since. And now you will all suffer the same fate, at my hand."