Heroes Never Die (Loki/Peter Perker X Reader)

2 - Welcome To New York

I pretend that I'm not afraid,
And for a moment I believe myself,
Got lost in the day again,
Time won't stop to let me figure shit out,

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Your POV

I carefully folded my yellow hoodie and laid it inside my black duffle bag. Still processing what Phil had told me over dinner.

"Are we really going back?" I recalled what I had asked the guy.

"I... I can't answer that."

I sighed, putting another shirt in my bag.

"What the frick Marcel." 

I found an old cd in the bottom drawer of my wardrobe. It had a text on it, "50 best Dad-jokes by Lucas (l/n)".

Immediately I inserted the cd into my computer.

A video started playing, a man in his late twenties stood awkwardly in front of the camera. His dark brown hair laid with curls on top of his head.

"Is it on?" He wondered.

The camera shook a little, probably from someone nodding.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. "Dad?"

The man continued to speak. "(y/n), Sarah." He tried to smile evilly but failed miserably. "I will haunt you with these for the rest of your days."

I laughed at how stupid my dad looked. He continued telling dad-jokes that were so horrible that they were hilarious. But I could see in his green eyes how much he enjoyed it.

"Dad!" My twin sister, complained as our father told another joke.

A glass broke in the background of the video. "Mom!" I cringed at my old voice.

"Careful so you don't step in the glass." My mother gave the camera to Sarah and came to the younger me.

The camera became a little unsteady for a few minutes before my mom returned. Her long auburn hair and blue eyes were happier than ever. I remembered, at that point, Sarah and I walked into my room.

She was my identical twin, and our favourite pastime just happened to be making mischief

I smiled when I saw my family again, wishing they were still here. I shook the feeling off and continued packing, deciding to bring the cd and my computer. I hurried to pack the rest and went to sleep.

I was surrounded by people, people without faces. Then they parted, and I saw my parents and my brother. They looked happy, like in the video, but when I reached out for them, they disappeared. I fell to my knees. Then someone called out for me, I couldn't place the voice. I hastily woke up.

"Hey!" Phil started. "Are you ready?"

I took a quick look around my room, adding a photo album, a sketchbook and grabbed my guitar.

Phil was ready to leave as soon as I limped out my door. He took my stuff and loaded it into the car.

"You have everything?" Marcel sounded distant, but I shook it off and nodded.

The drive was quiet. I could almost feel the silence. But as soon as it started, it was over. To my surprise, we were in a forest. The only light came from the moon.

"Phil? Uh... where are we?" I was a little freaked out by my surroundings.

Ignoring my question, Phil grabbed my hand and put a few sheets of paper in it. And before I could ask, he stated, "It's money."

My legal (or not) guardian made weird motions in the air and a circle lined with orange formed.

"Phil?" I was legit freaking out at this moment.

Once again, I was ignored. Phil shoved me and my things through the circle, closing it with what could've been mistaken as a smirk.

I was too confused to do anything. For a good minute, I just sat on the ground, staring where the circle once had been.

When I had somehow gathered my thoughts, I stood up. I looked around to see walls in all but one direction. There, I saw people walking. Some quick, some slow. I shoved the money I was holding in a pocket on my bag, and against my nature, walked towards the people.

After slowly walking for a little while, keeping my focus on the ground, I bumped into someone. The man was huge. Panic immediately flooded me.

"Oh, shit...I'm uh, I'm so sorry." I prepared myself for a punch.

The man I had collided with raised a hand. I flinched, avoiding eye contact.

To my surprise, the hand only relaxed on my shoulder.

"There's no need to worry." The man started off, his tight t-shirt showing off his intimidating muscles.

I quickly stumbled away, leaving my foot in an even worse condition. I didn't know how long I had been walking when I found a bench. The extra weight from my bag and guitar didn't help my bruised body. I sat down to rest.

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Steve's POV

The girl I had bumped into didn't look so well. She looked scared. No, terrified. I recalled my meeting with her. Was she limping?

I walked into the tower and took the elevator to the top floors. The familiar *ding* could be heard as the elevator door opened.

"Hey, how was your day then?" Bucky greeted me as I walked towards the sofa where he sat.

"Good, I guess," I spoke absently.

"What's going on?"

I sat down in an armchair, facing bucky. "So, I walked into this girl on my way here."

"You didn't kill her on impact, did you?" Stark spoke from the kitchen.

"Really?" I looked disapprovingly at him. "Anyway, she looked genuinely scared."

"Well, you are kind of big," Bucky commented.

"I, yeah, but." I started, unsure about how to formulate the sentence. "She flinched when I told her it was okay, and I'm pretty sure she was limping."

"They have social services for that."

"Tony, I'm not sure that they are going to help her if she doesn't ask for it."

"Steve, you can't help everyone in this city. We have more important things to do." Tony sighed.

"Besides, she's probably long gone by now," Bucky said in an attempt to calm me.

"Fine. But Stark?"

"Yes?"

"Can you do your best to help people like that?"

"Sure."

(Word Count: 1035)

A/N

Hey, thanks for reading another chapter of this thing.