Forgotten // Loki X OC pt.4

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I remember. No matter how much I wish I didn't, I do. And it kills me to know that they don't. It's been six years and everyday I wish I could go back, but I can't. I did this to myself, leaving. I could have stayed; just let Breean stay paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of her life, but I didn't want her to grow up not being able to live to her fullest potential just because of my father. So I left; changed it so that Bree was back with useful legs and I was gone, out of the picture. That was the price I had to pay to let my girl live a normal life and it was worth it. Yes, Tony could have fixed her but why have him do that and still make her traumatized when I could have just gone with Thanos? That's why I went. I would rather Breean not have to deal with any sort of drama or traumatization then to still have me in her life and be paralyzed. And at least she doesn't even know I exist, so there's another pain gone from her. I also know that Loki will take care of her the way she should be taken care of. He's a good man and a good father and he won't let anything happen to her.

Loki, god I miss him so much. To this day I still wear the ring he gave me. The small, emerald stone ring. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I wish I could have married him, spent the rest of my life with him in the compound or even in our own home with Breean. But that's just not how things turned out. Things changed and I had to do what was best for everyone. For my family. Even though after all these years I still love him the same, I just hope that he found someone that makes him as happy as he made me. He deserves it so much and I hope that he is happy without me, even though he doesn't even know I exist. He doesn't even know who I am.

After the change I moved to Queens, where Spiderman's from. I even see him sometimes, actually. He's grown so much since the first time I met him. He's twenty-three now, and Bree would be ten without the growth spurt she had on Titan. Now she must be thirteen.

But back to Queens. I live in a small apartment not far from where Peter lives, right down the street. I even see Tony sometimes too, picking up Peter and dropping him off after a day upstate. It's tempting to introduce myself to him just to have someone from my old life. But it's almost as if I'm just torturing myself, not letting myself be happy just because of one choice I made. It's not my fault, I know that. It's all Thanos. It's always been just Thanos. But that big purple son-of-a-bitch is dead now. I killed him shortly after he changed everything. I finished off what I started in the facility the day before my life was changed forever. I snapped his neck, disintegrated his body and moved on. I even cut my hair, and now I go by Breean again; just to make another good person from the name. And thanks to Tony, I'm a citizen of the United States of America and I have a job now. I work with kids at a small daycare not far from my new home, and that daycare is where my journey begins.

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Before you even say anything, yes I know I'm a filthy no good liar. I just couldn't help myself after the idea popped into my head. I had to make one last book....maybe 😘

          --swallow_steve 🤷😂 *