Legend

Ultron

I get to the party my father is throwing in celebration of my return and getting the scepter. I haven't talked to anyone but Thor and my dad.

I sit at the bar a down 3 drinks of any liquor Natasha gave me. I look at her and realize she can understand the torture haunting me.

Steve sits down right by me.

"You're not dressed fancy for a party," he says. I chuckle.

"I don't really care," I reply.

"Did I do something to you?" Steve asks.

I shake my head. I take the next drink Natasha passes to me.

"Your friend 'Bucky' did and I can't help but think of him when I look at you," I explain.

Steve looks at me. "I swear to you that wasn't Bucky," Steve defends.

"I know I could feel it. But it doesn't stop the fact that I was kidnapped and was tortured just like him," I explain. I down that drink too. It doesn't do much. Natasha slides me a full cup.

"Thor!" I yell. I get his attention. "I need you to fill this up!"

Thor looks concerned. He puts some of whatever is in his flask in. I chug it down like crazy. He looks concerned.

I laugh. I go sit down on the couch and look up at the ceiling. I wish I could go to Asgard.

Thor sits by side and I look at him.

"Did you drink too much?" He asks.

"I didn't. I just needed enough to calm my nerves. Which it did," I answer.

"What happened to you?" Thor asks.

I look away from him. I shake my head.

"Pain," I answer.

Thor puts his hand on my shoulder. I look back at him. He has good intentions.

I lay down on his lap and look up at him.

"How's Jane?" I ask.

He smiles. "She's great. It's a possibility she's up for a Nobel prize," he answers.

I smile.

"That's amazing," I reply.

I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes. "Tell me about how Loki is doing," I whisper.

I can feel the pit in his stomach. I sit up and look at him worried. This can't be good.

"Thor," I say.

"Loki died," Thor says. I shake my head.

It actually makes sense why the tattoo looks different now.

"You don't remember?" Thor asks.

"Of course I don't remember. I was being tortured for the last 18 months," I answer.

He looks confused.

"No you were there when Loki died," Thor says.

That doesn't make sense. I get this sensation.

"May I do something very personal?" I ask.

He nods. I touch his cheek and close my eyes.

I stand there watching from afar. I see Thor, Jane, Loki and myself. This was a year ago. I shake my head.

This isn't possible.

"I'll tell father what you did today," Thor cries.

While I'm standing by Jane. I'm fighting my tears and keeping it together.