fates grasp

The prophecy

I wake up in my room, dawns pale light flowing through my curtains. I sit up, my arm no longer in a sling and my white plaster cast replaced with a black brace. I look around my room, Thor nowhere to be found. A lush red rose adorned with a golden ribbon sits elegantly on my nightstand. I pick up the rose and sniff it delicately, its sweet scent filling my lungs. I put the rose back in its vase and momentarily forget the horrors Loki has put me through, but the memories come rushing back and i cannot help but to lie back down in sheer fear and horror as i relive Loki's cruel trick. I close my eyes tightly in an attempt to shut out the visions that rack my mind. I curl into a ball and cover my ears, Jakes words playing over again in my head. There is no one to save me, to comfort me in my time of need. I am alone. I lay defenseless Until the visions subside. Slowly i uncurl from my ball, no longer hearing Jakes words ringing in my ears, no longer seeing images of my brothers death. I walk over to the window and look out at the army base below. An army base only another reminder that there will never truly be peace and that something would always need to be defended, someone would always need to be saved. I pull up a chair and put the rose on my window sill. I quickly shower and pull on my clothes from yesterday; blue jeans and a red tank top. I then sit by the window unmoving, unwilling to face my friends and comrades not wanting their sympathy. I know in my heart that Loki had won his game, no matter how strong i was thought to be no longer matters. I am broken, shattered into a thousand pieces that don't fit together anymore. My family gone and those i do have far too busy to even begin putting back the jigsaw puzzle that is my sanity. I am vaguely aware that Thor comes in and attempts to speak to me, but gives up when he sees the distant look in my eyes. He quickly realizes that i have given up and am no longer willing to play in Loki's games, to fight for my life which i would inevitably loose at Loki's hands. Thor takes my hand in his and sits with me until the sun sets over the base and the moon and stars come out. Gently taking me in his arms he lays me in bed and walks out of my room, his fists clenched in anger. I curl up in a ball protecting myself from unknown forces as i am racked with another set of images. I eventually fall asleep, but find no rest nor peace as what once were sweet dreams turn into the nightmares that i have lived along with dreams of my worst fears coming true. I dream of Thor dying in Loki's arms his scepter piercing Thors armor and finding its way into his heart. Loki twists his scepter causing Thor a great deal of pain. I can only scream at Loki to end his torture, to take me instead. Blood slowly drips off Thors armor and begins to pool at Loki's feet as the light drains from Thor's eyes leaving them hollow and cold. A single tear falls down Loki's cheek as he mourns his brother.

"I am sorry, brother.." Loki says, the dream fading into blackness.

I wake up in a cold sweat and find my face damp from tears. I wash my face and resume my post at the window thinking about my dream. Why Thor? Why was my worst fear of his death? Slowly i come to the realization that i am in love with the god of thunder. Love a powerful and dangerous thing can be useful, yet dangerous as it clouds your vision, tainting your view of the outside world. I decide it best to ignore my feelings for now, and watch the sunrise over the base bringing new light and warmth into the cold, dark world. I watch the soldiers begin their day and attend to the many planes and other war machines currently being stored on the base. How i long to be a simple soldier, merely following orders and living as normal of a life as possible. Tony comes in, my unfinished arc reactor in hand as well as a chest of tools. He takes a seat next to me and tries to coax me into working, but settles for telling me about the new model of the suit as i sit in silence watching the people who take residence on the base carry on with their day.

Weeks pass each day the same to me; a new visitor a new way to try to bring me back into the world. My most frequent visitors being Tony, Steve, and Thor until one day Clint Takes Steves place.