Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 1

The battle had been long. 

Seemingly endless, if one were to ask any of the helpless civilians stuck in New York city when the alien army attacked, leaving thousands in terrible peril. Many died. Many lost loved ones. And none would ever be able to fully return to daily life as they had once had it. How could they, with the fresh memories of the unforeseen horrors that had come through a wormhole and invaded their homes? 

Though that peril had enclosed itself around you as well, you were not a civilian. As a trained agent of the FBI, you were able to help many of the aforementioned civilians find some semblance of safety during the attack. With the disproportionately powerful and deadly enemy you were facing, it felt hopeless. It was sheer and mindless muscle memory of your training that had kept you on your feet, plunging out into the streets to find more people left in the danger. 

It was near end of the battle when you were somewhere close the Stark Tower, fighting against three of the deadly invaders, that you found yourself losing. Though you were fast and had good reflexes, you were not used to fighting this rigorously and for such a long period of time. You were beginning to become exhausted, and three monsters at once was proving too much to handle. 

You had switched to purely fighting on the defensive when one of the beasts was suddenly split in two by an object flying too fast for you to make out. The shock of it temporarily froze you, and your savior was quick in taking out the other two aliens before your lapse in motion got you killed.

You blinked at the man before you dressed in stripes and stars. "Impressive skills," he commented with a smile. 

It took your tired mind a moment to realize it was Captain America with whom you were conversing. Or rather, who was conversing at you. "Oh. Thank you," you said, remembering to speak back.

Perhaps it was the minute of relief, or the expression that took over the soldiers face when he looked closely at you, but there was a pain in your side that you were suddenly aware of. You looked down, and noticed the blood staining your clothing from just below your rib cage and down to your waist. "Aw, hell. . . " you muttered, pressing your hand against the wound.

Steve stepped toward you, and you stepped backward. "No, it's not that bad. We don't have time. Come on, there are people here who need us."

As you said the heroic and somewhat stupidly obvious statement that only a woman missing too much blood would say to Captain America, both your attentions were suddenly diverted to the sky, where Iron Man whizzed through the air carrying the nuke that would end the battle. Not that you were aware of that in the moment.  

The next few minutes were heart-stopping as the full gravity of the situation was revealed to you. You stood next to Steve, breath held as you watched the hole in the sky, praying it would spit out Tony Stark, which of course, it did. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but that time seemed to stretch itself into thousands. 

Monsters fell around you, screaming silenced, and your overtaxed body wanted to sag in relief, while your worked up mind didn't seem to register that the fighting was finished. Steve turned to you, and you were shuffling in your pocket for your badge with one hand while keeping pressure on your side with the other. "I'm Y/n L/n," you said reflexively as you held up the badge, "FBI. Does your team have eyes on Loki?"

You didn't appear to notice that the bottom half of your identification badge had been torn off, but Steve wasn't about to point that out. He raised his hand to the ear piece he was wearing and asked, "Is Loki and the scepter secure?" He nodded to you. "The prisoner is in custody. May I...?"

It took your fogged brain a few heartbeats more than it should have to understand that he meant seeing to your wound, at the very least to make sure you weren't bleeding out. You shook your head, waving away his concern. "No, it's okay. I imagine you need to get to the rest of the team, yes? I'm coming. My superiors at the bureau will want a full account of what happened to Loki, and since I doubt his brother will allow me to take him into custody, I'd like to have Thor's account of the proceedings. Ehem, I mean, if that's okay with you, Captain."