I sit alone in the back as The Avengers drive us back to the tower. I hear the whispers of the kids as they talk about me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and try to ignore their stares. They have no idea what I'm going through. They have no right to judge me. They haven't been separated from their parents, ripped away from your only source of comfort. They haven't ad their lives changed in less than a minute.
No one understands. They all pity me, yet they do nothing about it. They do nothing to help me get back to my dad. They've all got their families, so why worry about the weird daughter of an incarcerated god?
They all take their families for granted. They're all able to wake up and see their moms and dads in the morning, with a promise they'll always be there for them.
As a young child, I would have nightmares that kept me up. The only thing that could calm me was my dad. And when Uncle Thor took that away from me, I had to learn how to put myself back to sleep. I had to deal with my problems by myself.
All the kids have their parents to comfort them when they're scared. They have their parents to make sure they're alright. To care for them. To chase the monsters away. To walk them in on their first day of school.
They don't understand.
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Complicated Miracle
Fanfiction13-year-old Aura was harshly taken away from her father, Loki, at the age of four. The once, happy and hyper girl, is now a sad, depressed girl. No matter what the Avengers, her caretakers, and their kids do, no one can cheer up the girl. One day, A...
