One More Time

The Forgotten

A small child was crying. Not sobbing, just a soft whimper while a steady stream of hot tears went down his face. "W-where are we going?" He asked, voice trembling. "You know we can't come with you." A kind woman replied. She had honey blonde hair, with red lips and sad smile. Her eyes were a magnificent blue. Upon seeing her, the child held his crying for a few moments, until she walked away. Another man came up, who had black hair and brown eyes. "C'mon, did you pack your things?" He asked. There was that sad smile again. The child nodded, attaching himself to the mans legs. "P-please don't go. Did I do something wrong?" The child queried. The man let out a soft chuckle. "No, no. Of course not. I did something, this is my fault." The man carefully picked up the child and planted a kiss on his head, then put him back down. "Make sure you've packed your things." He said again and walked off. The kid started crying again. "No, daddy, don't go..."

Suddenly they were in a car. It was black. The child was still crying, though he began sobbing louder. The woman tried to calm him, but was not very successful. "Honey, please-" but what she said was drowned out by the child. "M-mommy, where are we g-going?" The mothers head dropped. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I really am. But it'll be ok."

They were in front of a condo now. The child vaguely remembered who his parents were talking to. The father planted a kiss on the child's head and the mother picked him up, wrapping him in hugs and kisses. "We love you." She said in the child's ears. The father stepped forward. The child spoke up. "When are you coming back?" The couple took each others hands and stepped outside. Before closing the door, the father muttered, "we really do love you, Peter."

𐬹𐬹𐬹

Loki's eyes shot open. A wave of magic burst through the room. All that was left were a few burn marks. The doors unlocked. They were safe. Peter glanced around the room, then back at Loki. "Who were they?" Loki asked.

"You-you saw that too?" Peter asked, his voice shaky. Loki nodded. Peter swallowed and stood up, looking at his feet. "How did you-what was that?" Peter asked. Loki sat up.

"I, I could use magic to see other people's memories. But it should've been to strong a spell after what that wannabe wizard's try at magic." Loki replied.

"And what was that?" Peter asked again, this time gesturing to the wide open room, no longer filled with fire.

"I have no idea but-"

"Just, please don't. I'm sorry, I probably screwed up your magic or something, just, I don't know." Peter said, still trying to wrap his mind around the old memory. He had buried it and completely forgotten-no, almost forgotten. Sometimes that memory poked up in his dreams. But Peter hated when that happened. Then he looked at Loki. He's the god of lies Peter, he's probably making this up. He's trying to trick you. Peter thought. But then again, there was something about Loki's voice...

Peter grabbed Loki's arm again, which made Loki flinch, but he obeyed. Peter proceeded to drag him back out of the training room. "Come on. I'm taking you to the Avengers."

Sorry! Short chapter! Just trying to get to the next one! 2 chapters in one day though, hmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe I'm onto something!