A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Junk Food

---Sam---

He came back! I feel kind of pathetic for being so overjoyed at Loki's return to the room. I had for sure thought that it would be one of the nurses or a guard coming in to sedate me again, when the door started to open but it was just Loki. What a odd thought to have I realize silently. Despite my own logic and well any logic I'm somehow inclined to trust him. Am I stupid? Maybe, but he feels safe and hasn't let me down so far.

It's the first time in years I've seen someone display anger and it not be directed towards me but towards what was done to me. Admittedly seeing his angry expression though subtle caused me fear. However each time I saw it he again proved why he's the only person I've interacted with that I don't feel terrified of since I left the X-mansion that fateful night.

For whatever reason he's treated me with gentleness I would never expect from someone with his reputation. My mind again starts to wander back to that first night after my abduction and I quickly push the memories away. I instead try to focus on the small positives I've found in my new situation but I quickly loose focus. The past few days haven't been as bad as the other place I guess.

It's nice to wear clothes again rather than my usual dress of being only in a bra and underwear (even wearing that little only happened if I was lucky). I love how warm I am even if it's not the most comfortable material I'm still just happy to be wearing clothes like an actual person. S.H.I.E.L.D hasn't done much to hurt me either.

Nothing that would cause me pain was done without anesthesia (either local or general) but that didn't stop the fear. Even if they are S.H.I.E.L.D I still don't trust them especially after they made me bathe. Part of me knows I had to get clean but I was so afraid of the staff here and I couldn't do it on my own because of my injuries. They forced me into stripping down and taking a bath.

I know it was done for my own good as I certainly couldn't do it myself but... well... I just really want to go home. If anyone should be helping me through this it should be the X-men but of course I'm not allowed to go home. I'm an unidentified mutant which probably means the M.R.D is just waiting for the right opportunity to swoop in and take custody of me from S.H.I.E.L.D.

I hope I can stay with S.H.I.E.L.D not because I like it here at all but because it's the lesser of two evils when it comes to the two organizations and it has the added benefit of the possibility that Loki will show up regularly and I can feel a glimmer of safety. Loki obviously doesn't want me to know who he is, and I wonder if it's because he doesn't want to scare me.

He hasn't introduced himself to me yet but I'm in no position to judge him on that as I haven't introduced myself either. He's carrying a first aid kit along with an armful of snacks I haven't had in forever. He catches me eyeing the snacks and smiles. His smile is cute I find myself thinking. 'Whoa Sam where did that come from?'

"Thought you might be hungry."

I nod and he lays the snacks out on the bed. I had lost my appetite these past few days due to fear but now upon spotting one of my favorite candy bars along with a can of root beer my hunger comes rushing over me. I grab them and begin to eat Loki looks relieved, they must have told him that I haven't been eating.

"May I see your wrists?"

It's not a problem this time and I hold out one of my wrists towards him without hesitation. He takes it and gently starts applying first aid.

"How's your leg?"

He's trying to start a conversation with me. As much as I want to talk to him the fear from what has happened too many times when I've opened my mouth takes over. I can't seem to get my mouth to cooperate and settle on shrugging. He looks a bit disappointed but not surprised. He nods then finishes up applying first aid to both my wrists in silence. I appreciate that he's not pressing me but I'd like to hear him talk, the way he speaks and his Britishy I guess Asgardian accent is soothing.

After a couple minutes of eating I feel full. It feels good to have a full stomach. I sit back in the bed I feel tired. I should sleep but I've been too scared to sleep so far. As if he could read my mind Loki comes and sits next to me. I lean into him when he does, and he wraps his arms around me. My brain is a broken record but I can't help but think yet again, about how this feels safe.

"You need rest."

I look up at him I know he can tell I'm scared. I don't want him to leave while I'm sleeping again.

"It's alright you're safe and... I'll be here when you wake up."

I look at him and raise my eyebrows a bit I want to trust him, but he left last time. He cups my face in his hand. 

"I promise you I'll be right here."

For some reason this is enough for me to lean against him and close my eyes. He guides me into a laying position and tries to sit up, but I hold on, so he gives up and lays there with me. I fall asleep clinging to him like a lifeline.