Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Ten - Scars

     I raced through the hallways, tears streaming down my face, not stopping for anything or anyone. I ignored the angry mutters of agents that I pushed past. I needed to hit something. I needed to get out the excess energy before I flamed up again from the overload of emotions going through my system. I raced to the empty training area and saw a punching bag that had been designed for Steve so that he wouldn't be able to punch it off the hanger it was on. I began to punch it as hard as I was able too, my knuckles going raw and bleeding after a few minuets but I didn't care. Every hit became harder and harder as the memories flashed through my mind. The tears kept coming and my skin was an angry orange red color, scars that were now on the surface looked an angry red color. The scars never showed up unless I had gotten one of my nightmares/memories while I was asleep. They had never been this bad before. The punches just kept coming, even harder than before, and the bag was shaking in its hanger. My worst memory bubbled to the surface and I screamed and punched straight through the bag, sand spilling out where my arm went in and my fist came out on the other side. My skin was a bright orange-red and I used my free hand to grip the top of the bag as I used my leg to drive my knee into the bag, over and over again, getting the anger out of my system. Someone yelled my name from across the room, but I ignored them, driving my knee into the bag over and over again. "Sophie! STOP!" I heard the person yell as they laid a hand on my back. It was removed quickly when the heat of my skin burned them and I spun around, one arm still caught inside the bag. I glared at Steve through tear filled eyes and saw him take a step back as he saw my eyes. I knew what they looked like, completely red. No whites, and no pupils, just red. A sob broke through when I saw the terror in his face and I slowly slid my arm out from the bag and fell to the floor, a crying mess. "I-I found Sophie." I heard Steve say into his earpiece. "We're in the training room." I just laid  in a heap on the floor, crying through the pain of the old memories and scars. Steve knelt beside me, and pushed some hair off my face, hissing in pain when he felt the burn of my skin, and he drew his hand back. Moments later, the rest of the team flew through the doorway.
        "Oh my -" Tony and Bruce started to say, but they were drowned out by Thor.
        "Lady Crest! Are you alright?!" He said in a booming voice.
        "I-I-I'm f-fine." I choked out through a sob. Bruce and Nat knelt down next to Steve and Nat reached for me.
        "Don't. Her skin will burn you." Steve said in a warning tone.
        "I-It's alright. I-I'm cooling d-down." I said in a shaking voice. I slowly pushed myself off the ground. "See?" I asked, holding out my arm or them to inspect. It was still brightly colored, but was quickly turning back to normal. then I noticed something. "My scars," I said, running a hand over them. "they aren't disappearing like normal." Bruce grabbed my arm to inspect the scars.
        "They did this to you?" he asked in a horrified voice. I huffed out a laugh and everyone looked up at me, startled.
        "If that was the worst of it, that place would have been Disneyworld." I say. I take off my shirt and I'm in front of them in a sports bra, but they aren't looking at that. Everyone is staring at the large gaping scars that cover my torso. Bruce moves around to look at the long gashes up and down my back. His eyes widen and I look back, craning my neck to look at the familiar scars. "I hated that stupid whip." I mumble. 
        "Dang." I hear Tony say under his breath as I pull my shirt back on. I see that he is looking at the ruined punching bag. "Remind me not to get on your bad side." He says and I raise my eyebrow.
        "Little late." I say as Nat helps me up. His eyes widen slightly and I roll my eyes. "I'm Kidding." I walk over to the first aid kit and start to wrap up my knuckles, but Bruce hurries over.
        "Let me do that." he says quickly and I give him a grateful smile.
        "Thanks."
        "No problem." Steve walks over as Bruce finishes up and looks around, avoiding my gaze.
        "Have a question, Cap?" I ask and he nods, waiting a second before blurting it out.
        "What is up with your eyes?" He asks, and I notice everyone look over, obviously interested.
        "They change color depending on the power set I use." I say, starting my explanation. "And the more power I use, the bigger the color gets, until it turns my eyes that color completely like you saw. Red or orange if I use the powers I received from dear old dad, and blue from the powers I got from mom." The room is silent for a moment and I see Bruce looking at the bag, and I let out a laugh. "I didn't mean to destroy that." I say, "I needed to get my anger out." Bruce nods knowingly.
        "I understand." I got up and yawned, stretched, and looked towards the group.
        "Well," I say, "Back too work." As I'm walking from the room I notice that my scars are almost completely gone. It had taken a lot longer than it normally did, but I was thankful that they were almost gone. I look at Nat, who had caught up with me.
        "Why did you tell him?" she asks.
        "I don't honestly know. When he started to complain about how bad his cushy life was, it all came pouring out." I look up at her. "In all honesty, I was going to tell him some fluffy little lie. I really don't know what happened. My mouth spoke before my brain registered what it was saying, and then it was too late." She nods as if she understands but I see that she doesn't. "I'm going to go rest for a few hours. My energy is shot." I say and she gives me a half wave before disappearing down a different hallway. I sigh and head to my room.

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        After a few hours of needed rest and cleaning up, I make my way down to the cafeteria for dinner, and I am surprised to see the whole team and Phil all around one table, laughing about something. I got my plate of food and was trying to be as quite as possible and slip out of the room before anyone saw me. No such luck. I was almost out the door when Tony saw me. "Where are you going, Fireball? We were just talking about you." I looked over at them, curiosity getting the better of me.
        "Really? What about?" Stark shook his head and pointed to the empty chair next to Phil. I rolled my eyes, and sat down in the chair.
        "We were talking about your Avengers name." He said, and I nearly choked on my hamburger.
        "What name?" I asked, surprised.
        "Well, I'm iron man," he pointed to Steve, "He's Captain America," He points to Bruce, "He's Hulk," he points to Nat, "She's Black Widow," he points to Thor, "He's Thor, and when Barton gets back we all know that he's Hawkeye." He turns to face me. "So now you need a name." I raise my eyebrows at him.
        "You brought it up. Any ideas?" I ask him.
        "Flame princess?" I wrinkle up my nose in disgust.
        "No."
        "Fireball?"
        "No." Steve butts in.
        "What about liquid blaze?" he asks, and Tony bursts out laughing. I smack him on the arm.
        "Ow!" he says. "What was that for?"
        "Laughing, it was better than anything you have come up with." Steve grinned a little at that, and Nat spoke up from the other side of the table.
        "Wait, what about just Blaze?" I think about it.
        "It has a nice ring to it."
        "I like it." Bruce says. Tony cocks an eyebrow.
        "Alright, Blaze it is." He pauses. "It's not what I would have picked."
        "Oh, Shut up, Nightlight." I say, and everyone  looks up, a questioning look on their faces.
        "Nightlight? I thought you called me light bulb?" Tony asks confused.
        "That was before I realized that you weren't bright enough in the brain to be a light bulb." I say, and Bruce bursts out laughing, and Tony looks at me, annoyed.
        "That hurt," He says, with a face of mock pain, "I'm really wounded."
        "Suck it up, Stark." I say laughing, "I thought you were Iron man."