⚠️TW: Eating Disorder/ Eating Issues⚠️
-Loki's POV-
(From the perspective of Loki)
As we pull up outside of Avengers Facility, Bruce (who I recently learnt managed to merge himself with the hulk- yes, I was confused to) and Rocket (the hamster) exit the vehicle, heading straight to an awaiting Steve Rogers.
"Did you get them?" he asks.
"Yeah." replied Bruce, hesitantly.
"What? What's wrong?" he asks, trying to see us from inside the truck.
"They're not exactly... in pristine condition." Rocket smirks knowingly, "Greasy boy got greasier."
He knows I can hear him- that little rat.
Following their move, Jane and Valkyrie exit the vehicle, looking identical to how they did two months ago.
"Look fine to me." Steve says, looking at the two of them.
"Just wait." Bruce sighs.
And that's when Thor's door swings open, stepping out of the car in his 'crocs'. I follow suit, shutting the door behind me.
"Thor? Loki?" he questions, running towards us.
"Steve! Gosh, how great to see you! Wow, you look great." Thor smiles.
"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too. Are you two alright? Do you want us to run you a bath? Get you some food? Help you out a bit?" he offers.
"No no, it is quite alright. But, me and my brother are very tired- so a place to rest would be excellent."
"What happened to you guys?" asks Steve.
"Whatever do you mean? We are fine! Two Odinsons reunited. Me and my brother have a new brotherly bond- don't we Loki?" Thor beams.
I glance at him, slightly fed up.
"See, he agrees." Thor smiles, "Let us go inside, yes?"
"Right, yeah. Inside." Bruce nods, ushering the two of us inside as Korg and Miek meet Steve.
I gradually make my way towards my old bedroom within the facility, walking through the main hall to see a huge piece of machinery being built, most of the surviving Avengers working on it.
My shoe squeaks loudly against the wet floor (which has, to my luck, just been mopped) and their heads all turn to me- and for once in my narcissistic life, I do not want all of the attention on me. So, I swiftly move up the stairs to reach my old room, the two single beds looking just as we had left them. 'We' being me and (Y/n).
I silently lie on (Y/n)'s bed, breathing in her subtle scent still lingering among the sheets as Scott Lang and Bruce Banner enter the room.
"Hey. Figured we'd find you here" Bruce says, quietly, "Thor told us you haven't been eating quite as much as he'd like. And, well, we brought you some food. In case you're hungry or whatever."
Scott brings over a small bowl of pasta, putting it on the bedside table.
"She'll be devastated to see you like this." Bruce reasons, making me shrug simply.
"This is going to work." Scott assures me, "We're gonna make sure of it."
And with those last words, the two of them leave the room.
What is the point in having hope for bullshit such as this? Honestly. Reaching into the soul stone using a quantum tunnel? They must be colossally absent-minded. I'd rather accept the fate of those we have lost instead of creating a false reality where we could possibly get them back. Because we can't. And I know that, I understand that. It's fact. And you can't fight fact.
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