Spiderfrost

Chapter 9

Loki's POV

Warning: angst.

By the time we get back, Peter is asleep. I tuck him in gently, kissing his forehead and asking Friday to tell me if anything happened. I then close the door and sink to the floor, my back pressed up against the wall. I then do something I have only done once before, when my mother died.

I cry. Silent, quiet crying, but still crying. Water dripping from my eyes and down my cheeks staining my eyes red.

I have never felt more helpless in my life. What is going to happen?

I just sit there for what feels like forever. I don't know what's happening or how long it has been until I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I look up to see Natasha standing there, a single treat falling out of her eye and rolling down her cheek. Wait, a tear? Natasha is crying?

Of course she is, I tell myself. We all are.

She slides down next to me and looks away, more tears falling. Silent, like mine, but there all the same.

"What are we going to do?" I finally ask, trying to have something to cling to.

"Help Peter. Get him a therapist. Talk to Tony and Steve." She sighs. "That is all we can do really."

I nod, not sure what else to do myself. Life is falling apart so fast I don't even know what to do. My only. Hope is that Natasha can help us fix it.

I close my eyes and remember all the things we have done together. Star Wars binging, making anything and everything with legos, the time on the swing went Natasha found out, flying around the city with him, eating hot dogs on a roof...

I sigh. Natasha hears and gives me a look that says "it will be ok." I try to believe that. I really do.

It has to be.

Ok, that was short but sweet (I hope!)

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Also, should I finish this story in one chapter or two? Your choice.

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- Beepbookgirl