A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

I'm Safe

—-Sam—-

I wake up and am immediately aware of two facts as my vision focuses I'm not where I was when I blacked out and someone's holding me. I panic noticing medical equipment in the room the last thing I can remember is being thrown into a cell. I attempt to use my abilities on reflex as an involuntary whimper escapes my lips. I feel a hand stroke my hair.

"Hush darling you're alright."

The voice is Loki's that means I'm safe. I try supporting my own weight by maneuvering off of him but as soon as I put weight on my arm I gasp in pain. I forgot about the bracers.

"Easy mortal."

He helps me position myself so I'm sitting against the wall at the head of the bed. I look down at myself and notice I'm not in that awful black hospital gown anymore I'm wearing what look like boys clothes... I'm not wearing anything underneath. I then examine my wrists to see the bracers have been replaced with bandages, gauze, and medical tape. Though I know nothing can happen to me now with Loki here something like dread is lingering with me causing me to tremble a bit as I speak.

"What... what happened?"

For some reason he looks relieved.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"I was alone in a cell."

He nods understanding my confusion.

"Peter rescued you... you were awake for some time but you didn't recognize anyone, well you eventually recognized me but I don't think fully. You fell asleep then we took you here where Strange and I removed the bracers whilst you were under anesthesia."

These must be Peter's clothes... I'm at a loss I don't remember any of that. I read that that can happen with PTSD but it's never been the case for me. It would probably be smart for me to see Johann about this. I must look as lost as I feel. Loki flashes me a reassuring smile.

"You're alright."

I nod and notice my neck feels odd I reach a hand up to it. I'm terrified as I feel the cold metal of the inhibitor collar still around my neck. I start clawing at it in a panic and Loki takes my hands preventing me from scratching the skin on my neck.

"Darling it's alright, Ned is working on removing it from his laptop as we speak, please don't hurt yourself."

I nod reluctantly and instead use my hands to hold on tightly to his. He kisses one of my hands then rubs it gently with his thumb looking at me thoughtfully.

"You scared me you know. I don't recommend doing that again."

I smile a little his teasing cutting through my anxiety over everything.

"I'll be sure to remember that next time I'm kidnapped."

He looks at me in determination his demeanor becoming deadly serious.

"There won't be a next time, not for whoever did this."

I don't even think I want to ask how he's going to ensure that it doesn't happen again. His plan probably isn't going to be pretty but I have no doubt it'll be foolproof. Instead I nod smiling slightly partially thankful that my fiancé is so dangerous. I move and lean up against him.

"Just don't get yourself into any trouble."

He wraps his arms around me.

"You ask too much of me darling."

I laugh a little.

"Fine don't get yourself into too much trouble then."

He chuckles.

"For you that may be doable."