Found (Loki Soulmate Story) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Eight

(Your Pov)

You arrived in the tower living room not an hour later. Well, almost an hour later. Half an hour was spent over a milkshake and talking with the waitress, who just happened to have some really great insight about your life. It was as if she knew every loophole to the story- as if she was the author.

Well, the author of the perfectness of your life. How to get it back on track. Besides that though...

You arrived an hour later, sulking and letting the entirety of the situation overwhelm you. MJ probably wanted to know how it went- actually, everybody probably wanted to know.

But you sucked it up. You put on the most realistic fake happy face you could muster, if only for Peter's sake. His reaction was a normal one, and was practically expected. It wasn't hoped for, but now that you thought about it- you were expecting him to react like that. Knowing him, he would never have been fine with dating you when he knew you had a soulmate. And met your soulmate. Peter was wholesome like that. You were practically cheating.

And you hated cheating.

So now you're chewing yourself up, trying to get over it. You didn't want to talk to anybody, yet you needed a shoulder to cry on. Someone to tell you that it's ok, you're still valid.

Because right now you felt like shit.

"So, how'd it go?" You glued that happy mask to your face as if your life depended on it, and pretended that it went great. You could tell them all later anyway.

"Great! I'm going to the lab though, if anyone needs me." You respond, heading in that direction. You never reached the lab though, instead taking a secret pulley elevator up to your floor.

All your secret passageways really did help around the tower. Like now, if you wanted to hole up in your room for the rest of the night. Ice cream would've been appreciated, except that there was no way you'd get out of that without an excuse. The team was all in perfect view of the fridge, so you were really out of options for comfort snacks.

You flop onto your bed to cry your life's intake of water out in tears. You ignore the texts from MJ, you ignore the throb of your soulmate connection, you ignore the footsteps down the hall. You simply bask in your stupidity in the dark, the only thing you're happy about being that you have all weekend to figure everything out.

*

"Knock Knock!" Natasha's voice called through the door, as it opened briefly. The lights from the hallway bounced around the room, enlightening your disheveled form. You were probably a mess.

And then the door closed again. No one entered, and she didn't say anything. Surely she had seen you though, right?

"Get up." The door opened again, as Natasha sat on the bed next to you. She had come back. She came back for you.

You sit up from your miserable position, trying to rein in everything. Nat didn't- shouldn't have to see you like this. It was your fault anyways.

"Miba, play the Princess Diaries." Nat called to your personal AI, dragging you over to the couch. "And have the sequel ready."

"Sure thing, miss murder-ina." Your AI sassed back, using the name you had referred to Natasha as just one time. Murder-Ballerina, but combined. You had been locked out of every system for two weeks as unofficial punishment.

Nat smiled this time though, as the two of you plopped on the couch. Natasha's arms were suddenly full of snacks, which caught you majorly off-guard. So that was where she had gone.

"Natasha, you really don't have to do this." you tell her, as the first movie starts playing.

"No, but I want to." She cuddled you close, opening a bag of mnm's along the way. "No one should spend the aftermath of their first date alone."