(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters with Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson as the main characters - and also includes a Steve Rogers romance side story with... well you'll have to see :))))
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Once upon a time, there was...
I smirk at him. "Come on big guy. Let's find you some pants."
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He snickers and looks down with embarrassment.
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WANDA:
We spend a while driving through the city in silence. When we found the entrance ramp to the highway was blown up we had to take some alternative routes as the last of the sunlight creeps below the horizon.
We pass decimated buildings and ghost towns, everyone either evacuated or... left here. The radio in the car plays whatever station we can get anymore. It's just news of course. Martial law and warnings for people to stay underground or find shelter.
There are no more bombs being fired on the city, but we can still see the silhouette of Nebula's ship in the sky, the sun highlighting the edges of the massive orb through blankets of cloud.
I look around me, seeing people walking in the streets and smiling, waving at each other. They are all doing what they have done every day... I wonder to myself what their stories are—that's when the bombs hit and the aliens scatter about killing mercilessly—blood and pain—
I cringe and blink away the images.
"Wanda," A gentle voice says with concern.
I open my eyes and look into Steve's blue ones, letting them calm me.
His are then cast down and he reaches over to turn off the radio, fiddling with it a bit too much.
I'm not in the mood to laugh but I do smile at his struggle and lean over to press the power button myself. "I'm sorry... my mind has a way of... taking me," I tell him.
His eyes are on the road again. "...I would think an enhancement like that would make your mind a very cluttered place... nightmares and anxiety..."
"Both... yes..." I look at my fingers that fumble together. "I've learned to live with it over the years. They're a part of me now."
"They don't have to be."
I look over at him as if he knows something I don't.
He glances at me and turns his expression serious. "I may seem like the kind of guy who is always in control and never frightened or stressed or... depressed. But the truth is I go through the same stuff you do, Wanda."
"Not exactly," I say that sounds spiteful but it's not how I meant it.
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