I wonder around the base idly that day in just army pants, a t-shirt, and a loose fitted military jacket made for men.
I don't talk really, just watch the others go about what they are supposed to do as I just behave in deep thought.
Loki is no where to be found but I don't search for him.
I try to convince everyone that they should get Barton's family and the others out of here, take them to the military camps up north but they... they just don't listen. I can't tell them about the invasion and I know they wouldn't believe me either. Anything I try is useless.
All I can do was just go on with our plan...
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I walk around then, not sure what to do... until I spot Agent Barton sitting on some large hunks of rubble in deep thought. His wife had just been speaking to him not long ago and I don't know what he's thinking about.
I hesitate. He doesn't see me as I am at a good distance from him... as I stand there. I haven't ever spoken to him... not really. At this point I have talked deeply to everyone in this base except him... maybe there's a reason for that...
But I need this.
I step up casually and sit down on the ground close to where he is, leaning against a barrier. "...I didn't know you had kids," I eventually say.
"No one did. I kept them secret from everyone, even S.H.I.E.L.D... but Hydra is something else."
"I learned long ago they are as unavoidable as the air we breathe, and as numerous as the stones under your feet... I've just learned how to cheat the system over the years."
He thinks on that but doesn't say anything.
I pull out a flask and take a sip before offering it to him.
He frowns and looks at me questioningly.
"It's Stark's," I say plainly.
He shuts his eyes as if to say "yeah I thought so" and then takes it, drinking one gulp. "...I never got to properly... apologize Esther I know that won't mean anything to you—"
"It does... It wasn't your fault and you being so hard on yourself about it is enough for me." I rest my arm on my propped up knee. I try not to pull the memory of that tragedy back. I have grown so much since then it seems like ages ago.
"But nothing could make that okay... not even a stupid mind control magic trick."
"If mind control meant you earned no forgiveness then Paul wouldn't have existed. Demons, mind control, Thanos, Satan, it's all the same... We are all in the dark and we all have our own demons. Some are different than others. But it doesn't make us unforgiveable or unable to receive mercy and redemption... Not in my eyes..." I look down, "...or His..."
He is looking at me now... perhaps thinking that I may be describing someone else. But at the same time very surprised I could forgive him after how I reacted when we first met.
"I see God's mercy through you, Esther. You may want to be hardcore at times but you've changed. You're someone completely different and everyone sees it... And you've changed him..."
I look at him, knowing he's speaking of Loki.
"Thor's right. You've brought him back... and that's given us all some hope." He looks into the setting sun.
I look down and want to smile a bit, remembering when Thor told me back on the Helicarrier about his hope that I could revive his brother and make him whole again.... Have I gotten that far yet? I'm not completely sure... but I will get there. I know there's a promise of forgiveness and renewal for him.
"...But if you really do forgive me... I'm not sure how to thank you enough... I know I don't deserve that."
"We are not good, Clint," I look at him. "We have good in us but without each other we cannot be good. There are things we all regret and things we shouldn't blame ourselves for. Our lives aren't in our own hands. You are forgiven, Barton but I tell you that I know now it really wasn't your fault... can you forgive yourself? For all of it?"
He looks at me with a serious gaze as he thinks on that and doesn't know how to reply at first... "...I will... in time."
I nod and look down. I know this is settled between us, and the closure feels very good. I know now that he's just depressed from our conversation so I do what I do best and try to cheer him up now that he doesn't have anything to be sad about. I don't want that.
I get up and plop beside him on the rubble. "So tell me, how do your kids like having a spy for a dad?" I smile.
He chuckles and looks down, grinning. He is about to speak when his eyes catch someone and he looks behind him.
I look over my shoulder at Thor who stands there. He looks confused as he furrows his brows in a serious way. "Loki's... missing."
I mirror his expression slowly and then stand up. "What do you mean 'he's missing'?" I demand almost angrily.
"All I know is no one can find him, my lady."
Clint is standing now too as I approach Thor. "Did anyone see him walk off? He can't possibly..." my eyes drift as I try to think.
"We've searched the entire base. We were hoping he might be with you but... it seems he is no where to be found at all."
My eyes widen as I think where could he have gone... and then it hits me... He wouldn't... right?
"Shit," I curse and move past him, towards the base. I walk fast and go straight to the garage to find... the bike is missing.
I stand there, infuriated. He wouldn't dare! But he did! I run my hand over my head to my ponytail in stress as I breathe hard. I roar in anger and slam my foot against the car in here, making a dent in it as I take out my frustrations. What is he thinking? What is he planning to do? Get to the Omega by himself? Destroy it without me? Where would that leave him? He would never get there without me! And if he did, he would get himself killed trying to destroy the Omega. Who knows what it can do?
Oh gods... he's going to die and it's all my fault.
I didn't want to disturb him?
I should have found him after we woke up!
I can't believe this is happening.
I am breathing rather raggedly and I crouch down with my hands on my head.
"Esther," Thor's voice catches my thoughts as he walks into the garage.
"He's gone..." I mutter, not standing, turning, or even looking at him.
"Where has he gone, Esther?"
"I don't know," I almost sound on the verge of tears but I can't tell how I am upset... I think it's anger. "...this is all my fault."
"What's happening?" Pietro asks. I hadn't even known when he came in here.
"Loki's disappeared," Barton tells him.
"Oh great. The God of Mischief without someone to keep an eye on him..." he sighs.
Thor has as hand on my shoulder. "I do not think that is what we must worry of," he speaks grimly.
"If he left he's dead," I mutter.
They listen, staying quiet... and then I finally get up. "He's gone. He'll be dead out there without me, as I would be dead without him. He's abandoned me and I wasn't there to stop him. He's a dead man."
"He's not doomed. Loki can handle himself against some thugs," Clint tells me.
I laugh dryly. "If only that was all that was out there."
"What are you talking about, Esther?" Pietro questions.
I look at all of them who seem equally puzzled. "...You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I say, recalling each time I tried to warn them.
"I'm going to find Loki," Thor states sternly.
"No don't," I protest. "You'll never find him before the sun sets. And if you're out there after dark... Well I don't want to lose you too. We don't have a choice."
"Can't we use a ship to find him? How far could that bike go?" Clint asks.
"There should be tracks in the dirt. I can go," Pietro smirks from his super speed.
"No!" I shout all of a sudden. "I won't change the plan! I'm not going to have any of you die! Not again! We can't do this! Everyone needs to stay indoors tonight or we're doomed! Got that?!"
"So you expect me to let my brother die out there as you put it?" Thor questions.
"No. I expect you to stay here while he runs off to safety, because if you go try and look for him you'll die too. And you can't do that to Jane."
He hesitates with a hard look on his face.
I approach him and speak quieter, "I need you here to look after her. I need you to make sure she and Darcy stay inside the base at all times. If they step foot outside they're dead. Understand?"
He doesn't know why I speak this way... But when he looks into my eyes he can see something behind them, a real warning that knows what horrid fate would await anyone tonight if they didn't listen. So he nods... and looks to his companions.
They look at me suspiciously.
I want to ball my hands into fists and scream but I also want to cry like a teenager. I shut my eyes before either one happens and I take a deep breath.
Clint has to return inside when Nat calls for him. But the other two look at me still.
"So that's it...?" Pietro asks.
"There's nothing more we can do..." I mutter, casting my eyes down. "I don't have a whole lot of options..."
He sighs and can totally see past my strong outer shell, probably because his sister does the same thing and he knows her so well. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I look up at him, our eyes locked as I send him images of our relationship over the past "few weeks" that don't exist in his eyes. But he understands and he feels my pain at the situation. "Come here, kitten," he says and gives me a hug. I embrace him gladly and shut my eyes... At least I know everyone here will be okay... so long as I protect them... and something else tells me that I'll see Loki again... sooner than I think.
But for now I focus on doing whatever I can to continue with my own plan.
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WANDA MAXIMOFF:
I wander around until I lean against the doorway to the training room, spotting Steve Rogers there packing away some gloves in a sack. Pietro had been hammering him earlier about questions that would confuse him to death; all about things in today's century. He was having fun doing that and joking with him.
I bite my lip and speak up as he doesn't notice me. "I hope my brother didn't bother you too bad with his mockery..."
He chuckles. "No don't worry... Stark was worse when it comes to mocking me about my age."
I smile, almost laughing but not quite and walk up to him as he turns to look at me, the same sweet smile on his lips and cute eyes.
"I can see that... but Pietro can be just as much of a bitch I swear."
He chuckles against and looks down. "Nah he's fine. When it comes to teasing I can handle myself pretty well. It doesn't affect me." He looks at me.
"So you wouldn't mind if I called you 'old geezer' or 'little granny'?" I lift my brows.
He holds back an overly amused chuckle and looks away, giving in. "Alright that would be weird."
I giggle at that finally... and longer than I planned to.
He is chuckling a little now and giving me that look that I feel weird when I meet his eyes. So I just look away and bite my lip. "...We're very grateful you know..."
He listens carefully...
"Pietro and I were both shown mercy by the Avengers when we didn't deserve it..." My smile has fades and I look down.
"Everyone deserves a second chance... Especially you two. You were being used just like Dr. Selvig and even Loki... so as Esther says... I'm still not entirely convinced he's on our side."
"...What is 'our side'...?" That's a question I've been asking for far too long.
"It's the side that doesn't want to see humanity extinct... That much I know."
I frown a little and look up at him, remembering how bad everything is... "Do you really think...?"
"I don't know... I know it's another World War... But this time I don't even know what we're fighting for..."
"Well like you said... we're fighting to save humanity...?" my eyes look into his that don't return my gaze... until they do.
"I just hope we don't have to lose more on the way..."
"...Did you lose someone in your war?" I ask quietly, almost not even thinking before I asked that.
He thinks and looks down. "...I lost a lot of people..."
"...Your family?"
"...My parents both died when I was young... and then in the war... I lost my best friend..."
"...I know what it feels like... I lost both my parents too... but we weren't in a war... we were just having dinner..." I look down as the memory comes back for a second time today and push it from my mind. I swallow away any pain. "I'm sorry I... shouldn't bother you about my pity story... I just... that memory was brought up in my mind and I..." my voice cracks, "I relived it... all over again..."
There is a quiet moment and I can just feel the sympathy from his eyes. "...It's okay..." he says... giving me permission to shed tears if that's what I need.
I shut my eyes and look down. The tears burning behind him, clawing to escape like a hungry animal. I try to push them back but one of them trails down my cheek and my hand goes to my mouth.
I don't expect him to do this but his arms wrap around me in comfort. I didn't know it was what I needed but it certainly is. And I shrink into his embrace like a child, my head against his chest as I let a few more tears fall. "I miss them..." I whisper with a quivering voice.
He places a hand on my head and doesn't speak, but I can feel the comfort through his embrace that is as warm as a hug from my brother but in a different way. It is odd for me but I like it. I don't know him but... I feel like I do. I mean he is so genuine; so true, that there is nothing hidden about him. Especially since I had read his mind earlier today. It was as if his whole life flashed before my eyes and suddenly I knew him. I've never had an experience like that before... at least... not quite like that.
There's a connection here I am unfamiliar with. And whatever it is it makes me feel comfortable with him... almost as comfortable as I am with my own brother.
I was never given the proper time to mourn over the loss of my parents. And now it feels good to let a few tears fall.
Though my natural impulse of embarrassment makes me sniff and wipe them away. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. Shedding tears doesn't mean you're weak," he says as I pull back enough to look in his eyes, "It just means you've had to be strong for too long."
My eyes dance in his that seem so kind and gentle. Why—How was I ever so infuriated with all of them? How could I be heartless enough to try to kill someone like him? I had been so blind before... so blind.
"I know how it feels to lose someone you care about... When I lost my mother before the war... someone was there for me. But when he died I had no one... You're lucky to have your brother and... and as long as you need someone if... he's not there for you—if something happens... Well I just want you to know that I'll be here for you too..."
I had never gotten an offer like that and the look in his eyes is completely good and genuine... The smile is subtle and sweet and it brings a warm feeling to my cheeks and heart. I mirror his look and glance down away from his gaze to hold back any smile before looking back up at him. "Well how can I refuse such a kind offer when you're looking at me like that?"
He lets a wide smile show as he holds back a chuckle and looks to his right.
"Oh no... Captain America is not blushing is he?" my hands come up to wrap around his neck playfully as I mess with him.
He fails to chuckle at that and he gives me a look. "No I am not, thank you."
"I think you are," I give him a look.
He returns it with a frown on his eyes but his mouth still grins. "I think anyone would blush when you accuse them of it."
"Does it work that way?"
"Of course... See? You are now."
"Nice try, Stars and Stripes, but I am not."
"Well you are now. Now that I've accused you. See?"
I frown but then crack a giggle. "What—?"
"I'm just saying it's what happens," he explains with his brows lifted, amused by this conversation as I am.
I giggle slightly. "And here I was thinking the only person who could make me laugh and cry, then laugh again within ten minutes was Pietro."
"Well then I guess I'm not just anybody," he holds back a very cute smirk that makes me feel weird and I return with a strange look on my face before failing to hold back some laughter. "You are so... annoying."
He chuckles at me cutely and I return it, laughing a little. That's when I realize his hand is on my waist and I almost shiver.
"If I'm so annoying then why are you still smiling at me like that?" He asks cutely.
"Perhaps I find your annoying behavior amusing, old man."
"Ouch. Do I really look that old to you?"
I frown playfully. "I'd say at least ninety-five—..."
"Why 'at least'? If you're guessing ninety-five just say ninety-five," he says with offense.
"You want ninety-six?"
"No ma'am," he says defensively.
I laugh and he does the same.
Laughing. At a time like this?
But I don't feel bad about it. Pietro once said a world without laughter is a cold one.
And it's not often that I do laugh. Why does Steve make that come out in me?
I smile at him when the laughter dies down. He's made me feel better... and that means a lot. "Thank you..." I say to him before leaning up on my toes to place a little kiss on his cheek.
"For what?" He smiles with his eyes.
"For making me laugh at a time like this despite all that has happened today," I look at him with stars in my eyes.
He smiles sweetly and nods a "you're welcome" to me, his eyes just as adorable.
We hear activity in the main room and I look over my shoulder, his gaze following and both of our smiles fading.
I look back at him and his brow is set. I turn and we both head there to join the others. I stay at the doorway as I watch him go and then someone zaps up to stand next to me.
I look at Pietro who tilts his head to the side at me.
"What?" I ask.
"What's wrong with your face?"
I frown and my hand comes to my cheek. "What do you mean?"
He thinks for a moment and then realizes something. "...Oh I see..."
"See what? Don't tease me, Pietro. You always over-analyze things."
"Oh that's your job," he smirks at me like he always does.
I roll my eyes and am about to walk away but he puts a hand on my shoulder and looks closer at me.
"Now what?" I ask rather coldly.
But he just looks concerned... "...Are you okay?" he almost whispers.
Of course. He had seen remains of tears somehow. I don't know how he does it but he always knows when I've been crying. I glance over at Steve who meets my eyes from where he is, throwing me a subtle smile for a short moment. I look back at Pietro with strength and warmth in my eyes. "I am now..."
His brows are furrowed but he nods a little back and brings me close to give me a casual peck on the top of my head. I return by ruffling his hair and walking off, smirking.
ESTHER:
I take charge of things to make sure people are prepared as much as I can. And when they don't really react I just move on. I won't let anyone die tonight. Not on my watch. If Loki is going out there for a good reason then I better make sure I do my part... even though I know that reason isn't good enough... there's nothing I can do...
I pull my hair into a tight ponytail and strip from my clothing. I fit into my S.H.I.E.L.D. suit and fit all the belts and holsters where they need to be. I load up gear into everything, grabbing grenades and extra ammunition before fitting my guns where they go.
Even if the others don't know of the alien attack, they are full aware an attack is always possible with Nebula's ship above the city and from the recent unexpected Hydra ambush this morning...
They watch me gather things and prepare, not knowing precisely why I am doing this but feeling it's also wise to prepare for the worst. Steve knows this well now. And I argue with some of them now.
"Get your wife and kids to the inner cell now," I tell Barton.
"Why? What are you not telling us? Is something out there?"
"Not yet. But if you value their lives you'll do as I say."
He looks back at Rogers who stands there... a serious look on his face before he says, "Do as she requests."
He is confused but they get them back there and Pepper eventually is persuaded along with Darcy. Jane doesn't go yet but we load her up with a rifle.
I sit at the table with guns piled on as I rip thick tape and wrap it around flashlights under the barrels of each weapon.
I work and pass out as much as I can for everyone's defense. But I wonder if it will help in the end.
I wait outside as they still work hard on the scanning systems and game plan for what the next move would be.
The air of the night is chilled but it doesn't affect me. Sometimes I think I'm cold blooded...
The gentle breeze blows at some stray pieces of my dark hair as I watch the horizon... the city with no glow as the moon creates just enough light to see the outline of skyscrapers...
"What are you looking for?" a voice asks from behind me.
Natasha is good at not making any sound, isn't she?
"...I'm waiting..."
"For what?"
"For the sky to come down..." I say plainly as I don't look back over my shoulder at all.
She doesn't reply to that... and she walks around slowly, stopping when she eventually gets to my side and looks out to where I do, but still a good distance to my left...
"You got us all worked up now. You'd think we were ready for the end of the world..."
I think on that and my gaze casts down a tad. "It won't be if I can help it..." I say quietly.
"... ...Just make sure the strive to do what's right all on your own doesn't lead you to do something foolish..." she says, a bit in a lost way.
I look at her. "Do you speak from experience?"
She glances down. "...It took me a long time to realize it but... sometimes not everything is best done alone... Sometimes it's better to have an army at your back... a small one that will do what it takes to save both you and the world..."
"...You sound like Steve," I mutter quietly with a thoughtful slight smile.
"Well then I guess I spend too much time with that fossil," she almost chuckles a tad.
I breathe out one small hint of a laugh...
After a long moment of thinking I ask quietly and out of curiosity, "Why do Barton's kids call you 'Aunty Nat'?"
She hesitates but then answers, "It's not because we're related but... I don't know I've known them since they were newborns. I used to visit Laura and the kids when Clint and I came back from missions... I was the only one in S.H.I.E.L.D who knew about them. They just... got attached..." she holds back something I can tell. She sounds more like a machine giving a necessary reply than the human inside her.
So I turn around and sit down on a barrier, eyeing her. "Natasha the world is coming to an end... Can we be honest with each other... truly?"
She gives me a serious look and thinks about that before sitting by me. "I don't know what answer you are expecting..."
"You've been talking to them... looking at them since they got here. You're gentle with them and they seem to love you so much... There's something else in there..."
She smiles a tad in thought as she looks at the ground. "They're sweet... and kind and innocent... everything I am not." There is longing in her voice. I used to think she was all hardcore... but something here tells me where her soft spot really is. "I remember holding the boy for the first time... So small and fragile... So pure... It was like holding a tiny angel in my arms..." she is looking out in a lost way as she speaks. "...Then I imagined what it would be like to have my own and..." she stops herself and looks down. "To watch it grow... say my name for the first time... cradle it close when they got scared..." She seems to have almost forgotten who she is talking to and is merely speaking from her heart alone... this is something she's thought about so much in her life and something tells me that...
"You can't have them... can you?" I almost whisper.
She takes a deep breath. "No... It's part of... well where I was trained they... make sure you are... incapable of pregnancy forever... It makes it easier to kill... to live a life only as the assassin they made me... nothing more." She seems so hurt by this fact... a deep wish within her that she could change it or do her life over. It's heartbreaking to think of someone who wants children so badly and cannot have them... won't be able to look at their tiny face and watch the baby's eyes open to see her for the first time... or hold their hand when they learn to walk.
I never really thought about having kids until I was engaged... not even then that much. I told myself I would have them if I did but... never dwelled on it... I suppose I do want them now that I think about it... very much...
But I feel so bad now and a lump has formed in my throat and her eyes almost glaze over. This is not something about her that she shares. In fact something tells me the only other person she has told this to was Barton. I just don't know what words I could say that would be enough. "I'm sorry" just doesn't cut it... not by a long shot.
My hand reaches down to wrap with hers and I lean my head on her shoulder in comfort. The heaviness I feel is nothing compared to the weight of her sadness. I don't have to use telepathy to know this...
Something catches my attention.
A sound.
I lift my head and look toward the horizon for a long moment before I see something in the clouds... a light. I frown and stand up, squint a little as I walk forward to see it better...
Natasha steps up a bit more as she spots it too.
It falls like a lost star from the thick clouds... slowly down onto the city.
"...There's the end of our world..." I say, greeting it like it's an old friend.
I slowly comes down as Natasha whispers, "Oh my g..." and goes back to warn the others, seeing more of them come down gradually like the sky is collapsing onto us in tears of fire...
I watch it with my hair blowing back as if waiting for the flames to consume me...
As I begin to hear the crashing sounds in the city I clutch my weapon. I will be prepared for it this time—
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I open my eyes to see a dark wall... bed.
It takes a long moment before I finally frown and sit up...
Loki.
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I run through the halls and shove past Steve, ignoring him when he questions me and continue down through the base until I find the training room... There at the far end looking over the table is my companion. He doesn't notice me...
"Where the hell have you been?" I demand almost in a rage as I begin to walk up to him.
He immediately shuts his eyes as if to heave an internal sigh.
I continue to approach. "I asked you a question dammit!"
"I'm going out there alone," he says almost as loud but refusing to look at me.
"You what?" I stop a couple feet from him.
"I'll go out there and find a safe path for you then bring you along when it's clear—"
"You're not stepping another foot out there before I blast your head off you son of a bitch! You had me worried sick! What makes you think you can make decisions without my consent when my life is connected to yours?!"
"If I had asked you, you would have just refused."
"Damn right I would have refused! We stay together! We're a team! You can't do this to me!"
"Do you think this is all easy for me? Do you think that I want to fight this war alone? You can't always have it your way. We need to figure something out. Something else." He walks around the table to the other side and looks things over again.
"I'm not changing our plans again! This is the only way to win! This is our only option! You said so yourself!"
"But it can't be!" he admits with his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. "There must be another way." He begins to walk towards the exit.
"There isn't another way!"
He stops when I speak.
"Why are you trying to change it all now?! Why do you want to cast me aside as if I am suddenly no help at all?! You and I do this together! Why do you want to destroy what we worked so hard to—?!"
"I can't watch you die again!" he snaps, shouting louder than I was as he turns suddenly to face me.
I hesitate, not saying a word as I am taken aback by his snap suddenly. I finally realize the depth of this statement in the silence that follows it.
His eyes are wide and full of pain like I've never seen before. What he has gone through has scarred him... and that is all of the reason he is doing this... I can tell.
All of this is because he can't see it happen again, the image of the last time we were on the field haunting him. I feel even worse now about not seeing him after we had woken up...
He loves me.
He really does... ever so much...
I realize now that his words have stunned me, a look of complete heartbreak on my face as I stand there...
There is only sheer pain in his eyes; agony he feels like he cannot escape. He shuts his eyes. "Do you know there's a delay on my end...?" he starts.
I don't know what he's talking about so I remain silent.
"...After you've died it takes me about a minute before I die..."
I think on that and then realize this... he's seen every painful and horrid death I've gone through; even the ones where he killed me himself. He's witnessed the life leaving my body, my mangled, burned, ripped, shredded body ever time I have died... This dawns on me now and makes my heart feel like the weight of a thousand pounds. My breath comes out barely in a quivering way as my eyes slightly fall from his and a shocked but heartbroken expression is plastered on my small face.
No words could express the look in his eyes, the scar that laces his green irises. And just the same no words can describe how I feel in this moment... now that he's confessed this.
"Why didn't you tell me?" my voice asks in a shaky whimper.
He swallows and his eyes leave mine.
I walk forward slowly as he looks away from me, almost in a shameful way as tears glaze his eyes.
But I reach up to him when we stand an inch apart, my fingers touching his soft cheek to turn his face towards me. He looks broken...
I feel my expression hold infinite sympathy as I look into his eyes. I am surprised my own voice doesn't crack. "If we stay together, you won't have to go through it ever again..." I speak softly and quietly. "I died because I was foolish and ran off alone... I won't do that again I promise. You can protect me... guard me... But we stay together..."
He shuts his eyes to try and fight back any painful tears.
I take my other hand and rest it on his opposite cheek, looking at him until he reopens his eyes. "...You die, I die... remember?"
He swallows and looks at me with a heartbroken but agreeing expression.
I finally shut my eyes and pull my arm around his neck to rest my head on his chest.
His arms wrap tightly around me and he kisses the top of my head before resting his cheek there.
I feel warm in his embrace, remembering how I thought I wouldn't see him again before... but... now I am so glad to be back where I belong. He is my home.
"I love you," I whisper to him, meaning it probably even more than I did back on that buoy.
"...I love you too, my darling," he whispers back with the same meaning in his tone...
I open my eyes only to shut them again and stay in his warm embrace...
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