《Darker Things »» Avengers Au》Chapter Seventeen
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Tony's Pov
"Friday, pull up the map once more please." I pressed my hand roughly across the transparent screen watching all the cities zooming in and out.
"Certainly Mr Stark, all marks shown in the maps are cities that have been bombed in the last three years, all by unknown amounts of energy." I scanned my exhausted brown eyes all across the map a little using my free hand to grab my coffee mug.
"And you are positive this is all by her doings?" I once questioned the thoughts bringing pain so fast.
"I'm positive sir, every year it's one mass explosion, her powers are very much growing, but with research from Steve
Bucky, even Clint and Natasha doing undercover work it's impossible to track her." I rubbed slowly at my temple a little setting the cup down roughly.
"Thanks Friday." I commented I zoomed out from the map three years. Three of the longest years of my life.
My heart shattered just a bit with Artemis running away without a single trace. We failed at one thing helping our soulmate. But she was much more then that.
"Three years huh? You're twenty now Artemis." I shook my head plopping down into my seat. Where did we go wrong? We broke so many promises to her, she was tortured so young she was forced with a power she had no control over nor did she want it either. And we just pushed her over the edge.
Occasionally In the three years she's been missing we've all felt different spikes In emotions, different soulmate behavior. I rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie a little explaining the paintbrush mark trading at it softly.
"I'm so sorry Artemis... We all could have been stronger you wouldn't have been tempted to the darker things." I muttered closely under my breath.
"Mr Stark!" I jolted a little bit spun around watching Peter rushing inside the lab behind him was Clint who looked very stern and serious.
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"Yeah what's going on kid?" I questioned he was twenty yet he still would be a kid to me.
"We um... Have a problem." He stammered. I saw the look on Clint's eyes and I sighed standing up from my seat.
"What city, state, or country? " I asked firmly noticing Clint was already suited up.
"London."
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Artemis's Pov
"We wouldn't have to go all out if you would stop causing all these big ass explosions." I hissed out sighing.
I rested on top of a rooftop of a random building, my dull eyes scanning the scene with boredom. My legs dangling over the edge a great deal of annoyance overtaking my features. I heard the loudest snickering a little.
"Oh shut up you enjoy it, all the screams some times the blood."
I scoffed out a little shaking my head "Not you hurting innocent people I don't, you know the drill, we've been doing it for three years now." I grumbled out sighing.
Sometimes this being out more attention then I like. On the run was more harder then I was expecting back when I was first ran away when I was seventeen it was hard the first weeks.
Hurting innocent people to get things I needed stealing money and clothes and that's all from letting Vega take control. That was his name, a sassy little thing he was.
"Oh whatever!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes cracking my neck side to side. I summoned two purple orbs in my grasp shooting myself up they were like my own keys to fly with I floated in the sky shutting my eyes.
I snapped them open after a moment letting them flash a small dark purple I smirked a tad bit raising my hands up the sky. I brought down a large rain of purple explosion watching them crash down like deep thunder storms but the little guilt in my chest grew just slightly.
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"Ah! So beautiful hear those screams!" I rolled my eyes at his voice but I tensed up so quickly.
"Now now Artemis... That's not what I taught you with those powers you know better. " I spun around in confusion holding my breath I stared into the green eyes in confusion.
"Loki?" I whispered in confusion my heart speeding up a bit. "I taught you better then that with those powers, you know this isn't you." I kept the orbs under me for balance watching in confusion at the quin jet landing on the rooftop.
I held my breath even more almost tearing up. "What are you guys doing here... Are you here to kill me? Cause I've tried already." I whispered watching this pain flick across his green eyes.
"No we came to bring you back home." A small scoff left me.
"Loki... I can't stop it." I whispered.
"Thats not true gem and you know that." I floated back noticing Thor had come up out of nowhere.
"How would you know! You don't know how much I tried to hold him back... But I just made it worse when I let him take control over my body." I trembled out.
"I heard what he said...how I was out of control... I tried Loki!" I exclaimed at him loudly.
"I know.. I know you tried Artemis but take it from me.. Running away from your problems won't make them better." I hated that after all this time I was still so weak I could feel the little tears leaving my cheeks.
"Artemis sweetie... We don't wanna hurt you and you know that... But you don't have control over your powers.. We don't wanna fight you." I could hear Natasha speaking over the intercom from the Jet.
"They are terribly annoying, let me kill them you won't have to worry about them."
"No no be quiet Vega right now." I hissed out.nI opened my eyes again to stare at my arms at all the little symbols in my arm. Many years of just peace came from them.
"I don't wanna hurt you guys... Please." I whispered looking at them all exhaling so roughly. My hands shook but I created a storm shooting my arms and hands up.
"Peter now hurry up! Artemis I'm sorry but it's the only way we can help you baby." I tried to crash it down so fast but I was quickly tangled up so fast in webs.
"Someone grab her quickly! We gotta work fast hurry." I struggled so fast losing control of the orbs in my hands soaring through the air. I grunt out being swooped up so fast.
"I got her! I'm so sorry Artemis but... I miss my best friend we are gonna help you okay but you can't fight back." I listened to Peter landing roughly on a rooftop. I struggled more.
"Peter let me go!" I demanded still struggling, trying to break free from the web's. I could hear all this communication happening between everyone.
"Bruce how many shots of this?"
"10 millimeters, she'll be sleep for a while." I grunted looking up I saw Bucky was stroking at my hair a sad look across his face.
"This is for your own good kitten." I looked at him more tearing up even more shutting my eyes.
"I tried so many times Bucky... It didn't work." I laughed bitterly shaking my head a little.
"Loki come on!"
"I am doing three things at once shut up!"
I fluttered my eyes seeing him cupping my cheek but a small jab to my neck had me yelling quietly at the feeling before my head fell back the voice all mashing together into small fades.
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