-Emerald Jones-
I didn't try to hide the shock. My eyes went wide, I could feel them welling up with tears, and my face fell. I knew I'd hurt him, but that bad? As he stormed off I wanted to go after him, I wanted to tell him how I sorry I was and that I wanted to be with him. I wanted to tell him that I was hurting too and that none of this should have ever happened. If the government wanted to get rid of me, so be it! At least I would die a happy woman, right? But that's not how things work. This wasn't a movie or a book. Things wouldn't work out perfectly in the end. After a moment the shock wore off and I unfroze, turning on my heel and striding to the training room again. I locked the door behind me and pulled out my daggers, going all out on the poor rubber dummy. By time I was finished it looked like a giant dog had chewed all over it. I started on the next dummy, slashing and punching and kicking, roaring out my anger and frustration at myself. But all the sudden one of my hits missed and I fell forward, loosing my balance and falling to my hands and knees on the mat. All the sudden I wasn't angry anymore, how could I be angry? I was writhering with pain like none other I had known before. I felt....broken. I ran my hands through my hair, stopping and grabbing my hair by the scalp, gritting my teeth and shuddering as I fought back tears. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew this would happen when I pulled away, I knew it and I knew what to expect, so why did it hurt so much? Why was I being torn apart? And why couldn't Loki understand that we couldn't have anything happen until the Avengers were taken care of? No, this wasn't his fault, this was mine.








