Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 3 (Reader)It has been almost a week since your talk with Natasha. You stand in the laboratory, the funny metal plate on your head. In front of you, Banner hunches over a computer screen with data scrolling across it in different directions and colors.Fragmented Thoughts - Chapter 3 (Reader)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay," he says slowly, almost a whisper. You had learned by this time that this near-quiet talking meant he was deep in thought. He continues,"I need you to think of something red."
You do so, and the computer makes a sound. Banner taps a button. "Now think of something blue."
You do so, and the computer makes a deeper sound than the previous one. Banner types in something, then scrolls the mouse.
"What exactly are you testing for?" you ask curiously. The machine beeps and buzzes, and Banner frantically taps the volume.
"Try not to think of anything besides what I tell you," he instructs you. He turns to face you for a second, answering your question. "I'm testing the machine's ability to scan your thoughts. It won't know every single detail, but
Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 16 (ReaderxLoki)You haven't seen Loki since the awkward situation on the plane after the mission. The rest of the team have acted like this is normal for the god to randomly disappear and never show up. Thor has been the only one to really look for the other god, and sometimes, Thor would return from Loki's room with a frustrated and stressed expression on his face. You always wanted to find him, to apologize, but every time you pass through the hallway and walk to his door, a void of dark, foreboding energy pushes you away, and you're too scared to enter.Fragmented Thoughts Chapter 16 (ReaderxLoki)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finally, on a dreary day, while you're sitting on your bed and writing in a small notebook Tony has given you, you hear a door creak slowly open and footsteps exit into the hallway and away from your room. The steps are quiet, but you can still hear them over the gentle tapping of the rain on the window. Setting your notebook and pencil aside, you go out to see who it is. As you open the door, the ghostly shadow of the stranger leaves the other end