She had to close her eyes against the pain of his words briefly. Sent away. Unwanted.
She should have listened to the dream.
Summoning up a smile, she squeezed his hand. “I know I said that, but truly, you don’t owe me anything. I was glad to help, even a little bit.”
“What is the matter?” He asked, seeing her expression drop, looking hurt. ”Believe me, I will be at your call, for anything you need. You deserve that and more. I should not have involved you at all, but Thanos threatened you and it just made me so furious that he would involved an innocent third party who had—” something in the way she looked at him cut him off.
“For the last time, Loki, you didn’t ‘involve’ me. I chose.” Summer’s lips crimped together for a moment. She pulled her hand back and folded her arms, tossing hair out of her face. “Now, ‘an innocent third party who had’ what?”
He sighed heavily. ”Done nothing more than care, I suppose.” He stood, looking out into the glow of morning.
“I wonder if anyone will mourn his death,” he mumbled under his breath. He wondered briefly about all the deaths that went unnoticed, every day. And then there were those that were celebrated.
Softly, Summer said, “I do.” She looked at her hands, lying on the covers. “I can deal death, but it doesn’t mean I like it, and it’s sad that there was no way to save him from himself.” She paused, blinking rapidly. “Everyone should be loved.”
Except me, she couldn’t stop herself thinking.
“Not everyone,” Loki hissed, thinking of himself. He excused himself to wash for the day. ”Is there something else I can do for you, Summer? Before you are on your way today?”
Sudden anger shot through Summer. She flung herself out of the bed, heedless of her state of undress, and snatched at Loki’s hand, projecting love as hard as she could. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Everyone.”