A few hours later...
Thor walks into the living room to find his newest mate curled up on the couch. An empty bottle of tequila rests on the coffee table along with a piece of paper.
"Hello dear", the man whispers gently as he caresses her shoulder.
"Mhm, morning Thor", she mumble while reaching up with one hand to cup his cheek.
"What are you doing out here", he questions while helping her into a sitting position.
"I yelled at Bruce", she discloses while looking away from him.
"Why don't we wait for him to get here so you can apologize", the god proposes with a loving smile.
"I um, I think I need the day away from everyone", Matt responds with a conflicted look.
"That's okay, everyone needs time for themselves", Thor reassures.
With a nod Matt stands only for Thor to follow her. He grabs her hand and gently leads her towards his room without a word. She enters his room only for him to set her on the bed while he disappears into the bathroom. When he returns he pulls her to her feet and delicately undressed her after asking for permission. With her now naked he picks her up and enters his bathroom where he sets her down in the ridiculously large tub.
"I'll be in my room if you need me", he offers with a lingering kiss on her forehead. The door gently closes behind him as she stares blankly at the wall.
Flashback
Tu es mon Soleil
A hand gently strokes against her hair as she whispers in pain. Sweat pools on her brow as hair sticks to her face and neck. They never let her cut it, in fear she would look like a boy.
Mon joli Soleil
The sounds of Toby crying out with pain only make her wail more. Her 'dead' mother clenches her eyes shut at the sound of her children in pain. As there is nothing she can do to help.
Tu me rends heureuse
Her 'father' pushes a medical gurney into the small room. "It hurts", repeatedly passes her brother's lips as he writhes around. "Shut up boy", the man sneers before leaving.
Quand je suis triste
"Mommy help", the boy cries as his blood begins to boil. "It stops hurting Toby", the young Matt whispers through her fever. "It gets better I promise", she repeats.
Tu ne sauras jamais
"Matt I'm scared", the boy sobs as the tremors calm down. "Me too bubby", the girl whispers as their mom leaves her side to attend to Toby.
Combien je t'aime, ange
"What do you think he did", Toby whispers to his sister. "Nothing good, nothing good", she answers while rolling onto her side.
Tu es mon étoile du ciel
The woman in the room finishes singing only for her words to fall upon no one but herself. The deep surgical scar across her throat reason enough for no audience. "We'll get out of here someday my loves", she thinks to herself while combing back her sons hair.
Song: A version of you are my sunshine in French
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•The Wren• •Avengers•
FanfictionMatilade has been alone for a while. For two years her only way to communicate how she feels is music. She's talented, the best many people have ever heard. Something happens when her new boss gives her a job. A job that will change her life forever...
