Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

49- My Wish

*Please be prepared to cry while reading this chapter. My apologies.*

*Also, please do not kill me*

*Thank you.*

Music: Your Star (Evanescence) Carry You (Jeffrey James)

Chapter 49

Angelique wakes up as the sunlight filters through the window. She rolls over and opens her eyes, blinking. With a jolt, she remembers last night, and her cheeks flush as she recalls the touching, the gasping, the heat. Feeling a mix of exaltation and self-consciousness, she looks to the side. Videl's space is still empty, and Angelique is both relieved that he has hopefully taken care of Thea, and disappointed that she didn't get to wake up with him at her side. 

She puts on the large t-shirt lying on the floor, amongst some other discarded clothing. It's huge on her, but she is also tall, so that it barely skims her thighs. It smells of cotton and rain and sweat. 

Taking a deep breath, Angelique walks out of the bedroom, her bare feet silent across the floor, and then jumps as she sees Videl rummaging through the cabinet. 

"Well good morning," says Videl with a mischievous smirk. His hair is tousled, and his hooded eyes bright. He had slept well last night, despite the events. 

"Hi," says Angelique, trying to keep herself from turning red. 

Videl comes out from around the counter, holding what looks to be the last apple. He walks up to Angelique and looks her up and down, not even trying to hide his hungry expression. "Is that my shirt?" He asks, fingering the material at her waist; his long fingers wrap around her, "Do you even realize how cliched that is?" 

"I'm so sorry," says Angelique, "Next time I'll just wear-"

"Your brassiere," says Videl, accentuating the French accent. "I will accept that or nothing. Actually, I prefer nothing." 

Angelique smacks his arm. "Shut up. How's Thea?" 

"You're looking for an excuse, but seeing as it is a perfectly plausible excuse, I'll go with it." Videl takes a bite of the apple, so juice dribbles down his chin, "Little Thea is sleeping soundly in the other room, better than she has slept in a while." 

Angelique rubs the back of her neck and sighs, "We need to talk to her." 

"About how you and I had a-"

"No. About how we abandoned her and let her get attacked. If we hadn't..." Angelique clears her throat, "This wouldn't have happened. We should have noticed that she was gone. Especially you. You're the one with creepy hearing."

"I apologize, but my ears weren't exactly focused on a fourteen year old in the other room." 

Angelique almost asks what his ears were focused on, but then realizes what the answer will be and decides to avoid the topic. Clearing her throat again, she says, "Is she okay?" 

"Thea is at her wits end," says Videl, throwing the apple core away, "She just learned that her father is being tortured for her, and she also killed a woman last night."

"What? I didn't–"

"Didn't you hear her?" Videl leans against the counter and runs his fingers through his hair, "Neidra possessed some hapless human because Loki's not getting the job done quick enough. Thea killed her, partially out of necessity, partially out of temper."

"That's terrible," says Angelique mournfully. 

"We have time to talk to Thea briefly, but then we need to leave. It's not long before Neidra finds out what's going on, and she'll be on to us. So I think–"