Your POV:

It has now been a week since the incident with Will. After people interrogated the young boy, the Avengers all got called. They said it was a meeting or something. I didn't need more to know what was going to happen and Loki neither since he immediately looked at me with a worried look. I took a big breath and got up from the couch that I was reading on, Loki following me to the meeting room.

When we get there, we both put on our poker face on sit down. I'm between Steve and Loki. Cap gives me a look and I know that he guessed why we were here.

Fury- Some of you have already seen this.

I look at the screen and see Will being interrogated. I look down with a frown.

Guy- Why did you attack agent (Y/N)?

Will- Because she's a monster! You have to let me out, she's the one who should be in here! Her and her friend!

I start shaking a bit and feel Steve's hand on my shoulder. I try to smile at him but he can clearly see the fear and worry in my eyes. What if they hate me? What if they think I'm a monster too?

Guy- Why are you saying that? She's just a normal human and saves people.

Will- That's what you think! She's a Skinwalker, she eats human hearts and kills people!

Fury stops the video and everyone stares at me. I look down and keep shaking.

Tony- Is it true, (Y/N)?

I can feel the sadness in his voice and look up. I have to be brave.

(Y/N)- It's true that Skinwalkers eat-

I get cut off by someone else.

Wanda- You... Eat human hearts?

I look up and see almost everyone looking at me in disgust. That's when I know that no matter what I say, they'll hate me. So I did the most logical thing at the moment, I ran. I ran as fast as I could, ignoring Steve and Loki yelling my name. I run to my room and shut the door, locking it.

Time skip because... Well, because

I've been in my room for the past month. I only went outside to get food and used my sense of smell to not bump into anyone. Loki tried to talk to me but I kept him from teleporting in with signs that I drew around my room. I haven't talked to anyone since the meeting that I ran out of. From what I've seen, they've been acting as if nothing happened. It made me sad and angry. Was I nothing to them? What was I thinking when I joined them? I knew that they wouldn't accept me. I'm a monster. I may not eat human hearts anymore but I used to. He forced me but I still had a choice. I should have killed him. I should have killed myself. I should have done something!

But it was too late now. I'm living in a place where everyone hates me, even my close friends. They just continued their lives like nothing happened. I wasn't important to them. I could die and they wouldn't even realize. Nobody cares about me, no one loves me. I should end my life, I'll just get more hurt. Loki will be fine without me, they all will. They might even be happy, it means fewer problems for them.

I stare at the pocket knife in my hand that I made for a moment like this... When I'd want to die. This is it, I'm going to push this into my heart. It's made of silver so it's sure to kill me.

I hesitate and decide to put it back in my pocket. Going to my room door, I slightly open it and, not smelling anyone, open it fully before slowly walking towards the kitchen. As I take things from the fridge at 3 am, I smell someone.

(Y/N)- Loki...

My frail voice is heard as I turn around to see Loki looking at me worriedly. I must look horrible. I'm weak now, not eating a lot since I'm too scared to be seen by an Avenger. I also have big black lines under my eyes showing that I almost don't sleep. Not giving him the time to process what happened, I leave the food there and run away to my room. I'm surprised to see him standing in front of the door when I get there.

Loki- (Y/N), stop.

I ignore what he says and push him out of the way to get inside my room. I'm surprised to feel something warm around me. He's hugging me!? I try to go into my room but his grip gets tighter. Tight enough so I can't move but not tight enough to hurt me. The exhaustion that I've felt for the past month washes over me and I let him hug me as tears fall down my face. We stay like this for a couple of minutes, standing in silence just appreciating the other's presence. I then hug him back, hanging to him for dear life as the tears fall more and more.

Small sobs can be heard in the corridor as I start rambling about how I hate everything while he rubs circles in my back. When I finally calm down a bit, I let go and wipe the remaining tears away with the back of my right hand.

Loki- Come, let's talk about it.

As he says this, he gently takes my hand and brings me to the living room. He makes me sit down on the couch and tea appears in front of me, a small smile making its way on my face.

(Y/N)- You're too good to me, Loki.

I shake my head as I say this. He doesn't answer and instead gives me a cup before taking one himself and sitting down next to me. I turn to face him and take a sip of my tea.