Give Yourself to Him - Chapter 2

You are sitting on Tony's bed, a warm glass of some alcoholic drink or another in your hands. "So you're telling me this guy just appeared?" Stark asks skeptically, "Are you sure you didn't have anything to drink at the party?" You shake your head, taking another draught of the warm, sweet liquid in the glass.

"Look, Tony, she's obviously shaken. Lay off, alright?" Steve says from behind you. Tony ignores him.

"So tell me one more time. What happened?" he asks, standing to pace.

"I- I left the party and I was walking home… And then I heard something moving, so I turned around, asked who was there, and someone breathed on me. I mean… I could feel and smell the guy, but I couldn't see him. And… And then he said something about not being scared of him, only he was behind me again… So I hit him and ran… I thought I was going the right way, but it was a dead end… And I didn't think he'd followed me because… Y'know… I couldn't see him… But I was leaving the alley, and he knocked me into the wall, talked for a minute, let me see him, and kissed me," you answer softly, swirling your drink, "A- And that's all I remember…" You watch Tony pace. Definitely friend, you think to yourself, reconsidering your doubts from earlier. Anyone who was willing to stay up and help you with something like this is a friend.

"Do you remember exactly what he said at any point?" he asks, seeming to be racking his brain for something he's missed.

"Um… Yeah. He said…" you start, closing your eyes to remember the exact phrase, "You do not seem to understand me. I do not want your possessions. I want possession of you." Something clicks in Tony's mind, and his face lights up, only to go dark again.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" he asks, looking up at Steve.

"It can wait until morning. Right now she is exhausted and in no position to be dealing with information," Steve protests. You sigh.

"As much as I appreciate you trying to protect me, Steve, I'd rather find out now and then sleep on it. Hit me, Stark."

"Well alright then. The good news is I know who this guy is. The bad news is, he's a very powerful God who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. We've beat him before, but I'm not sure we'll be able to do it again. Not when we're all scattered like this." You drop your glass. So much for these guys protecting you. "Right. So. You get some sleep, and we'll all meet here in the morning to come up with some kind of plan." You lay back in the bed, and Steve pulls the blankets over you.

"Hey, don't worry about it. As long as you're with us, you're safe. I'll make sure of it," he murmurs, kissing your forehead, "Now get some rest. You're going to need it."

On the way out, Steve shuts off the lights, leaving you in darkness save the lights coming from the city around you, dimmed by the tinted glass. You run a hand through your hair, trying to accept the fact that not even Iron Man and Captain America could save you from this… This creep. You roll over onto your side, curling up into a ball before closing your eyes. Might as well try to sleep… you think to yourself. But it will be a few hours of tossing and turning before you will manage to fall asleep. You can't help feeling like he's there… Watching you.