Re: roxbury crossing [gwen/loki]
[Gwen had lost Jason.
She'd been on the first ship out of New York, and even that hadn't been deliberate. Safety, they'd decided, was likely to be found outside the city. It was a decision based on fear, and it had no founding in any kind of logic or recorded data. Transmissions in New York had been nearly nil, and even in the aftermath the city had been a dangerous wreck for her to rearrange like it was made of blocks. The ship was safe, and lack of worry seemed to coincide with reality surrounding her remaining, well, real.
So, she'd handed Jason the comm that Mr. Stark had given out all those months ago, and they boarded the ship. The plan had been to put as much distance between themselves and Boston as possible once they landed. But they'd become separated, and she'd found herself at the unfamiliar crossing as a vessel crashed.
She would have gone in the opposite direction, but she recognized Loki, and she moved forward. She wasn't as naive as she'd been once, and she knew he wasn't to be trusted when it came to things like world domination and global oppression, but she trusted him to keep her safe. And he had magic. Maybe he could help with the destruction that trailed behind her like fear turned to chaos.
She got close, just feet away when Loki fought the alien, but she didn't turn and run, and then dozens of them poured from the vessel. She didn't have time to call out for Loki. Or, rather, she didn't consciously think to do so. She missed the security of Jason's hand in hers, and the space around her rippled. Around the vessel, ground turned to water, deep and bottomless. A moat in the middle of Boston, perfectly round, and inside it the aliens and a blonde girl that had no idea how she'd made the water appear.]