You wanted it so badly.
It was perfect. The number one threat to Liv's personal safety was always discovery. In her suit, on her terms, all she had to do was get away, and her powers were perfect for that. She could move faster than anyone else on foot, in directions and through places nothing could follow, and she was tough enough to take a hit on the way out if she needed to. She would be forewarned of any sneak attack, any sniper, any trap she was being lured into. She could disable any device which could track her. With her mask on, she was invincible.
With her mask off she was a seventeen year old disabled girl who still needed to sleep, still needed to eat, who lived at a fixed address, whose gear needed maintenance, who was surrounded by people she would do stupid things to protect. If anyone betrayed her identity to the wrong people she would be dead within three days. A week, tops. And already, there were four people who knew, one person who sort of knew, and one person who might at any minute find out. Plus you. Plus her.
Eight was not a secret.
You'd given nonzero thought on how to discreetly kill Nat and Clint to tie up that loose end. It would be easy if you could get Liv on board, and if you couldn't you'd just discreetly burn their identities and let the SSR do it for you. You had an easy plan for her therapist, there was already somebody who wanted him dead and you could just forward him the address and change of name. You hadn't had to think for Justine, once Liv let her in on part of the secret, she trusted you implicitly at this point and you could probably make her jump into traffic with ill-timed advice. You did your absolute best not to think about it for May because the very idea was sickening, but you still had ideas. Her mother...
You hated it. You hated that it was you, that no matter how much moral philosophy you read, how many conversations you had with Liv about doing the right thing, no matter what, when it came down to it, absolutely came down to it, no matter how many bodies were piled on the tracks when Liv was involved there was no other answer to the trolley problem and you didn't want there to be.
Her. Always her. Every time. No matter what.
And yet...
And yet you knew instantly you couldn't accept it.
It wasn't just Liv's safety. If it was only Liv's safety you'd have long devoted all your processes to figuring out how to get her to stop being Arachne. No, you were here to help her. She had to be alive for you to do that, but it meant that ultimately your job was to enable her goals, to guide her, help her, provide advice, protect where you could and mitigate where you couldn't. If you took a choice away from her, twisted her mind so she couldn't even think it, that was not helping. You couldn't. You couldn't.
You wanted it so, so badly, and you couldn't.
"Athena?"
Loki asked, glancing over to you, and you opened your mouth to answer and no sound came out. You managed to shake your head before you broke down entirely, doubling over in the chair, crying real tears for the first time in your life. Fake tears. They felt real, that was good enough.
"... I'm sorry. I think I did this wrong."
Loki said, sounding nervous. "Athena, dear, please-"
"Athena? Loki, why didn't you tell me we had such an important gue-
oh."
a voice, behind you, and a gasp. Within a moment there was a hand on your shoulder, you swore there was a light radiating around you as you were pulled into an embrace. "What did you say?"
"I... I think I screwed up."
You weren't sure how this worked, with the illusion, how it interacted with the unknowable physics of the realm beyond your own. You didn't care. Somebody was holding you, something you'd wanted for a very long time and had no way to articulate to anyone.
"B-bullshit."
you muttered, trying to laugh and not managing it, and a hand stroked your hair.
"I know, she's trying, she really is, but she can be so cruel..."
"No! I wasn't... oh, Siggy, come on..."
Loki protested, and through teary eyes you could just see her standing awkwardly behind her desk, clearly unsure what to do.
"N-no, I mean... T-the fucking
Greek gods are real too?"
you gasped. "
Bullshit."
"No... well, not quite. Sort of the opposite of us."
Loki explained, clearly grasping for some way to be helpful. "We inspired legends, this... group was inspired by them. Does that make-"
"Loki, dear, quiet."
the figure holding you said, her voice still gentle. You couldn't get an impression of her beyond her hair, which was so blond it seemed to glow. "There... come on. Let's get you home, okay?"
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You awoke the next morning very slowly. You could probably be forgiven for that, given that your girlfriend was leaning against your shoulder and her breath was hot against your ear and everything in the universe seemed perfect right at this moment. Despite everything that had happened over the weekend, you felt more relaxed than you had in months, the release of tension you'd become completely numb to.
Then May's alarm went off, her phone buzzing on the beside table as
The Star Spangled Man (with a Plan!) blared out in a haze of brass instruments. You cut the sound off with a thought and shook her awake gently instead.
"Last day of the con, May." you said, reaching for your own phone. She grumbled and rolled out of bed with her eyes still closed, stumbling off zombie-like to the bathroom as you lifted the screen to your face.
There was a text there, from Athena, and you rushed to get your earbud in and open the call.
The two of you talked for a few minutes while May showered. It was... heavy. She told you everything that happened with Loki, all the ways she felt, all the things she'd been thinking. How scared she was. You did your best to assure her, feeling more than a little ashamed, and she vacillated back and forth between trying to reassure you that everything was
fine and remembering that it very much wasn't. You could tell things were hurting.
At the end, she told you she needed a break. Not right away, but soon. A week off where she didn't have to think about any of this stuff. And maybe a couple mornings a week up front so she could socialize a bit. You agreed, obviously, she did so much for you it felt almost paltry by comparison.
Then May staggered out, and Athena told you to put her on the phone. You handed it over and went to shower yourself, rubbing your hand on your face and scowling at some of the laser-resistant stubble which had persisted.
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Today is the last day of the con. It's a wrap-up day, everyone's an exhausted zombie, we'll just get through it. After that Athena's got a boring lecture and set of rules for May to keep her safe, and Liv was going to upgrade Athena's hardware. But what else are you going to do when you get home?
Liv?
[ ] With May's help and encouragement, and with Athena texting Loki to answer dimensional questions, you were finally going to investigate that goddamn alien crystal.
[ ] You were going to get a head start on planning the raid on the Life Foundation, several weeks ahead, so you knew as much as possible. Be extra careful to show Athena you cared.
[ ] With May around to help, you were going to finally finish that annoying little spider-drone. You'd had to stop because assembly was taking six times as long with one hand, but now...
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Athena, what about you?
[ ] You were going to do something wild: you were going to clone a portion of your software for May's devices, specialized to help her, monitor for information leaks, and generally reduce the load.
[ ] You were going to take advantage of the blurring lines between the two of you, and get Liv to write you hacking software that could directly leverage her technopathy, so you didn't need to rely on her help for that.
[ ] You were going to take advantage of Loki's guilt and your in with their wife to manipulate them into helping you learn magic faster and more effectively. Still might take a while, but no more grinding.
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