A/N: Nothing in the Marvelverse belongs to me. I am a mere story-teller, telling tales told by other story-tellers, but in a different kind of... just read, I'm upsetting myself...

Could anyone describe this pain? The shear hurt that ripples through and tears everything apart starting from the heart.

It's an anguish of being led into something that didn't mean anything in the first place.

A lover with false promises of security and pretenses of being together forever, that's all she received from being with him. And now it is, what she hopes, his turn to feel this throbbing grief of lonesomeness.

He paid no attention to her agony. He only ever paid attention to how she presented herself when they were in public eye. She's grown drained from living this lie.

She misses her friends. He took her away from everything she ever treasured and mistreated her. Mentally at first, words like "worthless" and "tramp" where only the beginning of his cruelty. Once he turned to actually harming her physically, she made a point of not getting in his way when he was upset, making sure she did everything perfectly. Maybe she was doing something wrong.

But when she noticed that the assaults still didn't stop, she gave up. Whether or not she became tired or lazy, she doesn't know. All that she can think about is about the fact that his hands feel cold and harsh on her pale skin. Bruises seem to be the last thing on her mind when she goes out and people glance skeptically at her.

She wants to leave. If she could kill him or run she definitely would, but he's much stronger than her, he would kill her before she could even get the chance to pick up a knife.

She sits up slowly, making sure the bed doesn't stir too much and reaches over toward her nightstand. When she tugs at the drawer, the wood composes a whining noise almost like a cry to awaken her husband.

She looks over quickly to see if he's awake already, but he only stirs a little. She turns back around and says a silent prayer that the drawer would just stay silent. As she pulls again the drawer makes the same noise, but much more hushed. She decides it's not enough to wake him and proceeds.

She grabs an old heavy box and slowly slides it out and away from the table. She opens it to see in the moonlight that her rings are still there. Not the rings she'd received from him, no. She was handed them by her mother on her wedding day. "Something old", she smiled at the memory of her mother's voice. Of course now she wouldn't take them out in front of her husband, but her mother gave her this blue box to keep them in the day of her wedding. She was told her that their family- her adopted mother's family- used it for generations and it had a compartment in it that could be used for safe-keeping.

She slowly takes out the rings and gently places them on the nightstand. She stares at them for a few seconds before going back to the task at hand.

She slides away the bottom of the box to find the other section hiding her newly placed item.

She withdraws the large metal object and sets it. Effectively causing a sharp sound to echo throughout the bedroom. Now she needs to be quick. She turns the object around so that it's facing her and brings it up to her temple.

She'd thought long and hard about this. She doesn't feel tears well up in her eyes as they usually do when she's afraid. She'd given her life to this man, and now she that she knows he can't control her anymore, an almost mad smile tugs at the side of her mouth as she pulls the trigger.

A/N: Hello all, and thank you for reading.

First of all, this may seem kind of off at the moment, but everything's much clearer in the next chapter, which should be out by Monday, if people review telling me what they feel about it. It's a Darcy/Loki fic, really angsty and really dark, but it's not as dark as this first chapter, not at all. *cough*

Okay, I think I'm done rambling, so please proceed... with whatever you were going to do. Be it reviewing, or saying "pfft" and going on to do whatever you want, that's fine. I'll shut up now.