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“Yes ma'am. I do have a question for you though. Is… Loki still in the dungeons?” “Why, yes he is. How did you…?” “That's not important. But you still love him, yes?” “Of course I do.” “And does he still love you?” She pauses, not halting in our quick pace. “I believe he does, but he is too prideful to admit it.” “Yeah, I remember he had the problem as a child.” “Yes he did. But I know he didn't mean what he said. He acts out of emotion. You wouldn't happen to remember what I taught you when you were younger, would you?” “Of cours

I race from the cage room, my hands shaking and my eyes flying over everyone as I race to help those in trouble. Fallen shelves and broken beams litter the halls. Out of chance, my eyes catch Coulson trying to get a box out from under a beam. “Let me help you.” I offer, my hands already pushing the beam up. “Thanks. I'm going down to the cage room. Watch out for Barton, he's here.” “Alright thanks.” After a second, I lean forward and squeeze him tightly. “Be careful dad. I love you.” “You be careful too. I love you also.” I let him go and he runs off with the case. I hear scream

“Well let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.” Fury walks out of the cage room and I look back up to the team. “His brain is like a bag of cats. You can smell crazy on him.” Bruce Banner, real sweet guy, announces. “Have care how you speak. He is of Asgard. And he is my brother.” “He killed 80 people in three days.” “He’s adopted.” Thor responds, causing everyone at the table to pause and glance my way. The pencil on my hand breaks and Thor turns towards me. “Is something wrong, Lady?” He asks, concerned. “Is there… So

“... Long story short, Barton has been compromised and you're an Avenger. That's ok with you, right?” Coulson asks, pulling a leaf from my wind blown hair. “That's completely fine with me dad. Don't worry. Shame about Clint though. Does Tasha know?” He nods with a sigh. “She knows. She doesn't like it but there's nothing she can do about it.” “I figured. And we're going to Germany to get who again?” “You'll see. Trust me. You'll see.” Germany.. I sit on top a building, my wings softly swaying in the wind. “Here he comes.” Steve warns me. I watch as a man struts o

The morning comes all too quickly, my fellow Marines waiting at the training camp. My fingers tap impatiently as I run with the newbies and they get the feel of the track. "Faster! We have 7 laps left!" I check my watch. "There are 10 minutes!" "Is that what you do to train nowadays? Run some number of laps in a certain amount time?" A voice calls. I halt the group and fall out, a question on my lips, and come face to face with Captain America himself. I gasp, internally screaming, and take a small step back as he salutes. "Ma'am." After saluting back, I wave to my Co-instructor and he takes over. "Follow me, please." I lead him to the n

Tony Stark's P.O.V. I need to leave. But with Vic watching me, that would be almost impossible. I turn to look at her and find her asleep, her head on the arm of the chair. I smirk and walk out. My P.O.V. I wake up to Tony banging through the lab door. I shake my head and help him bring the model in. "You left." "Uh, yes. You were asleep and I decided not to wake you." I sigh and shake my head as I help him set up the model. "Is there a bedroom I can sleep in? I haven't had any decent sleep since I started this undercover op thing." "There's plenty of rooms. You can sleep in mine." I walk up to the room, pull off my clothes so I'm in a tan

I walk into the empty doughnut shop. Well, almost empty. Director Fury, Nat, and Tony are sitting at a table. I walk over. I'm wearing a suit like Nat's except it's black and has slits for my wings and I finally take off my choker. "You don't have to worry about the workers, Sir. They are all taking a trip to the beach." I say to Fury. "Val? Not you too." Tony says. I look at him and nods. "Sorry, Tony. And it's Victoria, not Valencia." "Good job. We're gonna head back to his house. Meet us there." Fury says. "Yes sir." I walk out and stand in front of the window Tony's by. He looks out and watches me. I spread my wings and jump into t

"Nat! Tony's on the track! He looks like he's entering the contest!" I rush out to th stands. I look around and spot Tony's car racing down the track. I Put my hand to my ear peice. "Nat, He's racing and it looks like he's doing pretty well. Wait a minute. Oh my God! Theres someone walking onto the track! He's-He's... Oh my God. He's in a suit like the Iron Man one." I scream as the guy procides to destroy the race cars coming towards him. Tony' speeds down the track, right into the guys attack. After fighting and when they are home again(I'm so lazy).... "Holy crap!That's new. Apparently someone did have a suit ready today. Gods. And si

I open my eyes and look around. It's been a month since the mission and we are in Malibu for another mission. Most of my wounds are healed so I'm just left with a few scars. The scar on my neck is healed and can be easily hidden by a choker. I have wings. They are a lovely mixture of light and dark gray. "Victoria! Are you ready?" "Yeah, Phil. I can't wait to meet Mr. Tony Stark. In the flesh!" "Well, you are going to have to be Valencia Collins when you do. Natasha Romanov will be there too as Natalie Rushman. Be sure to call her that." "Right Phil." I slip on a wide, light blue choker with a silver moon on it; a long sleeved light blue