It had been about a month and a half since Loki had taken over Earth. Now he was on top, no one dared to challenge him as he had a brutal name for himself. The Avengers were no where to be seen, nobody knew if they were dead or just captive but they weren't coming to anyone's rescue. He had everything and everyone, expect the tesseract…. It had locked itself into a young girl, no older than about the age of five, and caught a ride. It locked in a way in which it could not be removed; it was permanently stuck inside the girl and only she could wheel its power now. That girl just so happened to be the daughter of Steve Rogers.
Her name was Clara Rogers, and she looked a lot like her father. She had long dirty blond hair and blue eyes. She was extremely athletic and she could out run anyone, even though she was just a child. She had on black tall boots, a red shirt with a black leather jacket over it, and ripped up jeans. Her clothes were starting to fade and they were smeared in dirt and dust. Her tan skin cut and bruised in several places. Every time the child was harmed or ill in any way, whether it be hunger, thirst, exhaustion, or illness the tesseract would respond… Which wasn't always a good response at that.
Everyone wanted her, the power her small body contained, so everyone chased after her, trying to catch her. It was a race against the clock to capture her, and Loki right now was wining the race as he had the most soldiers out looking for her. In fact his soldiers were the ones chasing the child through a forest at the moment. She sprinted as hard as she could, unsure on exactly why everyone was chasing her, but she didn't let that slow her down as she whipped past grabbing branches and cutting rocks. She ran to a river and swam as fast as she could to the other side. The guards shouted orders at each other as they closed in. Suddenly the child ran into someone, making her fall to the ground and stumble back. She stared up at the person, her eyes starting to glow as the tesseract prepared to protect her.
The solider laughed darkly, smirking down at the child.
"Objective found," He called into his head piece as other soldiers surrounded her. She stared at all of them, eyes glowing madly.
"You're a hard one to catch brat," The solider that had knocked her over spat. He walked forward and knocked her unconscious so she couldn't run. He threw her over his shoulder and walked with his fellow soldiers covering his back and making sure no one was following them as they got into black SUVs and drove off towards their king to deliver their objective.
