I woke up before dawning, just as I always did, and just like every day, I rolled out of my bed and hit the floor starting my push ups for the day. I paused. Something was different though. The flagstones of the old castle I lived in hummed with energies that werent mine. I got up and moved, silent as a shadow, to the library, where I had hidden my old claymore, I slung it onto my back and grabbed my dirk. And silently, I crept down the old stairs to my great hall. I searched it and moved to my kitchens. This is where they were hiding, whoever they were,
"Trickery isn' verra honorable laddies."I called. I heard a footfall behind me. I turned and drew the claymore Strife, all good swords had names, it was ill luck not to name them. I caught the mighty war hammer with the dirk, and pushed with all my might, I barely moved the man half an inch.
"I dont want to shoot you, but if you keep that up I'll have too."I turned and saw an archer. I narrowed my eyes.
"I move to fas' fer yer arrows lad. Back off an' I'll deal wth ye in a momen'. "I replied.
"You're surrounded. Put the swords down now." Another voice said. I turned and saw the blonde. unarmed and an easy target. I didn' like the idea of human shields, but I didnt really have a choice either. I lunged, ducked under the shield he swung up, and held my dirk to his throat. I placed Strife down on my countertop.
"I've a hostage, if ye think I won' kill him think again." I said. There were eight people in my kitchen. Including my hostage.
"We just want to talk." The blonde with a war hammer spoke. I looked at him.
"Then ye should 'ave knocked cousin." I replied. He frowned. Thor always was slow. I scanned the room.
"Scathach? Could it truely be?" He asked, his booming voice echoed in the silence even though he had barely whispered.
"Aye." Was all the answer I gave.
"We just need to talk to you."The hostage in my arms spoke.
"Tell them to lower their weapons." I whispered in his ear.
"She wants you to put your weapons down." He repeated. Thor set Mjolnir on my counter, but he was the only one who moved. I smiled, pushing on the dirk a little harder.
"If you don' wan' the good lad ta die, I'd suggest doing as he asked." I told them, there was a small drop of blood running down his neck.
"Just do as she says."He added. I watched as Iron man set his arm to his side, and everyone else lower their weaponry.
"There's some good lad an' lasses."I said smiling.
"Let him go coz." Thor demanded. I nodded, and let the blonde go. He was Captain America. "Might we get wine and bread?" He asked as Captain Rodgers walked toward the rest of the group.I chuckled.
"Ye attack me in me own home an' expec' me ta give ye an oath half of you dont live by anymore? Nae coz. Ye shall no' get any bread an' wine as long as ye stay here uninvited." I replied. I crossed my arms. He nodded.
"Then you'll understand if they dont secure their weapons."
"If they did, I'd kill 'em." I stated. "Well, say wha' ye will an' leave." I added.
"We're going to need you to come with us ma'am." the Captain said.
"An' why's that?"
"Orders."He replied. I laughed.
"Some dumb arse sen' this lo' to bring me in? Tha's gotta be the joke of te century." I shook my head.
"Cousin, would you please accompany us back to the SHEILD headquarters? We feel that we could learn from you, as you are a great a fierce foe, and we could learn much from you." Thor said. I narrowed my eyes.
"Aye, I will, bu' only because yer my family Thunderer." I said. "If ye would allow me ta dress and grab a bag, I'd greatly appreciate it." I grabbed Strife and went back upstairs, threw the two swords in their sheaths and into the first duffle bag I grabbed. I threw in several shirts and pants, my hair gel and brush, toothbrush and my eyeliners and mascara. And pulled on my jeans and a Flogging Molly shirt I turned and saw my old kilt and breast plate. The plaid still bright and unfaded as the day it was died. The proud colors of Scotland. Blue and white. I placed them in the duffle as well, then shouldered it and returned to the kitchen.