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Chapter 1
"Loki has a daughter?" Asked Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. His one good eye glowed angrily. Realization of what transpired between the criminal, Loki, and one of his team members was sinking in. How could this happen? Anger swelled in him and he slammed his fist through the monitor to his right. Glass shattered, decorating the floor with dangerous shards.
Agent Maria Hill Stood safely behind her director and calmly answered, "Ms. O'Neil was a lab worker on the ship. She grew close to one of the doctors here. . .um. . . Dr. Stanton, Sir." Maria paused. So many things have backfired in their faces because they had not had the time to prepare for the attack Loki had launched nearly nine months ago. An experiment they had planned had been unexpectedly performed.
Director Fury turned to face her. "Where is Dr. Stanton now?"
"Chicago. Shall I place her under house arrest?"
"No," replied the director. He turned back to the monitors. Maintenance workers had quickly finished replacing the broken monitor and it now stood waiting for the director to activate the screens he needed. "No, I want her brought her and I want all her data. I want to know how it happened. She may have figured out how to create our super soldiers. The father has to be notified as well, and his brother ain't gonna like it."
Nurses and doctors continuously poked their heads into her room. She couldn't blame them, she would have done the same if she was them. She would have done the same if Emily had had this success with someone else. She, however, was the only one who had endured the experiment. The only one brave and desperate enough to get pregnant. The only one stupid enough to accept Loki's donation. She was the only one lucky enough to have gotten it. Brynn knew she was in trouble, serious trouble, but had she gotten her baby. The small child was all she had ever wanted, but had never been able to get, until Loki.
She smiled at the tiny child to her left. A blue tint was reappearing on her face and she was beginning to stir. A dirty brown lock of hair fell from her disheveled pony tail as she reach into the crib for her daughter. The new born could not maintain her heated, baby red color for too long. Tiny blue fists shook in agitation, she was hungry. Brynn loosened her hospital robe and situated her daughter in her lap and helped her reach her source of food. As her baby ate, the blue slowly faded and was replace by a pale yellow color. The doctors were to afraid submit the child to psychotherapy treatment because they were not sure what affect it would have on the blue baby. Mother and child would have to wait until S.H.I.E.L.D. cleared them for any treatment.
"You should have an 'L' in your name, like your father," she mused as she helped her daughter reattach her mouth. "He is a troubled man, but he is not as bad as they say. You aren't as bad as they say either. You are perfect! But what to call you?"
A few minutes later the small child was back in her bed sleeping quietly next to her mother. The labor had been hard on Brynn, anxiety and stress were at exceptional levels. Never had she been able to carry a child to term before. Her uterus had been described as "hostile", a "waste land", a "war zone", and on one occasion, she was told that her child would have a better chance surviving in a "hungry piranha infested lake than in her uterus". She was shocked at how Loki gave her the sample, shocked that he let her live when he found her. But she took the cup he offered her, not understanding what is was until after he had disappeared and the ship safely in the air thanks to Stark.
She kept his donation safe and Emily took her frozen embryos and began to make magic. That was all it could be, right? Magic. A miracle, she guessed. His sperm took to her egg immediately and then, once over the disbelief that they had succeeded, Brynn was then impregnated. For the all awful things Loki had done, Brynn could never thank him enough for this tiny blessing. She felt a connection to him that she had never felt before, a mixture of fear, awe, hope, and perhaps love? No, not love. They had barely said anything to each other and he did try to kill them all. But he gave her this gift.
Brynn and Emily were not originally sure if it was Loki's sperm, they were baffled by how he had secured it, they were mortified and impressed by him. Brynn did not suffered from pain or complications except what her nerves caused during the pregnancy. Delighted as she was to have a child, it was not their only objective. For years people throughout history had attempted to make "super soldiers" or men with strength beyond that of regular men and endurance as well. What the two women got was more than the bargained for: a hybrid child or diverse origins.
It wasn't until Brynn's daughter was born that she knew the child to be Loki's own, it had in fact been his sample that she received. The doctor delivering her baby had erroneously declared her half Asgardian baby to be still born when the child came out a deep blue color. Brynn shook in her dreams at the memory of her howling scream, but the scream had been enough to stir the baby into crying. The doctor had nearly thrown the baby when it cried and did not change color. One of the nurses quickly caught the child in midair and wrapped a blanket around the babe. Brynn watched, exhausted, as they took her baby to a small table and began cleaning the tiny blue creature. Every thing was normal, except her color. All ten toes, all ten fingers, healthy respiratory.
"Please," she cried. "Bring my baby to me! Is it a boy or a girl?" Tears and sweat merged on her face. Her face was screwed up in a mix of emotions.
Pale, tired arms stretched out to receive the baby. The doctor had run off in a panic, so one of the nurses was left to direct the staff in the room. The masked nurse nodded to another masked nurse and the baby was handed to Brynn. The approaching nurse was tall and thin, she had a coldness about her that made Brynn want to scream. Any one who did not like her baby could not touch her baby. But she stayed quiet and only shifted her hospital gown. The nurse pulled the blanket further down the child and laid the baby softly upon her mother's chest. Instantly, her color began fading from blue to a soft pinkish pallor.
The nurse gasped, "Now, we all understand the sheer importance of this mother-child connection. It saved your child from being a freak!"
"My baby is not a freak! Get out!"Brynn hissed hysterically. "Get out, you cruel woman! Any of you who think my baby is a freak, get out!"
The nurse stepped back in shock and she followed several other nurses out the door. The head nurse remained in the room, watching the pair. She removed her mask and approached the patient's bed. With pursed lips she said "I will have to contact Director Fury about this."
"Will you take her away?" Brynn looked upon the woman with sad eyes.
"I do not think S.H.I.E.L.D. will, but I am assuming her uncle will want her. Thor is not the sharing type, you know this. The little girl's father did a lot of damage here, he is likely to never be forgiven and the Avengers will never accept this child. The only place she belongs may be with the Asgardians. Brynn, you brought this on yourself. You should not have accepted anything from Loki. You are a fool."
Brynn attempted to smother her pain. Agent Miko was right, she was a fool and now she was in a great deal of trouble. "What am I to do?"
Rin Miko approached the side of the bed. Her dark eyes surveyed Brynn's hazel ones. Miko reached behind Brynn and adjusted her pillow. "Be a mother. I will contact the director and then return to take care of you. I have to find another doctor. . . . Emily is near by."
Brynn's dreams repeated the birth over and over again into the night. She replayed her encounter with Loki. He had an unreadable smile on his face as he handed her the small cup. He told her to keep it safe and then he left. Nothing else had ever been shared between the two. Just that brief moment and the moment she saw him arrive surrounded by guards. Why had he chosen her? She was nothing. A lab worker, a small time scientist, a tadpole. She was not a genius like Tony Stark or Bruce Banner. She couldn't fire a gun, in fact she was terrified of them, she could not fight like Natasha Romanoff. Brynn never seemed to do well in archery despite the help Clint Barton had given to her. What was she to Loki?
A/N: I wrote this fan fiction during the summer for the heck of it, thought it would be an interesting concept to write about. It is not meant to be taken too seriously, so if it sound absurd, that is because it is. I didn't do a great deal of editing, so if something doesn't make sense, or is just a little confusing, let me know. Please review.