Heeelllllloooo everybody! My goodness the oneshots are here! The oneshots are here!

I am a little crazy on some medicine for bronchitis right now, but I feel FANTASTIC!

I have been crazy busy with my first semester in college so that's why I haven't updated yet but now I can start! I wrote a bunch over my break and now I just gotta type it all out.

This story title goes to SIBIANA! They suggested My Happy Home and I made it into Meus Domus which means My Home. At least I think it does. But congratulations! Just so people know, those who win get cameo's in these oneshots. So I will be messaging you shortly to ask what kind of cameo you want! I still need help with finding titles for Civil War, Avengers 2, and when she finally reenters the Wizarding World!

Also THANK YOU to Pyrrhos for helping me with the Latin. I had messed up on the original titles and they helped me a bunch! THANK YOU!

I also got to let you guys know about Luke4444. It has been years but this person gave me a lot of information that will help with many one-shots in this story. It comes into play minorly in this chapter but will grow as some more chapters about Adrian's magic take place. Thanks Luke4444!

As usual AnarchicMuse is the best and without them this story would be terrible!

And by the way if you have not read my story, My Little Girl you probably won't know what is going on.

And now onto the first oneshot of the series!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to Marvel or Harry Potter. But Adrian is mine and I co-own any new characters that I create so BACK OFF!

[Adrian]

I ran across the hallway of Papa, Miss Pepper, and my floor. Today was the day I had been waiting for and I couldn't be more excited!

Two weeks had passed since the alien invasion. Two weeks since I'd gone to Asgard to convince everyone that Mr. Loki was good and, as a result, ended up with Mr. Odin making him my teacher. My magic teacher.

And today was going to be my first lesson!

It was odd. Putting a name to what I am able to do. I'd never believed things like magic existed but they do and Mr. Loki was going to teach me how to do everything he could. Well…maybe not everything. He says there are steps to magic and the growth of it for every individual was different.

Papa was excited for me too, but he's been different since the invasion, he's barely let me out of his sight, Just the other day, I found a GPS tracker in my favorite headband. When I showed it to Miss Pepper she got so mad her face was as red as her hair. She and Papa argued for hours about it, but I understood where Papa was coming from.

Papa was worried about me. There wasn't anything wrong with that. Right?

When I reached their bedroom, I quietly pushed the door open and poked my head inside. Papa and Miss Pepper slept on an enormous four poster with what had to be the softest sheets in the world. Or at least they used to. One of the posters was gone thanks to my little explosion two weeks ago, but, aside from that, the room was pretty much fixed. All they needed to do was repaint a wall or two!

I edged closer to the bed ready to pounce on them only to find Papa wasn't in bed. I frowned looking back at the open door. Was he in his lab again? I crept back out of the room and made my way to the elevator.

"It is quite late Miss Adrian," JARVIS spoke up when I pressed the button to the floor of Papa's labs.

"I know JARVIS. But I'm just checking on Papa," I told him.

When the elevator doors slip open, I could immediately hear Papa welding in his lab. I skipped over to the door and put on my lab coat and safety goggles. Papa had one for every lab for me.

Walking in I saw he was working on an Iron Man helmet. This one was new though, the helmet was different colors.

"Papa?" I called to him. He turned off the welder and looked to me.

"Adrian? What are you doing up so late?" he asked, pulling off his helmet and setting his equipment aside.

"Today is my first lesson with Mr. Loki," I told him as he picked me up and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"That's not until ten munchkin. It's only-" he paused and looked at his watch. "Three in the morning."

I shrugged my shoulder. "I'm awake now."

Papa snorted in amusement. "Well since we are both up, why not be productive?" he said, sitting down with me in his lap.

"Why aren't you in bed Papa?"

He was silent for a minute.

"Papa just didn't want to sweetheart…Now why not help me with this new helmet I'm designing?"

And that is where Miss Pepper found us the next morning, still in the lab working on Papa's helmet. After scolding him for several minutes about letting me stay up all night with him in the lab, she took me to get washed up and ready for my lesson. I finished dressing just as JARVIS informed us that Mr. Thor and Mr. Loki were on their way up.

The moment the doors opened I wrapped myself around Mr. Loki's legs in the tightest hug I could manage,

"Someone seems a bit excited," he observed.

I nodded rapidly, drawing a booming laugh from Mr. Thor.

"Hello Thor, Loki. Would you like something to eat before I head out?" Miss Pepper asked.

"Thank you Lady Pepper, but we are quite well. I am just here to monitor the lesson," Mr. Thor said.

Miss Pepper gave him a nod before kissing my head and heading out.

After she left, knelt so he could look me in the eyes a little easier. "Are you ready little sorceress?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly and pulled both him and Mr. Loki's to the living room by their hands. Papa was sitting on the couch that he'd pushed back the night before to give us room to practice.

"Well Professor ready to start?" Papa asked Mr. Loki. I could tell Papa was still mad at him.

Just a bit.

Mr. Loki gave him a small smile, then led me to the center of the room. "Today won't be anything too exciting as you first need to understand your own magic," he told me.

I nodded, taking everything he said very seriously.

"The first day we met I could tell something was different about you. To test it I channeled my magic into my hand. Do you remember what you did?" he asked.

I nodded again. Because I'd been able to feel his magic, I'd been transfixed by the power I could sense coming from his hand.

"The reason you felt such a pull to me is because your magic was sensing me. Every person's magic is different. If you really wanted to go into it, a person can categorize their magic. Things like dark and light, or black and white; these are categories of not only a person's magic but the kind of magic someone can do."

"What is the difference between dark and black or light and white?" I asked confused.

"Well think of it this way. My natural magic is dark, there is no doubting that, it is simply because my magic responds to the darker spectrums of magic. It does not mean I truly do dark and terrible things."

I nodded in understanding.

"Black on the other hand is what I might be if the person you saw during the attack a few weeks ago was how I truly was. Black magic is truly evil."

"So it's kind of like electricity?" Papa said.

"I beg your pardon?" Mr. Loki asked.

"Electricity. You said your magic responds to the dark spectrums and the way you explained it, it is like opposing sides. Say dark magic being a negative charge and light magic being a positive one," Papa explained.

Mr. Loki looked thoughtful. "Yes…that could be one way to explain it, but it would need to go deeper. Not every kind of magic is set in stone. It can be used in a variety of different ways," Mr. Loki said. Then he raised his hand and made a flower from one of the vases float towards me.

"Wow…" I said, taking the flower.

"Did you see how I used that levitation charm to do something nice?" Mr. Loki asked.

I nodded.

He raised his hand, making the entire vase float, before dropping it to the ground causing it to shatter.

"Hey, what's your problem, Rudolph?" Papa exclaimed, rising to his feet.

Mr. Loki didn't even blink in the face of his anger, he simply waved his hand again and fixed the vase.

"Now I did something not so nice with the same spell. Magic is all about intent. Even the lightest of spells can be used for the wrong reasons."

Papa walked over to the vase and picked it up, examining it.

"How did you warp the gravity of the vase?" he asked, looking to Mr. Loki. The man blinked. I could tell he didn't realize how inquisitive Papa would be about this, but this was something we were both learning about. And Papa loved a good puzzle.

"Well…I'm not actually sure…Magic is…magic. Terrible explanation I know, but I am not well versed in all of the science of this world. I don't really have a good explanation for the subject of the vase's gravity," Mr. Loki said, he seemed reluctant to admit he didn't know something.

When Papa took out a notebook to write something down, I tugged on Mr. Loki's sleeve, silently asking him to continue. I knew Papa would still be listening.

"Can you tell what kind of magic a person might be? How you can tell your dark?" I asked.

"Well that is one of the things we can do today Adrian. We just need to focus very hard. Close your eyes," he instructed.

I immediately did as told, eager to get started.

"Relax your mind," Mr. Loki murmured. "Don't try to clear it, focus on calling your magic to the surface. Try and feel like you did the first time we met. Try to feel the magic, the strength of it, like when you called your father out of the vortex. You have done incredible things Adrian, but right now you need to find your magic."

I tried. Really I did. I tried thinking of all of the times I used magic, but one memory kept coming back to me. The time I appeared on the roof of my school back in England. And then it jumped to when I turned my teacher's hair blue, or that time with the sweater and how angry those people got every time I did that.

I started panicking. I wasn't even trying to do magic and they got mad what if everyone else did? Sure I was learning but what if I was a bad student? What if I did something wrong?

I could feel the tightening in my chest. I wanted Papa.

"P-Papa…" I whimpered. Instantly I was surrounded by warmth. I could smell grease and the cologne that Papa used and I could feel how tense I was in his arms. Then as everything came back I noticed that some type of wind was dying down.

Oh no, I did it again. I buried my head into Papa.

"Hey munchkin what's the matter you were doing so good?" Papa asked, kissing my forehead.

"No I wasn't," I muttered, ashamed of myself.

"Your father was right Adrian," Mr. Loki said. "I don't know why you got so scared little one, and I won't ask. But you were doing quite well especially for the first time you have purposefully tried to call your magic. Do not be ashamed."

"Indeed little sorceress" Mr. Thor piped in. "Be proud of yourself and hold your head up high."

I smiled at all of them and nodded.

"Perhaps what young Adrian needs is a totem," Mr. Loki said thoughtfully.

"A what?" Papa and I said at the same time.

"A totem. It is an object that you can center your magic around. It makes things easier for someone with magic to focus on it and gives them the ability to call it forth. It helps someone as young as Adrian. It isn't permanent. But it might be best to have one until she reaches her maturity."

"Well how can we get one?" Papa said.

"You can't just pick one up from the market. A totem is a precious thing. I've seen the folklore of the witches and wizards of this planet. They use sticks and without them are virtually powerless. Utterly useless thing to use. The kind of thing that Adrian needs is something that comes from the deepest emotions you have," Mr. Loki explained.

"Well what was yours Mr. Loki?" I asked him.

He got very quiet. I didn't think he would answer before finally he took a deep breath. "It was a cuff. A cuff to go around my wrist. It was made of a broken satchel of mine. It was a gift." He said quietly. I saw Mr. Thor go wide-eyed and smile a little bit. He must have given him the cuff!

"Well, we will work something out. Until Adrian finds a totem can she still do her lessons?" Papa asked.

"Well of course. The totem isn't mandatory but it is useful and I think will help in the long run. For now I will give Adrian things to work on throughout the course of a week, not just something she can learn in a day," Mr. Loki explained and then he looked to me "Would you like to try again Adrian?"

I gulped and then nodded. I had to do this. I was going to do this!

I walked over to him again and closed my eyes.

This time I thought of Papa. I thought of the moment that Mr. Loki and I met. When I phased through the glass and was instantly in Papa's arms. How I could feel the love he had given me even then, when I thought all hope was lost.

And then I felt it. It started from my belly and it almost did feel like electricity. I felt this flowing motion go all around me. I started to feel warm and I could even feel my hair begin to lift. And through my closed eyelids I began to see gray.

Literally gray. The outer edges of my vision were blacks and whites. They swirled and bobbled around each other like a dance. And when they collided I saw a warm gray light.

"I can see it Mr. Loki…" I whispered, not wanting it to go away. This was my magic. It was so…beautiful.

"You truly are extraordinary Adrian," I heard him reply. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the lights flickering. Papa was looking at me with pride. Mr. Thor was looking at me in awe. And Mr. Loki…was amused?

"You my dear are neither dark or light or black or white," He said cryptically. I tilted my head in confusion.

"You, little Adrian, are what magic calls gray. Both light and dark magic responds to you quite well, that is why your magic responds to your will so easily. The interesting thing is that gray is neither good nor bad as well. It is considered a neutral kind of magic." He said before chuckling.

"At least I won't be bored teaching you." He said causing everyone in the room to laugh.

"You never cease to amaze me munchkin." Papa said with a smile.

I love magic.

There it is! The first chapter of my one shot series. Hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to review!