Ian is not pronounced the normal way. Pronounce it; the letter I plus an. Also, words with 'these' around them are in Eir's mind
"I am friends with the monster thats under my bed. And I get along with the voices in my head. You trying to save me, stop holding you breath. And you think I'm crazy, yea you think I'm crazy, well that's no fair." Sang Rianna, her voice pumping from my iPod into my ears. I smiled as I heard Ian's familiar voice in my head. 'Shes right you know. You are friends with Adrian, and he is a monster, and he does live under your bed, even if SHEILD has no idea. You agree with me, right, Eir?' He asked. "I do, but I wish Ad- uh, I mean, HE could come out and comfort me. You are good, but you cannot touch me. I want to be loved by a real human, not just 'mythical creatures' and the voice in my head. Don't get me wrong, I do love and agree with you and him fully, but I want a real person. You know how lonely things get with none of your kind talks to you, except when forced. And that doesn't even apply to you, because there are no others you could talk to except me." I said. I laid down on the mattress SHEILD had supplied me with in a little room, and remembered it felt like knives on my back. Not to mention that there were probably knives in the mattress, but I won't complain. Now, just so you know, SHEILD found me at the side of the road with a bullet in my stomach when I was eleven. I was left there by my parents because I told them about Adrian and Ian. SHEILD took me in, and studied me, but I had learned from my mistake. I told them nothing. Except that I have a voice in my head and I had nowhere to go. They gave me a sort of 'home' to live in, and I was fed three square meals of mush a day. The only person I really trust is Agent Barton, because he is the only one who treats me like a real human being. He cares if I die, and he loves me. That is all I need in a person. He lets me sit with him on a bar on SHIELDs bridge celling. He even managed to get me some real food for meals! I mostly talk to Ian, but when I can manage it I will talk to Adrian, and when Barton is free he comes and sees me. One time, I was speaking to Ian and I couldn't see Barton because he was listening at my door. He took me down to the interrogation room. I said nothing, and Fury got so mad he slapped me. Ian is my conscience, but he goes one step further. He protects me. He will occasionally take over my body when I am in danger, just to keep me safe. He is like the older brother I have always wanted. I am 23 now, or so say the agents at SHEILD, and life hasn't really changed that much. Except for Fury questioning me about Ian every day at 3:00 PM. I have told him nothing more, and he has managed to control his temper towards me.
I have been hearing things about this guy named Loki, I think it is, and his brother Thor lately. "I know them, Thor and Loki, from somewhere. It's like, it's like, I knew them, and then I forgot. I know the names, but I don't have any memory of them..." I said to Ian. Before he could reply, I heard Barton at my door. "Eir? You up?" "Yes, idiot. It is four in the afternoon. Of course I am awake." I griped at him. "Hey, hey, now. No need for the name calling, or would you like me to start calling you Eir-Bear again?" "NO! Don't you dare." He laughed and I giggled. "Would you like to go for a walk?" "YES! I have been cooped up here for eight hours with no human to talk to." He picked up on the 'human to talk to' part and raised his eyebrows. "I will tell you nothing. Lets go. I'm getting restless." "All right then. Lets go." We walked out to the helicarrier roof and took a helicopter down to Central Park. Everyone stared as I stepped off the helicopter, and I couldn't blame them. I was easily six feet tall, and easily described as a sexy brunette. I had long curly brown hair that reached my waist, chocolate brown eyes, and a sweeping brown shirt, with tight leather leggings. Oh, and my woven bracelet. It was woven with silver and sparkling emeralds, with the biggest emerald (the size of a quarter, and as thick as the metal base of a lightbulb) placed in the middle surrounded by smaller gems. These were the things I was wearing when SHEILD found me. They seemed to adapt to my size as I grew, but luckily no one but Ian, Adrian, and I had noticed. I grinned and darted to a tree, placing my hand on the rough bark. 'I've missed this. So has Adrian. I wish he was here.' Said Ian. I closed my eyes and sent a message to Adrian. 'Hey bud. I am at the park. Here is a tree. My bracelet matches the color of the leaves. Wish you could be here.' I sent a picture of the tree and its leaves with the message and smiled sadly. "I wish he was here too." I said, leaning my head against the tree as I spoke. People stared, but I didn't care. I was too happy. I sat down at the base of the tree, sheltered by the shade of the huge Maple. "I know this. I've done this before. Where...? I don't have a tree as SHEILD, so it must have been when I was with my parents. What say you, Ian?" I asked, leaning my head back, against the rough bark of the tree. 'I agree. You have done this before. I don't think it was with your parents though...' He said. "Well, I guess it will forever remain a mystery." 'I guess.' Barton sat down beside me. "How was Fury?" "He kept his temper in check, and I told him nothing. The usual." "I expected so." We sat in silence for a few minutes, as the birds twittered and we thought together in silence. There are many great things about Agent Barton, but one of my favorites is that he is just as content to sit quietly as he is to talk, so he will usually just leave me to my thoughts. "Have you ever had the feeling you have done something before, but can't remember when or where? That is the feeling I get when I sit like this, under a tree, and when I hear the names Loki and Thor. Has that ever happened to you?" I asked him. "Yes." He said. "What did you do about it?" I asked. "I asked as many people as possible about the event, and eventually I found what happened." "Should I do that?" "No. Fury would get mad and you would be locked up." "Oh. I am going to get a drink. Be right back." "Ok." I walked down to the drinking fountain at the center of the park, and got a drink. The water was cool and refreshing, compared to the bottled water that I had to drink at SHIELD. I finished and made my way back to Barton. I plopped down under the tree, and promptly fell asleep.

"Eir, honey it is time to get up" The golden mist that surrounded me was so thick that I could not see. I heard a voice, it said "Eir, you must go with the man called Loki when he comes with you. When you are on Asgard, you must seek Odin and Heimdal. Odin will train you, and Heimdal will take you where you need to go. On Aneya, seek Ralif. He will teach you what you need to know. With your abilities, come back to Midgard. Unite the group called 'The Avengers', your army, and the Asgardian army. You must bring peace, happieness, light, and heat back to the universe. I love you. You can do this. We will always be with you." The last line was said by two people. I was embraced by two people, and my vision started to fade.

HEY PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO REVIEW, IT KEEPS ME WRITING. LOVE YOU ALL. (I KNOW I SPELLED SHIELD WRONG. IM JUST TOO LAZY TO FIX IT. ;) )

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