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Chapter 2
She really didn't mind the rain. It had always been a comforting thing.
But today, the rain was annoying. She couldn't see a thing through the downpour. She was soaked down to her underwear and her leather suit was beginning to chaff.
She adjusted her quiver and knelt down behind the air conditioning unit. The soft hum masked the sound of her arrow and bow perfectly.
She hadn't quite understood why Loki wanted her to break into Stark Twoer. She knew that he despised the Avengers, but sending her in to face them just seemed like suicide. She looked down at the tip of her pony tail watching the rain drip off the ends of her red curls.
Suicide didn't make sense though. Loki wouldn't want her dead. He had said he needed her.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of the elevator.
She readied an arrow and peered over the air conditioner.
Two men where in the elevator; one she recognized as Tony Stark and the other as Steve Rodgers.
She trained her bow on Stark and slowly pulled the string back with her gloved fingertips. She had one shot; just one.
She watched Stark take a step out into the rain his shirt instantly getting soaked. A soft blue light shown through the fabric on his chest, causing her to pause.
She released a bit of tension on the bow. The light seemed familiar, like she had seen it before; perhaps in a dream. She shook her head ridding her mind of the thought and took aim.
She took a deep breath and let go.
For the first time, she missed.
Her heart clenched in fear as Stark recovered and headed to her location. Panicking, she loaded her grappling arrow and took off. She launched herself off the edge of the Tower and swing to a neighboring building.
She didn't dare look back; she just ran.
She finally reached her safe house and quickly got inside. She dropped her bow just inside the door and leaned heavily on the door, breathing heavily. She slid down to where she was sitting and ran her hands back over her soaked hair.
"How did it go?" Loki asked stepping out of the shadows.
Her head snapped up searching for him. She took a shaky breath before answering.
"I missed," she said softly.
She could feel the anger radiating from Loki.
"You missed?" he hissed, his boots echoing as he walked forward.
She stood up and held her head high, "Yes I missed. I am sorry," she replied trying to stay strong.
"I gave you one task. One simple task. Get into Stark Tower and take out an Avenger. And you failed," Loki said in a low menacing tone.
She slumped slightly, knowing this wasn't going to be good.
"You're weak. I was foolish to think you were more than just a human," he continued.
"I am," she squeaked.
"No! You're not! I'm done with you. You are just a waste of my time! Do what you wish, go sell your talents, sell your body, I don't care. You care too much for an assassin. Your own heart is your poison. Go join the ranks of liars and killers where you belong," Loki snarled towering over her.
She was shaking. All she managed to do was grab her bow from the floor and slip back into the rain.
She walked away from the house, her body numb. She found herself back on the rooftops searching for shelter for the night. On a building across from Stark Tower, she took refuge under an awning that covered electrical boxes.
She brought her knees up to her chest shivering as a breeze cooled her rain soaked clothes.
She curiously looked over to Stark Tower and peered into the window. She saw the Avengers happily celebrating something and a surge of jealously flow through her. She had never had something like that. Her birthday was usually celebrated briefly on Asgard with a small group, but nothing more. She didn't have friends; only enemies.
She hurriedly wiped away a few tears and hugged her knees tighter. She was alone.
So she quietly watched the party; picturing in her mind that it was for her and let sleep take her over.