Sister.
What is it brother.
Sister, someone is here. Someone from one of the worlds that the Yggdrasill unifies.
…What do you mean? The Nine Realms? This cannot be!
Do not be raged, sister. This wanderer could be our key to go home.
Where is home? You are not welcome on Vanaheimr just as much as I am not welcome back Muspelheim.
We will continue this discussion later, my dear Persephone. Someone is close to your cell.
With those last words, Persephone's brothers deep voice vanished from her inner thoughts. The small girl stepped forward towards the thick glass and glanced around. She did not see anyone around nor did she hear anyone. Persephone sighed, Castiel was a full demon while she was only half. It was natural that his instincts were sharper than hers.
Persephone stepped back and caught a look at her reflection. Not much of her appearance had changed in the years she had been in Sheild. Her waist long, platinum blonde hair still shimmered in the light. Her heterochromia iridis, with one iris orange and one red, still pierced through the soul of any mortal they looked upon. Black leather trousers with a matching tank top and a faux fur vest with maroon edging helped complete her look along with a leather belt and black pumps.
She ran her hands down her sides and gave a confident smirk of approval just when she heard a lock click, and a large metallic door open. Persephone took a few steps back and popped her hip out with sass. Looks like her brother had been right. Visitors were coming.
Though, her sassy attitude dropped when Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, her mentors, sauntered through the door… followed by three other men that Persephone had no knowledge of. Her sass instantly returned.
"Good morning, Natasha, Clint. What brings you here?" Persephone said.
Said assassins stood in front of the other three Avengers, "We're here to introduce you to our cohorts." Natasha said with a small smile. But her eyes betrayed her giving away the fact that there was other news to share by not meeting the demi-demon eye to eye.
"Is that all, Natasha? Just to be introduced?"
No answer.
The demi-demon turned to Clint, "What other news is there that has Natasha unable to speak?"
Clint sighed and began to speak but was interrupted by Tony who walked straight up to the glass wall, "What has our red haired vixen tongue tied is the fact that there is a Frost Giant Norse God son-of-a-bitch in our hands here that we have no idea how to deal with him because he might have grown stronger and apparently you can help with that. Which reminds me, who and what are you cause you are clearly not human."
See what I told you sister? A god! A Frost giant! Do you know what this means? We can go home!
Persephone shook off her brothers voice and stepped up close to the glass , "My name is Persephone Bane. My mother was a human from Midgard that was captured by my father, a demon from Muspelheim. He raped her and I was that result, a demi-demon. Now that you know me, it Is only fair that I know you."
"So, you yourself are from one of the Nine Realms like our prisoner? Oh, and I'm Bruce Banner, I wouldn't get me angry if I were you." Bruce chimed in.
"Yes, I suppose I am, Mr. Banner. It is nice to meet you and for whatever reason I should not get you angry, I will try my best."
Tony spread his arms wide and smirked, "My name is Tony Stark and I am the god of Earth."
Steve rolled his eyes, "He is not. He made an artificial suit that can fly and everyone apparently loves him. He's full of himself, Perspehone. By the way, my name is Steve Rogers or Captain America if you would like to call me that."
The demi-demon gave an awkward smile, "Alright, Captain America."
Careful, sister. These men are dangerous. Be cautious around them.
"Natasha, is Persephone the only one of her kind down here?" Bruce asked.
She shook her head, "No she has a brother who is a demon of 2 worlds…? Is that right Persephone? We keep him locked up tight."
"Yes, it is true. I have an older brother named Castiel. He, of course is a full demon. Our father travelled to Vanaheimr-
Do not speak of me, sister. I wish to be a secret.
Brother. I'm sorry. I'm going to have to.
"Persephone? Are you alright?" Bruce asked with a curious look.
"I'm fine. But anyways, my brother is the love-child of a demon from Vanaheimr and our father. Because of this, he has… mind powers, incredible knowledge. He can talk to someone, anyone he likes with his mind… which is exactly why I paused. He was talking to me."
"What was he saying?" Bruce pressed.
"None of your business, Mr. Banner!" Persephone snapped.
He flinched and backed away.
She rubbed her temples, "Sorry, Mr. Banner. On a different note, do I get to see this captive of yours? I wish to speak to him."
Clint pressed buttons on the side of the glass wall which opened. Persephone stepped out and breathed heavily. It was good to be on the outside again.
"He's right this way. We put him in the maximum security room this time."
This time? So he has been to Midgard before. See what information you can get from him, Persephone.
You do not call me sister?
I am not pleased with you at the moment, so no. You are not sister to me at the present time.