CHAPTER FOUR ALREADY.

And after this chapter, there will still be many questions unanswered. These will be answered in later chapters, I promise.

And I can tell you now already, there will be M rated chapters.

If you don't like to read those (don't worry, I'll warn you before they come) then please just skip them and continue with the story.

And you may not want to read those chapters anyway since I've never written smut before.

But I'll give it a shot.

Hawkeye is AWESOME

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Except my OC's and stuff.


"When truth is finally to be told

Is the pain really worth the wait?

From a tale, so old

Is there someone to whom she can relate?"


This time she woke by muffled voices from outside the door. They were arguing about something, and Phoebe didn't like it. She sat up and leaned against the bedframe. She looked around the room and frowned. The curtains were covering the window and there were no lamps lit, but the room was not dark. Not at all. She every little shadowed corner was visable and clear. The voices outside continued and Phoebe was going to do something about it. Her arms crossed over her chest as she spoke.

"I can hear you, you know." The voices stopped and she could almost hear them looking at the door. She grinned as the doorknob turned and two men walked in. It was Tony and some new guy, with brown, a little bit curly hair. He looked nervous, while Tony had a perfect pokerface. The new guy walked to the bed and stopped next to Phoebe. A slight smile appeared on his face as he looked down at her, straight into her eyes.

"Stark, look at this! Just by being in that short presence of another one, the reaction is remarkable!" Phoebe looked at him in confusion. What was he talking about?

Tony made his way towards the bed and nodded as he looked at her eyes as well.

"That's an expected reaction. Though, Phoeney here got it a little bit before calculated." Phoebe bit her underlip as she got examined by Tony and the stranger. What was so special now, and didn't show before? She got up from the bed and pushed the both men aside as she walked into the bathroom, trying to cover as much skin as she could in the t-shirt she slept in. It was Tony's from the start, and she just borrowed it to sleep in. Even if it was big, it still ended at the middle of her thighs, exposing the rest of her long, thin legs. Its long sleeves was to long for her own, so her hands were hidden. She gently closed the door behind her and locked it as she heard the men following her. She didn't bother to turn on the lights, since the room was just as uplit as the other one. She turned and froze.

She stood there for what felt like an eternity. Her first movement was a shaky breath, as she remembered how to breathe. A shivering hand reached up to her blonde bangs as she gently pushed them aside. She leaned in at the mirror she was staring at to get a better look at her eyes. A pair of green, almost shining cateyes were staring back at her. The pupil was thin and went from the bottom to the top of her iris. A black, thin line surrounded the eye and made it look like she had eyeliner. Her eyelashes bright, and hard to notice. It was a perfect copy of cateyes. Phoebe was shaking as she reached up to the mirror and touched the reflection's eyes. She gasped and put her hand against her mouth.

What is this?

The door flew open just as the blue guy from yesterday rushed in. He wasn't wearing his blue uniform, but he was easy to recognize. Tony and the new guy stood just outside the bathroom door, waiting for her. The blue guy lifted her up under her arms and stood her up. A hand rested hon her back and encouraged her to walk forward. Her whole body was shaking slightly as she walked past the other two and proceeded into the big room from yesterday. Today, a big oval table was placed in the middle. She slowed down and stopped a few meters from the table. The blue guy brushed past her and sat down next to the other two who was already sitting there. One of them was a little bit older fellow, all dressed in black, with an eyepatch over one of his eyes. The uncovered eye glared intensly at Phoebe. His hands were assembled together, resting on the table. The man next to him was younger, older than herself though. His dirty blond hair was messy and just as the man next to him, he was all dressed in black. This one only stared, but just as intense. Stark and the guy from before walked past her and joined them. Phoebe glanced around and slowly sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"We won't bite, kitten." She glanced up at Stark as he cracked his rude comment and glared. He raised one eyebrow and stared back at her.

"Miss James. I'll ask you to calm down, or we'll have a problem." A low voice spoke. She turned her gaze towards the older one with the eyepatch.

"What is it, patchy?" She hissed back at him. She was starting to get annoyed, she didn't want to be here, to get interrogated by these strangers.

"I'll recommend you to go low with the attitude, Miss James."

"What do you want?" As she spoke, she could clearly feel her canines getting more and more pointed, sharper.

"I am Nick Fury, the director and leader of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Is that suppose to mean someting to me?"

"Have some manners, kittycat." Stark crossed his arms over his chest while Phoebe hissed at him, welcoming her catlike instincts. Fury sighed and continued.

"You're not an ordinary teenager, James. In fact, you're not even human." Phoebe jerked her head up and stared at Fury. She let out a slight laugh.

"You think I haven't noticed that already?"

"Well, with that cat-sized brain-"

"Stark, will you shut your mouth, for the love of god?" The dirty blonde guy interrupted Tony, sounding irritated as fuck. Phoebe decided she liked that guy and she smiled gratefully at him. He returned her with a cold expression. Fury sighed again and tried to continue explaining.

"You're an Asgardian female named Wynja." A brow raised and a skeptical expression showed on Phoebe's face.

"Asgardian? As in the people on Asgard? As in Asgard in the Norse mythology? As in a God?" Fury nodded and she bursted out in laughter.

Phoebe wiped a tear from the corner of the eye when she finally stopped laughing.

"God, you guys have humour. Seriously though, why am I here, and why do I loke like a furry?" Fury frowned and Stark chuckled.

"Your mother escaped to earth to you and hid you in Sweden while she was executed for treason. You was adopted by a couple of Americans, aka S.H.I.E.L.D agents. They renamed you and took you into their home, raising you like a normal girl." Phoebe nodded, still not believing this nonsense.

"That does not explain why I'm almost growing claws."

"You were born with an enormous amount of Asgardian magic. It makes your body leak out some magic all the time, sometimes more, sometimes less. Why you ressemble a cat is not important."

"And why is those big ass guys after me?" Phoebe crossed her arms once again, glaring at Fury.

"Thor is the king of Asgard, and God of Thunder. He is an ally to S.H.I.E.L.D, however, we do not share the same oppinion in this matter."

"Thor was that blonde dude? Then what does want?" Fury sighed and Stark chuckled slightly.

"What's so funny, Stark?" She glared at the man who was grinning at her.

"You'll like this, kittycat, listen to uncle Fury now." She snorted and turned her gaze towards Fury.

"At an early age, you were betrothed to Thor. He and his adoptive brother is here to bring you back to Asgard for marriage." By this time Phoebe's mouth was open and eyes blown wide, staring at Fury and Stark was laughing his ass off. Phoebe shut her mouth and stood up and glared at Stark. She started walking just as Fury also raised from his chair. He caught Phoebe's wrist and just as she turned her head to hiss at him and brush him off, he put a gun against her temple. She froze and glared at him.

"Your amount of magic ability turns you into a timebomb and is too dangerous to give to the Asgardians, to dangerous to let Loki lay his hands on." He lowered his gun, but didn't let go of her wrist. "Your magic stats goes wild in his presence, that's why you look like this now. He is sure to try take advantage of your powers." She felt something metallic on her wrists and heard a slight "click" sound. She looked down at the handcuffs. She looked up in panic as Fury turned her around and escorted her towards the stairs. "And that's why we are going to use you to end him, once and for all."

Phoebe hit her head into the roof of the trunk of the car as it drove on another speed bumb. She breathed out a curse as she struggled to get her hands out of the handcuffs. Her eyes was back to normal so the area was too dark for her to see a thing.
Fury was driving her back. Back to the parents who obviosly just hired to do their job, back to a life of lies. Back to something that would get her killed.

She was suppose to be a bait for the guy that destroyed New York, the guy who was one of the biggest villians of earth. She was suppose to be the bait to a God.
She took a few breaths and reminded herself that she apperently was a God too.

But was that enough?

Probably not, she thought to herself.

It was pretty cool though. She would brag about this to Chester. How she met his idol of all time, Tony Stark. She would tell him how much of a jerk he is.

And she would tell him she would die soon.

She took a few more deep breaths and closed her eyes, trying to sleep. She hoped for a nightmare-free nap. Though, as always, things never turned out as Phoebe wanted.


S.H.I.E.L.D thought that Loki was stupid. Oh how wrong they were, they would regret ever assuming that.

His plan was simple. Unpredicatble for those who didn't know of it, but easy to fulfill.

Thor's patethic fiancé was soon to be his tool.

Midgard would pay for their actions.

And Loki would take his rightful place as king.


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