She opened her green eyes and looked up, feeling unfamiliar hands touching her skin.

"You're awake." He yawned and she practically jumped off of him, changing into her 19 year old self. She instantly regretted it and started coughing up blood. She shrank back 7 years and looked up at him.

"What happened? How long was I out?" She sat cross legged as she pushed her hoodie sleeves up to her elbows.

"You fell unconscious, I've been keeping you at 12 for about 8 hours now." He yawned again as he got up and stretched.

"You saved my life, I would've killed myself. You must be exhausted." He looked over his shoulder at her as he left the room.

"What gave it away?" She stood up and followed him into the main room, only to see him walking towards the elevator. Her bare feet hit the ground as she ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going? You can't leave, he'll take you over again and you'll be used as bait." He turned to face her.

"I'm not welcome here, where I am a prisoner."

"At the moment you're a prisoner wherever you go. Maybe if you help us you'll actually be welcome." He yawned again and lent against the wall next to the lift. "For gods sake, go to sleep." She grabbed his hand and walked him over to the sofa which she pushed him onto. She caught him by surprise and he actually fell onto the sofa, grabbing her on the way down. She landed on her knees by the sofa and pain raced up her body causing her to bite her lip. She got up and sat on the sofa next to him as he scrambled up.

She rubbed her knee as she looked over at him, it hadn't really hurt but it had triggered the morning pain that wouldn't normally set in for another hour.

"Go to sleep Loki." She said as he stifled another yawn, his head drooping. He glanced at her, green grey eyes catching her in their gaze.

"How can I trust that you wont try to imprison me again." He had a point, sure, but surely the fact that she had actually freed him in the first place was proof.

"You saved my life and watched over me as I slept, the least I can do is let you sleep." He looked at her then shrugged before he lay down on the sofa, his head next to her. She noticed that he didn't close his eyes though, his arms were crossed over his body. She knew that there was no way that that was comfortable.

"You change age when you're unconscious." She glanced down at him as she reached for the remote on the table behind the sofa.

"I know. I can't help it." She turned the telly on and a news article came on dealing with all the damage done to the city this time. It even showed a picture of Loki from when he had tried to take over the world a couple of years ago.

"They still have that tape, I thought Thor destroyed it." He uncrossed his arm and relaxed slightly as she changed the channel quickly. His green grey eyes looked up at her and she couldn't meet them. He pushed himself up slightly and she looked over at him. "What's wrong child?"

"That's right, you still don't know my name. Its Kimberly, though call me Kim."

"What's wrong Kim?" She still couldn't look at him.

"I was there, that time. You would've had me killed if the cap hadn't distracted you from me standing up as well." He slumped down and rolled over, unintentionally putting his head on her lap.

"And here I thought it was something important." She glared down at him, though with the face of a 12 year old it didn't have the same menace.

"If you had tried to kill me then I would have had to have come out as being a mutant and would've been tested. I've had that done before, had all the blood drained from my body, only for my cells to kick start me again and bring me back from the brink of death. Surely you saw the scars." She gestured at her wrists where scars from tubing and needles littered her veins. "This way, with me becoming an Avenger, I come out as a mutant but also a hero. I would rather that."

"I- I didn't mean that, sorry." It was quiet as the noise from the telly filled the room. It wasn't long until Loki and Kim fell asleep. She hadn't actually slept for a day, and for a woman who normally gets 3-4 hours sleep on a good day getting none was bad.

She woke up to a muffled shh and a pen hovering just above her face.

"Don't even think about it sweetie." Natasha blinked at the nickname but let go of the pen anyway. Pouting slightly. Clint smiled and stepped backwards.

"Will you two ever learn to behave?" Steve asked as he walked over and handed her a cup of coffee. She took it and almost spilt it when Loki started to stir in her lap. She quickly put it down to let the asgardian up as he yawned and sat up.

"You're normal again." He said as he looked a her sideways. She smiled as she picked up her coffee and tasted it, she frowned and got up, walking towards the kitchen to put some sugar in it.

"Any thing happen whilst we were asleep?" She asked as she leant against the counter. She glanced at the brothers who were glaring at each other across the sofa, she caught Thor's eye and he turned away. Loki raised an eyebrow and turned to face her but Stark spoke so she turned her attention to him.

"A group of people with red eyes have demanded that you meet their boss, I'm gonna assume that that's the dude with the green eyes, or else they will start to kill people." He said as he leant on his hand and turned the telly on. The news was broadcasting the image of a reporter who was sat in the back of an ambulance getting a syringe pulled from her arm.

"Kimberly Foster, whoever you are, please meet with them. They've started shooting people with undisclosed liquids, and issuing threats. I've seen the result of this chemical, it kills people slowly. I don't know what they want, I just know that this man-" A photo of the man who they called their boss came up. He had toxic green eyes and sandy blond hair that curled under his ear, a smug smile plastered on his face. "plans on doing with you but is your life really worth those that live in Manhattan?"

She didn't really have a choice. She put her coffee down and started towards the lift. They all moved as one, each of them getting up and taking a step towards her. Loki appeared in front of her, blocking the lift.

"What do you think you're doing." She looked over her shoulder at them all, ignoring the projection in front of her, and spoke to them all directly.

"My job-"

"As what, a hero. If you do that what's to say he won't kill you?"

"Not as a hero, as a daughter." Natasha and Stark paused mid step as what she had just said washed over them.

"So he's your father." Bruce said as her phone stared to buzz in her pocket. She nodded as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Taylor. She cursed and picked up the call.

"Mom, what's happening. I got your note on the fridge but now- who is that?" She'd forgotten about her daughter. In all the mess she'd forgotten about her daughter.

"Tay, where are you? Are you safe?" They were all looking at her now, still standing up. She stepped away from the door and sat down on the sofa, her free hand running through her hair.

"I'm safe, I think. There were some on our street so I'm backtracking. I'm near the tower-"

"Go to the tower I'm there. It safe." She looked up hopefully and out of the window.

"Of course you are. I'll be there in a second." She hung up and Kimberly slumped against the sofa. Natasha sat down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder as Kim sat up straight and looked up at Tony.

"It is alright for my daughter to come here isn't it?" Natasha looked at her sideways.

"You- of course. Yes its fine." They all slowly sat down on the sofa as Kim got up and started towards the lift. Loki and Stark both started to get up before they realised the she was just going to get her daughter.

"She might be able to help us, you know. She takes biology and chemistry at degree level. She might be able to figure out what's happening to those people." She said as the doors started to close.

Taylor stood outside the door, Fury talking to her, telling her that she had the wrong building.

"Let her in cupcake. She's my daughter." Fury paused and glanced over his shoulder at her, questioning her. Kim knew why, Taylor looked nothing liker her. With her dark cocoa skin and her whisky afro tied back into a ponytail, it should have been obvious that she was adopted. Taylor smiled and pushed past Fury who had just given up with Kim and her family.

The 22 year old practically bounced as they went up in the lift. Kim rolled her eyes and ruffled her daughters hair. The door opened and they were met by the whole group. Kim sighed and leaned out of the way as her daughter started asking questions.

"Tay, shut up and get out." Kim said as she pushed her daughter out in front of her. Fury stood by the lift and smiled at Taylor's antics as she walked around them all, taking in everything.

"She's been influenced by you a lot." Kim looked over at him and smiled.

"I've had her since she was 8, she barely knew her parents." She said quietly as her daughter smiled and chatted with Natasha who was showing her the basics of a gun. Kim seemed to realise this as she promptly walked over and took the gun from her daughters hands.

"Not the girl who nearly blinded a guy at the shooting booth." Taylor smiled and laughed at something Clint said. Kim handed the gun back to Natasha then walked over to where the others had gathered.

"She looks nothing like you." Thor stated as Taylor laughed as she walked over with Natasha, Clint and Fury. Kimberly smiled and put her elbow on her adopted daughter's shoulder. Taylor turned towards her mother, flashing her pink nose stud, and realised the severity of the situation.