After a week I could make three salto on the trampoline, one without. Say hello and goodbye in 90 languages and successfully stand a small change against steroid man in the ring. And I was proud of myself. But time was flying and as we got closer Barne gave us our time table. Showing how much time we had. The losers would be the first to go on and they would only have 10 minutes. The winner at the end would have 1 hour long interview. So Lee surprised me one day when I was going over a routine with Vlad.
"Can you control those powers of yours?" he asked me.
"No I can't they only come when I am mad!" he then slapped me and looked at me in anticipation. I was irritated at that point but not enough to trigger my powers. He still looked at me until Vlad pushed him of the practice mat saying that this was a place for special shoes. Lee kept bothering me about my powers until I finally promised him I would try to get them to appear at my interview. And the interview was close now. As the day before came I was focusing on nothing but perfecting my Back walkover, it's a move where you walk the wrong way around, my now slightly bigger chance against steroid man in the ring and say hello and goddbye in 120 languages and how are you in 30. As I was boxing my pillow I kept going over all the hello's and goodbyes in my head. Not only that I did so too all through the night. When I finally fell asleep I had a horrible nightmare.

I was running down the mall, people screaming behind me. Chasing me and I was running so slowly, I was with all my might trying to run faster, but to no avail. The people were closing in on me, and in front of me was the prize. The Avengers all hung on giant crosses. What a joke, I thought to myself, because the only religion that had now been proven to be true was the Nordic religion. They were nailed to the crosses like jesus, blood running from their wounds, their necks were chained to the pole behind them and they were slowly chocking to death and I was the only one to save them, but I was running so slowly. I screamed at them telling them to hold on so I could get to them. I ran the hardest I could and it even hurt me in my dream to run this fast, every breath scrapped my throat, every stepped felt like I broke my bones. I saw Black Widow crumbling down and suddenly her head dropped. Barne's voice sounded.

"1 down 6 to go!" he screamed and I realized why I was running. They were after me as well. Then shortly after Tony Stark followed Black Widow. I was close now not more than 800 m from them. But it was too late to save the man, I deemed to be the Hulk in human form, he dropped. 400 m and still 3 left. Or two because The man I had seen on the roof, the one called Hawkeye was now dead. Come on Cap, hang in there Thor, I thought to myself. But Rogers couldn't take it anymore and let out one last muffled scream before he dropped. He was screaming my name. 200 m and I could see a person running next to me, I couldn't see who it was but I knew he was going the same way as me. To help Thor. He was struggling and I could see the fear in his eyes as he drew his final breaths. One of his hands got free and he stretched it towards me, but as I was about to reach it he collapsed and died. All of them were now gone. I screamed and started crying. Then the man from before ran up to me and grabbed me, and I thought he was going to kill me so I closed my eyes and waited for it but he suddenly started hugging me. He was hugging me I the middle of all the chaos, but instead of brushing him of I hugged him back and cried into his chest.
"Anno you have to wake up, relax and wake up!" he said. I knew that voice, but from where, who was this man. I looked up but before I could see his face I was shot in the back by somebody and woke up in a total chaos.

People were screaming and running around and I knew exactly why, because I could feel the sensation of the friendly fire tingling my body. I was standing in the middle of the cubicle and I was in a form of trance, I couldn't move and I felt nauseous. And worse than that I was blind or at least I couldn't see anything. I tried to take of the bind I thought was on my eyes but sadly there was no bind. I felt panic crawling up my spine and the flames grew even larger. But then arms flung around me and held me tight. They repeated the sentence from my dream.
"Anno relax, relax and wake up!" the arms were cool and I felt at home there. I snuggled my face into the cold chest and muttered to it.
"Don't go"
"I won't just relax you are way too hot right now and you are hurting people!" he said.
"Okay, okay!" I said and fell into a deep dreamless sleep in the chest of my mysterious savior.

"Wake up!" this harsh sentence was followed by the sensation of ice water being spilled on my body.
"I AM up, I am up!" I studded under my cold breath. I was in a room I had never seen before. The room was filled with ice and a few pillows, I had been sleeping on. I stood up and stepped down from the pillows, the cold floor felt good against my body and I could feel myself sinking into the ice and I soon felt really hot, unbelievably hot. I found myself leaning against the walls to cool myself down.
"Anno?" Lee's voice appeared in the speakers.
"LEE!" I felt really confused and I wanted to cool down.
"Anno relax your body-temperature is almost back to normal, and then you have to get ready for the interview!" he said, and his tone was really mean.
"WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT AN INTERVIEW!" I screamed and Lee started shushing me.
"Your temperature, your temperature, watch it!" he exclaimed and I realized he was right I felt a bit hot. I sat down on the floor and I suddenly felt something lacking from my body.
"I am naked. Huh, Lee why am I naked!" I spoke through gritted teeth.
"It's easier that way!" he said and I just closed my eyes and tried my best to relax my body. I sat thinking about the night before and remembered the man holding me. I wondered if he was real or if he was a part of my mind trying to calm me down. But before I could remember the whole thing I was pulled up by two men who were very busy eyeing my business. I felt very uncomfortable and I could see them thinking of nasty things. They took me out of the room. And gave me to Lee. He threw a blanket around me, and pulled me up bridal-style and started carrying me back to my cubicle. I wondered how much of it was left.
"Lee did anyone get hurt?" I asked.
"No luckily Sweden pulled everybody out in time" he said and touched my cheek.
"Good" said and snuggled against his chest, when something hit me.
"Lee did you help me last night?" I asked.
"No I found you in the ashes. Luckily for you the wardrobe was fireproof!" he said and laughed. He was dead serious. He would have killed me if the wardrobe had been burned. But then who was my mysterious savior. It couldn't be…. No not him, he hated me.
"My interview?"
"Is today after your training!" he said. But I didn't have training today I knew I didn't.
"What training?" I asked.
"Bitch did you think I would let you go out there without the proper interview training!" Lee as my coach, that's worse than steroid guy!
And I was right he was horrible, he was hitting, flinching, tickling and kicking me until I could laugh and talk the right way. He started by asking me for a funny story, but I couldn't think of any that didn't involve me and a lot of alcohol. So he started tickling me and I started laughing and I fell of the chair and onto the floor. He then simply said.
"People want you to be better than them, and being cute like that is something you need to work on." He then told me I had a bitchy resting face, which means that when I zone out my face looks unapproachable. So every time I zoned out which I did a lot, he would flinch my cheeks until I was red. Then he told me to laugh and when I naturally told him I couldn't just laugh, like that, he started laughing and it sounded so good, but slightly fake. But it made me think of how beautiful he actually was, and soon I was totally captivated by his height, width, hair, eyes, legs, mouth, everything. He inched closer to me and I suddenly felt my cheeks turning really red, and when he was an inch from my mouth he pulled away and laughed at me, that one was real.
"See what I did there, you were falling for me, because of my laugh, my smile, my teeth, and luckily for us you have a wonderful smile!" he said and flinched my cheek. I winced and he told me not to zone out anymore unless I wanted to go on global television with red, scarred cheeks.
So then after 2 hours of training I was finally ready, I knew how to talk, how to walk (I will spare you the story of me walking around in heels for 8 hours until my feet were numb) and how to laugh. And I felt ready. I was going to kick ass, if Lee could find an outfit. Because after the training there were 3 hours till my interview and he was running frantically around pulling dress after dress, taking them to me, then I would fall in love, and then he would say no anyway. That jerk I thought to myself when he came out with something and I suddenly felt much better. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a tight red dress, with a high collar in front and a long deep cut in the back. It had a slight lace all over but in the same color so you weren't able to see it. He told me to put it on and suddenly I became really aware of myself. He was going to watch. He had seen me naked this morning but now I was afraid? He apparently sensed my shyness, because he turned around and started looking for jewelry, and when he returned I had finally squeezed myself into the tiny little dress. He gasped and I suddenly felt scared, maybe I had ripped the dress with my large butt. But he turned the mirror in the corner and let me see myself and I felt like a superstar. I was barefoot, my hair was in a messy bun and I had no make-up on, but I was beautiful anyway in the dress. I could feel tears pushing through and they started running down my cheeks. Lee ran to me and hugged me tight and let me cry. I was so pretty, and I had done nothing for it. And while I was here being pretty and dressed up. The avengers were in danger somewhere, I couldn't get to without battling my way through this game, and even then I couldn't be sure if I would ever get to see them. Lee brushed my hair and told me it would all be ok. He loosened his grip and took my chin and pushed it upwards until I was looking into his eyes.
"I am sorry for all of this, but you have to fight, or he wins." He said. I thought he loved this game.
"What do you care?" I said and pushed away from him. I was walking for the door when he stopped me.
"They came to my apartment in New York city where my family had taken shelter. They told me Loki needed me, and I laughed at them and told them to fuck off, that's when this happened." He said and lifted his denim shirt to reveal a large scar from his chest down to his thigh. I ran to him.
"Are you okay?" I asked. Tracing the wound to see if there was an infection, Melissa had taught me that much.
"It's fine" he whispered and took my hands and helped me up on my feet again. He took my hands and held them tight in his and brought them to his mouth. He slowly began to kiss them.
"Lee.." I started but he stopped me by grabbing me hard and pulling me all the way into his embrace. His hands rested on my waist and he looked into my eyes.
"You are as beautiful now as you were when I first saw you on that table before the operation!" he said and his mouth suddenly approached mine. My face instantly flew back but his hands were already there holding it in place. I was getting really nervous at this point. He was going to kiss me, right? Or was he teasing me. But his mouth was so close now. It was just off. And my instincts made me to close my eyes. And suddenly his lips were on mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and every thought from before came back, as his body inched closer.
But suddenly the door to the cubicle opened and Sweden entered.
"Listen here bitch. I will give you one chance and one chance only to join my follow-up!" she said in a threatening way, follow-up what did she mean? when I looked at Lee whose face was still red from the kiss before, I could see a look of surprise in them. He certainly hadn't seen this coming at all.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her politely, as Lee had told me to, to make more friend in here.
"You don't know!" she laughed, "Wow, you really suck at your job!" this was pointed at Lee. How dare she say something like that? I took a step forward but Lee held me back. She continued.
"You will make me look better, in every way and in return I will put in a good word for you. Like mentioning your name in my interview." What I would never…
"She'll take it!" Lee said and Sweden looked overjoyed.
"Good, now let's just go over the details of the arr…"
"What no, I won't let people think that you are a nice person. Because you are not. You are bad in every way, you hit people who are trying to help you. You talk down to people being nice to you. And you don't appreciate their help. I feel a bit sorry for your stylist. I talked to him the other day and he cried in fear of going back to you. But, you did do something I was very grateful for. Thank you for saving all the people yesterday. I was so worried."
"What, well I heard you saved some yourself!" she said in confusion. So people didn't know I was the one to start the fire. Must have been covered up. But soon I was smacked out of my thinking state.
"Well if you don't want my help then I will enjoy watching you die!" she said and made her way for the door, but before she exited she turned around and the words that came out of her mouth were an utter shock for both me and Lee