Disclaimer: I do not own any marvel property however I do own my OC's. This chapter is the pervious chapters events from the Valery's POV. Please review and comment. Have a good reading day. Phoenix Trails.


Valery's Pov

I paced around my dorm, the cream walls silently mocking me for not knowing what I to do. The constant tapping of my feet on the mocha oak floor annoyed me to no end but pacing was the only thing that could calm my nerves. Deciding this was pointless I plopped on the floor and spread out snow angel style. The floor was cold against the back of my neck. The polish on floor smelled like lemon around reminded me of Amora. I slammed my fists against the floor earning yells from the room below. Sighing a dragged myself onto my bed and snuggled into my silver comforter. The soft fabric bringing me peace I had only new as a child. With that peace I fell into a deep sleep.

"Dearest Valery, it is time to awaken"

My head pounded as I tried to place the voice. My eyes snapped open and saw a figure dressed in green standing above me. Her blonde hair being held away from her eyes by a weird looking head band. Her green eyes showed concern as she looked me over checking for damage.

"Amora!"

Gasping in surprise I tried to move backwards to find myself pressed against a wall. She held her hands up in a way as if she was trying to calm a frightened animal.

"Calm yourself Thorson, I mean you no harm." She said slowly trying to get closer. Red filled my vision at her words.

"Are those the words you told my mom before YOU KILLED HER AND TOOK US FROM OUR PARENTS?" I yelled trying to strangle her but she just teleported away from my hands. I growled, my hands clenching into fists. No doubt my blue eyes glowing in anger.

She looked ashamed before trying to say something but I held up my hand.

"Save it. I don't want to hear your twisted logic."

I got off the ground and wiped off my pants. Wait. I'm not wearing my clothes. Instead I'm in some weird armor. My pants were made of white leather. My shirt was like snow as well with gold detail but it wasn't a t-shirt instead it was assumingly Asgardian design. It had a gold breast plate on top of it that shielded my whole chest and clipped together in the back. I turned around to see a cape attached to my back, flying like a gold flag, the fabric was soft but not delicate. I fiddled with thick golden bracelets that started at my wrists and went to mid-forearm. They were cold underneath m finger tips. They had designs running along them, they looked like Norse Runes. Suddenly they started to shake and form letters, almost like they were being translated.

Heir of Asgard

I took my eyes off of it for a second to look over at Amora. She was pacing the length of the hallway we're in. When I looked back the bracelet went back to runes. What does Heir of Asgard mean.

Amora slowly walked back over, her face holding a scowl. I snorted, it seemed like a permanent feature on her face. She raised her eyebrow at me.

"You're scowling at the walls like they did something to you." I said mirth being displayed in my voice. She scowled further before flipping her hair.

"I'm scowling because we are trapped in this place with no way out. Valery Thorson."

Not understanding what she meant I looked around. We were in a golden hallway but unlike in other dreams there was no ceiling just flames flickering just above the height of the walls. I looked in awe but finally understood why I had smelt sulfur. I had no clue where we were. I started walking down the hall, the flaps on my armor slapping against my pants making a light clicking sounds. As I rounded the corner I stopped. Amora ran into my back before looking up as well. What the hell is that?

I woke up with a start, my heart racing inside my chest. My dream startled me but didn't provide me with an answer for my dilemma. I ran my gold finger nails through my blonde hair. Tugging them occasionally threw knots. A knock at my door distracted me from my thoughts. I walked over to the white door and opened it. Marco was standing there, halfway through another knock. Carol and Chase stood behind him. I put my hands on my hips waiting for them to say why they are here.

"Me, Carol, Chase, Nicolette, Victoria and Helena have come to an understanding." I nodded, telling them to continue. "We NEED to get out of here."

58 Minutes later…

All of us were running down the antique halls, taking down any guards that stood in our way. Many of them just let us pass not understanding we were trying to break out of the prison that we had be held hostage in for most of our lives. We were trying to find Yvette, who had left class early. We went to the competition center but ran into guards the hallway before we reached her. They were armed to our surprise and quickly pinned me against the wall. I heard Helena cry out as she too pinned to the wall.

I heard the clicking of heels on the tile before I ever saw principle hand walk down the hallway. She had the biggest smirk ever plastered against her face, red lips looking like a crescent moon drenched in blood. It made me hate her even more thinking she had been part of my mother's death. I looked over to see all of us trying to glare holes in her head. She started talking something about abandoning the only home we ever had and yada yada yada.

"Let go of us now! You can't keep us here forever! We will not be held prisoner!" I screamed, my lungs burning at the intensity of my voice. She cocked an eye brow before smirking again.

Suddenly a guard screamed and started going down. Marco took the opportunity to slam his first into the guard's face, knocking him out cold. An arrow flew past me burying itself to a man's shoulder, he screamed slightly before I locked him into a head lock, watching as he stopped struggling and passed out. I fought a few more guards before stopping. There were bodies of about 20 men scattered on the ground. Principle Hand had ran during the fight, taking cover behind a wall with no agents to defend her. But we wouldn't do anything to her yet. There were more important things on our minds.

"Guys, I hear more coming!" Carol said as she took fighting stance again. The others did as well.

"Back here, we can hide in here" I turned to see Yvette pointing to competition center, over her shoulder a silver bow. Her red hair was everywhere.

We got weapons and ran leaving a smoke grenade for the rest of the guards and Hand. We ran out into parking lot and stole a car heading for Avengers tower. Suddenly Yvette asked the question everyone was thinking.

"What just Happened!"


I recounted the events from my point of view, glossing over the dream part. Everyone nodded as we drove through the outskirts of New York. One by one most of us nodded off, drained by today's events. I laid my head on the cool window and watched as we drove. I saw things I had never seen before in person. And I guess it finally sunk in that we were finally going to meet our parents. A smile crossed my faced as I glanced around at my family. We were finally going to be whole.

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. In the next chapter we will finally see the Avengers themselves. Yeah. IMPORTANT NOTE: I will not be on as much as usually for the next couple weeks so chapters will not be coming as fast as usually. P.T.