GUESS WHO'S BACK IN FULL SWING? Not me, but I'm at least back! Band camp ended two weeks ago, but I had tons of stuff to do, and school starts next week... so I guess I should get one chapter in before I go back and have my life taken up by AP classes. Actually, I only have one AP class this semester (AP PSYCHOLOGY!), but the teacher said there's tons of reading... yaaaaaay...

Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

Clint: Aren't you going to say-

Me: Shut up, Clint. I say it at the end of the chapter.

Natasha: Has anyone seen Tony?

Abigail: Nope. Why?

Natasha: Because apparently there was a camera in my room. And it's activated by movement. And it took pictures.

Me: He's that way.

Abigail: Let's get to the story. I'm pretty sure people don't want to see Tony's doom.


Loki was lying on his back in his cell when the door open. He turned his head, expecting to see Tony, but instead saw Abigail.

He grinned. "Ah, Miss Abigail-"

"Don't talk to me." she snapped.

The god raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "What has happened to you? You seem angry at me."

"Maybe it's from the whole little argument from yesterday." she mumbled, turning her back to him.

"Ah, that. Have you thought about anything I said?" he asked.

"Yeah. And I already told you I didn't want to know anything. Even if I did want to know, I certainly wouldn't want you telling me."

"And why is that, Miss Abigail?"

"Because, you're the god of lies. People like you don't tell the truth. Ever."

"There is no one like me. I can assure you of that."

"Oh really?" she said, turning towards him. "There is no one like you? Trust me, there is always one person- mortal or god- that is the exact same as you. Don't be so vain."

Loki chuckled and walked towards the glass wall. ""And how would you know?"

"Because I know." was all Abigail said.

"Why are you even here? Shouldn't someone more capable be keeping watch?"

That was all he needed for Abigail to snap. She spun around and threw the fans at the glass. Loki jumped back as the fans slightly cracked the glass. He looked up at the teenager, but something didn't seem right. She wouldn't ever be this powerful...

"I am not capable? She is not capable? Is this what you tell my descendants, Loki?!" she screamed.

However, it wasn't her.

Her voice sounded different; the accent was Norwegian. And her eyes had turned to a icy blue. Even her sheer presence was off.

Loki laughed and replied, "Long time no see, Melissa."

"Watch your mouth, Silvertongue. I can easily-"

"Easily what, Melissa? You can't attack me. You're my high priestess. And even if you could, your soul is stuck within one of the fans."

All of a sudden, Abigail snapped back into reality and held her head in pain. "What the hell...?"

She looked at the god. "What was that? What did you do?"

"What did I do? Nothing. It is what you did-"

The doors behind Abigail opened, and Director Fury stepped in the room. "Miss Parkington, what the hell is going on? And why did I hear glass breaking?"

"I believe this is what you heard." Loki answered, motioning towards the cracked glass in front of him.

Fury looked at the girl, and then the glass. There was more to this girl than anyone had previously thought.

"Miss Parkington, please follow me." Then, he walked over to the wall and pressed a button. "Agent Romanoff, please open up a new cell for Loki. His original one will be needing repairs." With that, the Director and Abigail walked out of the room.

Interesting, Loki thought, Melissa used the girl's body to communicate. She's better at using magic than I ever thought possible. But, how did I trigger it?


CLIFFHANGER! DUH-DUH-DUUUUUH! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story so far, and I also hope you decide to leave reviews. I love all of your guys' reviews so much! Thanks to all of you, and to the people who favorite/followed as well!

Also, I own none of the Avengers, or anything Marvel. I do own the characters Zach, Abigail, and Melissa. Happy Clint?

Clint: Hey, I was just trying to not get you in trouble.

Me: Speaking of trouble, where's Tony?

Clint: Probably getting murdered by Natasha.

Me: Should we help him...?

Clint: Uh, no. She'll kill us.

Me: Ah, true. Anyway, goodbye for now readers! *to Clint* What if we got Pepper to convince Natasha to not kill Tony?