To see the world in a Gain of Sand
AN: Hey there everyone no I don't own anything Marvel, so far the only things I own are Vivienne, Rachel, Doctor Peteron, James, Ellie and any other charters you don't know. R&R. Thanks everyone.
AN: This will build up to Winter Solider.
PS: I would like to once again thank NicoleR85 for reviewing once again.
And I do hope that everyone likes this chapter thanks again R&R.
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Running was not something Mila saw herself doing two years ago, nor did she see herself slowly becoming addicted to it. Running became her gateway drug'; once upon a time she hated it - she would run just not the way she does now - and she slowly started to love it. Mila would get so much satisfaction from running; she would get even more when Vivienne would fall behind. Mila smirked just at the thought of seeing Vivienne's face turn as red as her hair when they would race.
Not too far ahead of her was a man about 6'2" running - this was the second time she saw him as she ran - he wore black sweat pants and running shoes, leaving his chest for the world to see and what a chest it was. At first glance, you would see his short dark brown hair and his deep brown eyes, then you would see his chest - Mila's eyes followed their way down - and his 'happy trial' making its way further down disappearing under his pant. Mila could tell he was the strong silent type; women may flock to him due to the mystique that surrounds him. He can be rough, strong and even sensitive when the time comes, but the main thing you could almost see the control and his focus on being in charge. This man was accustom to being the lone alpha male.
His arms told her that he has extensive training just by the muscle definition, that and the fact the he was checking the sounding area - military of some kind - but why look around? Something's off here. Mila pushed on, passing him and changed her route along the path taking a left not a right like she would do every day. Vivienne always told her never have an everyday routine because you never know who could be watching. The sound of birds singing around her and her breathing was the only thing could hear. Greenery flashed by as she picked up her pace, pushing herself to get better with her endurance.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, causing Mila to stop dead. The icy blond woman moved over to a tree just off the path. Within seconds, she became nothing but air, she may not be able to be seen, but she could see everything around her. Minutes passed by Mila never moved - there was someone running her way - just then the clean-cut Caucasian male standing at 6'2" came running down the path. His brown eyes darting around looking once again for something, he slowed his pace coming to a stop. Bring his left arm up looking at his watch; he looked up to his right to the tree that Mila was standing next to.
Just before he took a step closer to her his phone rang, digging it out of his pocket he placed it next to his ear, "Ward," his husky voice was almost tolerant in tone, "yes sir I can be there in ten." His eyes never leaving the tree as he disconnected the call, with one last smile he turned and ran the same way he came.
Once Mila knew for sure he was gone, she made herself visible once more. He was not looking for anything he was following me! The icy blond was angry, she was more than just angry she was livid that someone would have her followed, but she may have an idea of who and why; her phone vibrated with an alert. Pulling her phone out, she saw that it was an alert from the meat packing plant. Mila pulled up the video feed seeing the same man she saw at the warehouse from a few months back. She glared down at the phone not liking this man from the time she saw him. Play time. Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she ran as fast as she could passing people, she needed to get home. I'll look into this Ward after.
Mila made it back to the apartment in record time, making her way into the apartment she moved passed the kitchen and the dining table and walked into the office. There was three monitors along the desk - all of them were already on - one showed every inch of the meat packing plant, the second one showed Vivienne's vitals and the last one was all set up to look into anything. Pulling the chair out she was ready for anything that was going to happen. "Vivienne just don't do anything stupid." Mila said to herself in the vacant room.
"You are a hard one to get alone, sweet Mila." A dignified male voice spoke to her. Mila pushed the chair back so hard that it fell back with the force; she iced herself up ready for anything. "Now there's no need for that, my dear."
"Show yourself." The icy woman called out, as she caused her hands to build up with more ice coming out into a point a foot in length.
"Very well." There before her a man seemed to appear, no materialize before. The man was wearing what seemed like black, green and gold armor, "You look just like your mother, my dear." The man stood at 6'2" he was lean, but he had this hungry look to him.
He looks just like the guy from New York. "My mother?" Mila took a step closer to this tall man, "My mother is dead." She glared up at him. This is a first.
"Ah, I see you never did eat the apple I left for you; this would have been much easier." With a wave of his hand, the room turned into something otherworldly, "This is your home my dear, this is Asgard." Everything seemed to glitter like gold, "You should be here with your family and loved by all." His eyes burned with what looked like hope.
"You're him, you're Loki!" She growled at the taller man, "You almost got my one and only true friend killed you bastard." Throwing ice daggers at the man seeing them pass through him. "You're some sick bastard coming here, telling me this," looking around the gold buildings, "is my home. Earth has been my only home all my life, my mother and father killed before me." Loki's eyes darkened at the words she spat at him, "So do me a favor get the hell out of my house, and leave me alone." She yelled at him.
He let a deep laugh escape his throat, "There are not many that would yell at me as you just did my dear." He closed the space between them, "But here, this," his voice going low, "this is not your home world, those who found you used you for their own gain, their way out." His voice growled with each word, "Your mother was placed out of my reach and you my daughter I was told had died." His face with inches away from hers, "You think you are then only one with this power you possess." Before her eyes, her ice seemed to disappear, "You have much to learn."
She looked at her arms with fear in her eyes, "What did you do?" she asked in a small voice.
"You will learn in time that others will try to bend you to their needs." Loki's voice filled with hate, "You were meant for much more than this life that you lead."
"I happen to really like my life." She spoke to him; bringing her icy eyes back up to his, "You seem to think of me as this little girl that knows nothing of the real world." Stepping back away from him, "It's you that knows nothing Loki, your nothing but a mad little boy from not getting the same toys to play with as your big brother." She could feel her anger rising and her ice reforming, "I'm not something for you to use to YOUR will. I am not a pawn!"
Ice formed around the room breaking the magic Loki was using for his illusion. The look on his face was not one of anger, but one of a proud father, "You are much further along than I would have foreseen you at this young age." A smile on his face looked almost evil.
"Yeah, I had a sister to help me." Mila's voice held a loving tone, "She's been the one to stand by me and help me, as I have done with her. She is the only family I need."
"She may be your family, but for how long." And with that the man known as Loki was gone.
Nothing was left to show that he had been there other than the un-iced spot that stood out on the floor. Closing her eyes, Mila called all the ice back to her turning the room back into what it was, an office not a winter wonderland. Picking up the chair she sat back in it, looking at the monitors Mila saw that both Vivienne and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent were both gone from the meat packing plant. "Just great Mila, drop the ball on this one." She growled to herself.
Looking back at the feed Mila was able to find the SUV that pulled up to the plant, seeing two men inside. She paused the feed, moving over to the other monitor she ran the search and found the route it traveled; seeing that the SUV made its way to a private airfield and then lost them. Looking over at the last monitor Mila could see that Vivienne's vitals were all over the place. Mila let her mind wonder back to the man that followed her this 'Ward', how did he find her?
Mila pushed off her shoes kicking them to the side. You following me cause of Vivi, or cause of my powers. The two women looked into S.H.I.E.L.D. - by getting into their computer system - and found what they did to powered people; they did not like what they found. Clicking away on the keyboard Mila typed in on the name 'Ward'. The icy blond didn't find much other than Christian Ward the Republican Senator from Massachusetts - not much to see there other than him having a mistress, not like every other politician has one these days - a Mr. And Mrs. Ward deceased, Thomas Ward - not my guy - and a Grant Douglas Ward. "You think a sealed file will stop me." Mila brings her hands together cracking her knuckles, "Let's do this." Her fingers flashed across the keyboard righting in code that her father showed her to do a year before he was murdered.
Within minutes the file was opened, Mila could see everything that this Ward was ever put on, but it did not say anything about a detail on her or Vivi. That doesn't make much sense, maybe someone does want others to know. Hmm, but why? Things were just not adding up to Mila right now. Looking back to the monitor showing Vivi's vitals had evened out some. Mila gave a smile, "You're getting the hang of it Vivi, you got this." Ever since New York it was like Vivi would go hot and cold with everyone, even her, and they were trying to use whatever it was to help with their plan even if it was a very dark plan.
The ringing of the land line snapped Mila out of her thoughts, "Hello." Mila's voice was smoky.
"Mila that you." A deep voice came through the receiver causing the woman to pull the phone away from her ear, "Its Vivienne's father, James." No really. "How are you, Mila? The Two of you all moved in?"
"Hey Brigadier General Philips," God, that's a mouthful, "I'm doing well; you know big move and all." Mila's smoky voice carried through to the phone, "Yeah, we're all set up here." Vivienne's father knew very well what his daughter did for a living, if he could, he would have had her closer to him knowing what she could do, it would have helped the good old US of A, but Vivi always said 'I don't take orders, I give them'. That's not really what you would like to hear a soldier say to its commanding officer.
James's deep laugh carried through the phone, "It's just James, Mila, your family dear." This caused Mila to smile at this. The Philips family always had their arms open since day one when Vivienne brought her over for Thanksgiving and then for Christmas. "Brigadier General Philips is for the Army. Now the reason I ask is for the misses."
A light female voice could be heard in the background, "You know that's not true." Ellie, Vivi's mom was always there keeping him on his toes. "You want to see our girls." Ellie's airy laugh could be heard, causing not only James to laugh but Mila as well.
"You were saying Brigadier General." Mila teased over the phone, with a smile.
Clearing his, though, "Yes, right. Ellie and I would like the two of you to come for dinner tonight." Mila could hear a smile in his voice. "We're going to have a guest for dinner and would like to have our girls for dinner." Mila looked over to see that Vivienne was in range to track, "So what do you say?"
"Vivienne should be back soon." Mila paused, "She just stepped out for a bit."
There was silence on the other side; "She ok?" worry could be heard in James tone. "She's isn't in any trouble is she?" Vivienne's father questioned.
"No, no." Not right now, "She's just out looking at the Captain America exhibit." Mila lied, "You know how much she likes the guy."
"Milena," James deep voice called her name, "just make sure that Vivi and you don't get too deep into trouble, you hear me." Vivi's father ordered.
"Sir, yes sir." Mila said back, bring her right hand to her head saluting the older man through the phone. "We'll see you for dinner tonight. Six good?"
"Roger, we will see you soon." With that Mila and James disconnected the call.
"You better get home soon Vivi, dinner's riding on this." Mila spoke to the monitor. "Your father would kill me, bring me back, just to kill me all over again." Seeing Vivienne's heart and brain activity spiking once again.
The icy blond brought her right hand up making her hand turn to ice, clear as glass. Loki was known as a shape shifter, able to take any form that would aid him in his quest. Loki was the god of fire and was also a trickster, known for his silver tongue; brother of Thor. Mila was racking her brain on anything she knew of Loki from mythology. Loki becomes the harbinger of Ragnarok - whatever that is - the father of the three chaos monsters. With everything that has happened Loki's mischief and intellect was not to be underestimated; if he really is my father him telling me will only help him in the long run. And I'm not really into that. God can this day get any worse.
Mila looked at her shoes next to her feet, No, I just got those. Picking them up and lifting out the soul in each shoe, there was a tracking chip in her shoes. "Really, I love these shoes." A loud beep sounded for the little tracker the girls had by the phone, "Vivi's almost home, thank god." Taking the shoes into the kitchen, she tossed them into the garbage, turning around there was Vivienne, "Jesus can you not do that." Placing her still iced hand over her heart.
"Sorry about that." Vivienne gave a breathless laugh, her eyes glowing with life; this was something that Mila had not seen in a week.
"Are you?" Mila growled playfully, "Cause I don't think you are." De-icing her hand, she let it drop, "You ok?" she asked with concern looking her over.
Vivienne gave her a big smile, "Oh yeah, life is good." She made her way over to the 'L' shaped couch, "Why did you toss your runners? You just got them." Vivienne pointed out.
"Don't you think I know that." Mila snapped, raising her hands up in the air. Vivienne looked taken aback, this was not something Mila did. "Look, I'm sorry, it's just been a long day." She let out, with a deep sigh, "I just want all this to be over and done with." Looking over at the ruby redhead, "I just want everything to get back to the way it was you know." Mila taking a seat to the right of the older woman and placed her head on Vivienne's shoulder.
"Hey, I get it, Mila." Vivienne spoke with passion in her voice, "We all have our bad days, I'm here if you'd like to tell me about it." Bringing her arm around the icy blond woman.
"No, I handled it." Mila told Vivienne, "Oh yeah your dad called." This caused Vivienne to groan out loud, "And he said and I quote ' Ellie and I would like the two of you to come for dinner tonight. We're going to have a guest for dinner and would like to have our girls for dinner.' So dinner's at six."
"That's in two hours." Vivienne whined in protest.
Mila pulled away from the redhead, "And you need to shower. So go, and get ready." Mila stood up from the couch, walking to her room to the right of the apartment, "Oh, and if your dad asks you were at The Captain American Exhibit." She yelled not looked back as she opened her bedroom door.
"Really!? Come on!" Vivienne whined once more, before going over to the left side of the apartment entering her own room and taking a shower.
An hour later the girls were ready to go and with a blink for Vivienne they were out of the apartment and standing in front of a classic colonial house - two stories and white - making their way to the dark front door. Without knocking Vivienne opened the open, "Mom," she yelled out, " Dad where home."
"In here hun." Her dad yelled out from the kitchen
Both women made their way back to the kitchen, but something caused Vivi to stop short, "Vivi, what the..." the icy blond looked around the ruby redhead. Mila's mouth opened in shock, "OMFG." Was the only thing she could say as she stared at the guest in the Phillips kitchen.