Hours later,

It felt like a few minutes since I lost consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes and I found myself on a bed in a small room. The door in front of me had a window at the top and I could see my uncle standing in front of it. I looked on my arm to see a bandage around it covering my entire upper arm. A wrap around my ankle and I looked in the reflection of a glass next to me to see a black eye on my right eye, cut on my lip, bruise on my forehead, and a little bit of dried blood around my nose. I pushed myself up but a weight pushed me down.

I rested back down and I looked in the window, my uncle turned around and saw me. He quickly opened the door and ran to me.

"Valarie you're awake" He said smiling

"How long have I been out?"

"A couple hours, almost all night" He said

I tried to push myself up again to sit up but he put a hand on my shoulder.

"You need to rest" He said

"Did I break any ribs?"

"Three" He said angrily

"What happened to Michael?"

"We believe he's dead, Stark was almost crushed so had to fly away." He explained "He's checking the site where it crashed to find him."

I nodded my head and the door opened and Jane Foster walked in. She stopped and smiled at me,

"Hey Amy" She said "that is the name you used right?"

"I'm sorry I" I stopped when she put her hand up

"It's ok I caught up on the details" She grabbed a chair and sat next to me "how do you feel?"

"I feel fine"

"In a few minutes you should be able to walk again" Thor said "I used the rest of the healing stones to fix the injuries."

"Well, what happens now?" I asked

"We're going home" He said smiling "to Asgard I've spoken to Odin your grandfather while you were recovering."

"What" I asked "What did he say? How did he react?"

"He was surprised and shocked, then the thought of having a granddaughter made him very happy and your grandmother."

I was relieved a bit, at least my grandparents liked me leaving the only people left to know who I am, is my father.

"Did you tell my dad?"

"No, he's missing"

"Does the team know?" I asked

"Yes so far he hasn't been seen." He said "But we will find him,"

I nodded and they left to grab some food for the three of us. While I waited the door opened and instead of my aunt and uncle, it was Clint. I froze and I felt the color leave my face, he stood in front of the door and stared at me.

"I don't know what to say" He said

"Then why did you come?"

"I'm sorry"

I looked into his eyes either being of years of being an assassin made him a perfect liar, or he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry for what I did at the base, I didn't know you where a child." He said "And sorry the way I acted at your home, you look like your dad and"

"You wanted to take out the hate you have to him," I interrupted "my father"

"Yes, after the battle in Manhattan I suffered nightmares no one else knows. I didn't and couldn't sleep for months." He said "And when I saw you, I saw your dad, and the nightmares came back again. I didn't even talk to Natasha or my kids."

"I didn't know you had kids"

"Two actually" He said "look I came here to just say I'm really sorry"

"I forgive you" I said "I understand what it feels like to suffer like that"

"How"

"You know what happened to my mother?" I asked and he nodded yes "I was in the car with her, I watched her die, and I couldn't save her because I was too weak. I suffered nightmares for almost a year."

"We all know you're not weak, you survived my arrow to the leg."

I smiled and little and there was a beeping sound, he pulled out a phone from his pocket and put it back.

"Got to go"

I nodded my head and he walked out, then the doors opened again and Bruce Banner walked in holding a tray.

"It feels like the team is taking turns to talk to me" I said

"I'm here to give you some painkillers"

I looked on the tray and there was a pill bottle, pitcher of water, and a glass. He put them on the small table next to me.

"Want to talk?" He asked

"Well, what is there to talk about?"

"I know you where in the crash" He said and handed me the glass "with your mom"

"How"

"I waited in front of the door" He said "what happened?"

I took a quick sip, the cold water ran down my throat and he handed me two small pills.

"One night my mom and I were coming home from grocery shopping." I explained "We were driving on a road on a mountainside with nothing but trees and forest over the edge. A drunk driver sped down the road and pushed me and my mom over the edge."

I put the pills in and drank some water; I closed my eyes tightly and swallowed hard making me couch a little.

"The car flipped over a lot and I remember I was covered in blood. My mom screaming, and when the car stopped I saw the bone sticking out of my right arm. My mom told me to find my dad and my family no matter what; she told me I love you. Then she died,"

I took more sips of water feeling like I was going to cry. I noticed then Dr. Banner was sitting in the chair next to my bed.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss" He said and I remained silent nodding my head "I'll fetch Thor and Jane, and Valarie just because we don't like your dad doesn't mean we don't like you. You need anything just ask,"

"Thank you"

He smiled and grabbed the tray and walked out, a few minutes later my uncle finally returned with a large tray of food. They held their plates while my plate rested on the tray on my lap. We ate and talked about Asgard. According to them it was absolutely beautiful, with tall building, amazing gardens, and perfect beaches. I smiled thinking about it and about my grandparents, when I finished I felt better and Jane was taking the bandages off. The door opened and Tony walked in,

"Hey kid how do you feel?"

"Better"

"Good, Thor I need to talk to you" He said

The two walked out and I watched through the window, I saw my uncle's face grow angry and worried.

"What are they talking about?" I asked

"I don't know but hopefully we'll leave soon" She said "the sooner we leave the better"

She took the bandages off and I looked on my arm and the cut was gone, like it never happened. The door opened and Thor walked in looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked

"Tony just went through the wreckage of the cell, Michael's gone."

"How is that possible?" I asked "He should be in there are you sure"

"Yes"

"Well what are we going to do?" I asked

"We" He repeated "no you are going to Asgard with Jane; I'm staying here and find Michael."

"Uncle I don't want you to fight my battles for me I can do it myself."

"No you can't you almost died" He said

"I wasn't ready"

"I won't allow it" He said

"You're not my father!" I yelled

"I'm the only family you have here" He screamed "so if you expect to fight him alone then there's the door. And if you dare try to find him say goodbye to Asgard."

"Thor" Jane yelled

But it was too late, he said what he said and I knew he meant it. I got up wearing my jeans and blood stained sweater, and barefoot. I stormed passed him and out the door, I felt like screaming and punching something to let the anger out. I turned around one corner and bumped into Steve, he was still in his Captain America uniform.

"Sorry"

"You ok?" He asked

"I'm fine just looking for a place to get clean clothes" I said looking down at them

"I'll ask Tony if he can find a way to get you some, what's wrong?"

"My uncle and I just got into an argument"

"May I ask over what?" He asked

"He wants to send me to Asgard while he looks for Michael."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I can fight my own battles I don't need someone to do it for me." I explained "Michael wants to fight me then that's what he'll get."

"What about your dad?" He asked "He would be worried"

"My dad doesn't know I exist he wouldn't care, now captain I have to go."

I walked past him feeling like I was going to cry, I went down the halls into the girls bathroom. Luckily it was empty and I went to the sink, my hands on both sides of the sink supporting me with my head down. I looked up and the tears fell gently down my face before falling into the sink, I wiped them away and punched the mirror.

It broke and there was a red dot in the middle of the mirror. My knuckles had cut on them with blood going down my finger. I hated it, I hated crying because of fear, I hate being afraid, I hate being treated like a victim, and I especially hated being protected when I didn't need it.

I waved my hand over my wounded one and healed it. I was about to fix the mirror when the door opened and Natasha walked in holding a bag. I froze and turned away,

"Are you ok"

"I'm better I just needed to let my anger out" I said

"I understand I brought some clothes" she said handing me the bag

"Thank you"

I walked into the stall and changed into black tights, black boots, and long white shirt with a black flower on it with short sleeves. I walked out and she was still there,

"You need a talk"

"No thanks"

"You know I was like that at your age, but by then I was already in the Black Widow Program in Russia." She said "I pushed everyone away, I didn't talk to anyone, and during that time I was hunting down the man who took my parents."

"I already did that"

I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed across my chest. She walked to the wall next to me and leaned against it.

"What do you mean?"

"A drunk driver was the cause of the crash that killed my mom. After I recovered I tracked him down, found him asleep under and overpass." I said "I suffered from nightmares that shook me to the core. I felt so much anger and hatred. I wanted to have him beg for his life and for mercy and I planned on not giving it to him. I pointed the gun at him but,"

"But"

"I couldn't do it, no matter what I couldn't make myself pull the trigger." I said "So I just left him where he died a few days later from a drug overdose."

"It's a good thing you didn't pull the trigger, you where so young still a child." She said

"Well I had to grow up quickly it helped me stay alive. Do you know where we're at?"

"We're currently above the English Channel"

"I'm going to get some rest, thank you Natasha" I said

"No problem"

I walked out of the bathroom and went to the cell room; I sat on the edge with my feet dangling over the edge. The spot where my cell was, was gone leaving a huge empty space. I was thinking of a plan to get out of here.

"We're above the English Channel; I could go to London and lay low until I make it back to America. I disappeared once I can do it again." I thought "I just need to find a way out of here"