Okay, so this is the deal. I absolutely adore Marvel. And by that I mean all of Marvel. So that's why I'm putting in this guy.
Don't worry, If you read, you'll understand.
Loki'sTimeLady: D: Don't cryyyy! Don- Okay, shush, there there. Here's a tissue *Chester walks in and shoves me away* I got this, I'll answer the reviewers in this chapter, 'kay?. How are you feeling? Sorry for making you cry, you don't have to cry for me. I'm fine, really.
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"In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small"
- True Colors by Cyndi Lauper
Phoebe had been released, with two conditions. One, she was forbidden to tell anyone of the latest events. The excuse of her absense was simply depression after Chester's death. Phoebe had snorted at that. She isn't the one to be hiding. Two, she was to have someone who guarded her all the time when she was to go out.
"Well, well, why if it isn't little miss attention whore. You just went home crying when everyone was mourning Chester, huh?" A tug in her white haired dragged her to the ground, landing on her back. Her head hit the ground painfully hard, and she groaned at the sudden impact. "And then we have the little ass-licking of Tony Stark, that you always do. Damn, milk-hair, you're his little slut, aren't you?" Before she could react, there was a hard kick in her side, and she coughed when she lost her breath. Several punches, kicks, and tugs were distributed over her body and her arms reached up to cover her face. She couldn't see the people abusing her, but judging by the voice, Theon and his minions, and probably all the other dicksheads in the school. A hiss slipped over her lips and her eyes opened slowly. And the abuse stopped, and she saw everyone staring, wide-eyed at her.
"What the..? This is a new level of creepy, even for you, broccoli-eyes."
"Aaaaand, I think that's enough. If you don't want to get your ass kicked in a few seconds." Tony shoved himself into the staring crowd. Everybody was gone in a matter of seconds. Tony reached out and helped the battered girl from the ground, swooping her arm over his shoulders for her to lean on.
"Well, you look like shit, Snowball."
"You're not so stunning yourself, you arrogant twat."
"Using british insults now? I'm impressed sweetie, but I think those monkeys for teens maybe broke your ribcage." The man bent down and placed a hand behind Phoebe's kneecaps.
"No, Stark, don't-" Tony lifted her up, and she groaned in pain at the sudden movement. "I hate you." The older man laughed and strode over to Happy, who was waiting by the road to pick them both up. As she got seated in the oh-so-flashy limo, she ran a hand through her blonde hair and sighed.
"Cyclops is going to go on a rampage when he sees you," Stark seated himself next to her as he started to examine the injuries, "you should be thinking about an escape plan, grumpy cat." Phoebe smirked at the internet reference. But he was right, the director was going to be furious.
"Really, what does it matter? Besides, I can always blame it on self-harm, since I'm obviously so depressed."
"Uh, you are, crying at your best friends grave, remember?" The man's harsh words made her wince, but she kept her strict pokerface. Her eyes wandered out the window, and at her disgust, she watched the raindrops land on the glass. She absolutely hated rain. It was her nemesis.
"What's that? Kitty scared of a little water?" Stark was certainly grinning disgustingly at her. He got a growl for an answer.
Happy stopped the car and got out, Tony following his example, they both getting instantly soaked. Phoebe sighed and opened the car door, and as she felt a raindrop land on her wrist, she squirmed and baked into the car again. The place where the drop had landed, there was a corrosive, burning feeling in her whole hand. It spread and made her arm numb.
Tony's face came into vision as Phoebe caressed her burning hand, and he raised a brow.
"What are you waiting for, slowpoke, come on." The girl swallowed and climbed out of the car, and nearly screamed when the rain landed on her body. But she kept her mouth closed and walked after Happy and the genius to their plane.
Once inside the helicarrier, she got to go to sleep, after getting interrogated by agent Hill, and Tony getting yelled at by John James for being "irresponsible" and "ignorant". Really, he thought he had the right to say that? Anyhow, Phoebe threw herself on the bed in her small room, tired and feeling numb since her experience in the rain. Her eyes were normal, but she still remembered the burning feeling on her skin. But she was tired to think about that now, so she sneaked under the covers, all her clothes still on (Tony's to big shirt) and fell asleep.
Phoebe never usually had big, meaningful dreams. She was often haunted by nightmares. But this night was a mixture of both.
She was in a room. A white room, white floors, white walls, white roof. And she was all alone in the big room. But not for so long. She felt his presence before she heard him. He was everywhere, in her head, when she closed her eyes. She felt his chilling hands on her body, his warm breath on her neck, but when she looked down, there was nothing there. The floor was darkening and the room was in black now. Then there was this low, familiar chuckle that made her look up from the floor, straight into his eyes. She opened her own, and woke up in the small room in the helicarrier, panting.
That was the first night she dreamt about Loki.
"Somebody didn't get their beauty-sleep."
"Good morning to you as well, Stark." Phoebe grabbed the man's coffe cup from his hands, recieving a quiet "hey" from him, and she sat down at the breakfast table. She took a sip of the liquid and noticed that it wasn't coffe at all. She grimaced at the bitter taste, but took another quaff from the cup.
"Really? It's like ten in the morning, you two." A hand reached out and grabbed the cup from her, and she gazed up into the blue eyes of Steve.
"Morning, Cap." Phoebe muttered, placing her elbows on the table as the blonde handed her a glass of orange juice. She frowned at it and shooed the glass away from her, disapproving it.
"You're not at legal age to drink, Miss James." She heard Tony sigh and she rolled her eyes at Steve's old fashioned statement.
"It's Phoebe, Wynja, or my real last name, which I have no clue about. But don't call me by the name of those traitors." Rogers nodded, confused and left the room.
"And I thought I disliked my dad. You've reached a new level of daddy issues, Kitty." Phoebe let out a laugh and ran a hand through her hair.
"Oh, that's right, there is someone I want you to meet, sweetie." The girl glanced over her shoulder at Tony, who was asking JARVIS the time. After recieving the answer, the man hummed and mumbled something about being late.
A pling from the elevator made Phoebe jerk her head forward, watching the doors part, painfully slow. At the first glance, the girl's heart stopped, thinking it was Chester coming out of the lift. The messy, brown hair, ruffled hoodie, glasses, resting his hands in his pockets. But no, this guy was to tall to be him. An he looked a bit too young. She breathed out and inspected the brown haired induvidual. The boy shuffled his feet awkwardly before stepping out of the elevator. He looked up at Tony, and his face instantly lit up. He literally beamed as he went up and shook the man's hand. The older man smiled, and made a gesture at the white haired girl sitting in a chair a few meters from them. They both turned their heads.
"Peter meet Phoebe, Phoebe meet Peter."
Peter
She was kinda pretty. Not from here, her northen features gave that away. Natural blonde hair, almost white, ruffled. Her watching green eyes almost glared at me, but I guessed she did that often. The stern expression didn't really fit her face. I suspect that a smile would fit her more. Sharp nose, plump lips, big but thin eyes. High cheekbones, pale complexion. Typical scandinavian. I smiled wryly and reached out a hand towards her. Her eyed flickered between my hand and my face for a couple of seconds before she gently shook it.
"Peter Parker, pleasure to meet one of Mr Stark's friends." Her stern face smiled for a couple of seconds.
"Phoebe James. I was not aware that Mr. Stark and I were acquainted." Her voice almost purred out the words. A small grin played on her lips as her eyes flickered between me and Tony. Her grip hardened and she used it to get up from her chair.
"Why so formal, Snowball? Peter is only a teenager, like you." I met her eyes with surprise. She was that young? Her tall frame and mature body made her look at least twenty, but again, Scandinavian. Long, well built people. A sigh slipped out of her mouth and she dragged me with her along the hallway, towards a door in the end of it.
"Where are you going, Kittycat, marking your territory?" Phoebe hissed (yes, she actually hissed) at the man's words and closed the door behind us. She locked the door and then glared at me. I took a step back, instinctively, reaching up my hands like an offer for peace.
"I don't know why that bastard called you here, and believe me, I don't even want to know. But gods, you've got to tell me what you are, and fast, because my nose tells me you're certainly not an ordinary teenager, Parker." My eyes widened and I felt my mouth open slightly in surprise. How could she possibly know? She smelled her way to knowledge? I cleared my throat and looked around awkwardly. I had promised Stark not to tell her, but she would probably rip my throat out if I didn't. Something told me that it was not so smart to fight her, whatever she was.
"Will you tell me what you are then?" A smirk made the corners of her mouth rise and she laughed for a second. As she nodded in a silent agreement, I jumped up, letting myself stick to the roof f the room. I smiled as her face paled, and then went down on the ground again. Her face was severe again, and she watched me with caution.
"Please tell me you're not the freaky spider guy I saw on Ellen last month." I laughed and nodded, A bit confused with the fact that someone like her would watch Ellen.
"The one and only. Now you can fulfil your part of the bargain?" She grinned and reached out her hand, grabbing mine gently.
"My name is Wynja, and I'm from a little place called Asgard," She smiled at my surprised face, "It's nice to meet you, Peter Spiderman Parker." Our hands didn't part, as I stared, wide-eyed into her emeralds.
This girl was not even human? Okay, I suspected she was Scandinavian, but this was ridicoulus, I mean did she really think I would believe that?
But then again, the guy that saved New York last year was something like that. Thor? Was that his name? Probably.
Wait a second, Phoebe was Asgardian, that means that she's a God.
But I've never read about a "Wynja" In Norse Mythology.
This is confusing. Shit, she's frowning at me, did I make a stupid face?
I cleared my throat and shook my head slightly, waking me up from my thoughts.
"So, what are you God over? If that's an appropriate question?" Phoebe laughed and ran a hand through her hair as she sat down on the small bed. She patted the covers next to her, and I sat down.
Phoebe
He was kind of cute. He was constantly placing himself in awkward situations. But god, he looked a lot like Chester. Though, his personality was completely different. This guy smiled, was sharp and would probably snap back at her if she said something rude.
As the bed sank down a bit under his weight, I crossed my legs and scooted closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder, making him flinch. There was something about this guy, something different. I sighed as I felt him relax and wrap an insecure arm around my shoulders, embracing me in a awkward half-hug. I smiled a bit, which was kind of rare for me. There was a bit of silence before I opened my mouth and took a shaky breath.
"I don't know you, Peter, and I'm kind of sure you don't know me. If you're not someone who have stalked me for years of course, then I'll call JARVIS and get the lazy billionaire in his suit here." He laughed lowly and shook his head slightly. "Not? Okay, good. Like I said, I don't know you. But I get the feeling I would enjoy knowing you." Peter turned his head and looked down at me, and I met his eyes, smiling wryly at him. He laughed and wrapped his other arm around me, and I felt something really sticky on her back.
"Please tell me that's web and not-" His cheeks heated and he became red as a tomato when he released me and held up his arms. I rolled my eyes as I turned around and rested my head in his lap. I closed my eyes, kind of surprised at my actions, since I'm not really the person to get attached to people. I mean, I barely showed my affection to Chester, which I had known for my whole life. The only person I'd ever do this with was-
Loki.
Just as Peter's fingers started to play with my hair, those smirking eyes flashed before me. I looked up at Peter, but it wasn't him. His brown, messy hair was long, black and pushed back, slicked against his head. The slightly tanned complexion was pale, and the chocolate eyes were deviously green. His thin lips smirked at me, and whispered something I didn't hear, but I could clearly see the word on his mouth.
"Wynja."
"Yes?" Was my natural answer.
"What?" And Peter was back. His hands stopped, and he frowned at me. I cleared my throat and tried to come up with something.
"I- uh," The brunette grinned at me and pushed his glassed up his nose. I realized I was staring at him, and I looked away, blushing slightly. I rose from the bed, walking towards the door. I glanced over my shoulder slightly before I opened the door and turned to Peter, who was still sitting on my bed. His face was flushed, and he was clearly feeling rather awkward. A smile appeared on my lips, and before I went out of the room, I answered his earlier question.
"Goddess of Beasts."
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