Avengers Tower

Two hours later

Tony's pov

The common room that everyone was located in was near overflowing. Natasha and Clint sat at the bar area only a couple feet away, Sam and Danny sat on a loveseat with Dana spread out across their laps, sleeping like the dead. Danny didn't look too far behind her. Tony himself, Bruce, and Steve sat on one of the couches while Thor and Loki took up the remaining two chairs.

"Danny isn't a mutant, JARVIS, at least, not that we know of. Sure he has these wicked ice powers-"

"-but that's not the only power I have." Danny and Sam, Tony and the other Avengers found, had a tendency to finish each other's sentences. As far as the couple were aware, this little ability extended to their mutual best friend, Tucker, as well.

"Mother and the healers suspected that what you do is seidr, magic," Thor added in at some point, "Is this wrong to?"

Danny shrugged, "I don't know. I never really thought of it as magic, but maybe some of it is?" Loki had a look of intense concentration before replying.

"I do not...I do not know what it is. It acts in ways similar to magic, but there is other behavior, and other properties that I can sense that sets it apart...wait. No I recognize this. I know not what it is, mind you, but I have seen it before." The last few sentences were said with hesitance, almost as an afterthought, "It-It bears resemblance to Hela."

Tony didn't know if he wanted to believe what he was hearing. The teens had told them all right from the beginning that they couldn't share or explain everything. From how Danny was reluctant to say anything at all, and from his own experience with the Ten Rings, Tony felt he could understand one of the reasons why that was. And even Loki, although he could recognize Danny's powers somewhat, couldn't put a word or a name or, hell, even a phrase to describe what they were actually dealing with here.

"I only know what I know because of Jazz, you'd have to ask her if you want anything more, sorry." Sam commented after a few moments of somewhat tense and awkward silence.

"Okay but, how does Jazz know about...whatever Danny is?" Sam shrugged her shoulders at Steve's question.

"She's got some kind of seeing thing. Like, visions of things. She doesn't always share them because it can be hard to tell what's the past and what's the future but…"

"So...she's psychic."

"Wait. When did this happen?" Danny and Clint spoke at the same time.

"Sort of? And it, uh, showed itself shortly after Danny, left. At least, that's what we've got to go on, since Jazz told me something about strange memories, doubled or echoed ones or something. Like, in one memory their parents are there, in another, it's just her and Danny."

"Wait, she has doubled memories to?"

"You have them?" Sam gave Danny this look.

"Uh-huh." Tony let out a cough to break up the exchange. They were sliding off topic.

"While this is all very informative, you still haven't told us what Danny is, if not a mutant. Or who Hela even is."

Danny let out a growl-like groan before answering, "I don't actually know, okay. I have ideas, maybe Jazz will be able to give a definite answer, but all I can really say is that I'm not, well, completely human? Maybe? I could still be a mutant if I have that gene, I guess, but it's not like I'd know my mutant power from whatever other ones I may get unless it's like, completely unrelated. And even then that's like, a coin toss."

He didn't know what he was?

It was those mad scientist bastards wasn't it? It must've had something to do with them.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a nap? You seem ready to pass out." Steve suggested, looking ready to carry the guy to one of the guest bedroom they had set up for him.

"I think I'll be okay for a while longer, but thank you Mr. Rogers."

"Just Steve, son."

"'Kay. Um, Loki? Who's Hela?" Loki and Thor shared a look.

"My daughter-"

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Odinson, but this is urgent."


Danny's pov

Danny wasn't sure if what he heard was actually what was said, or if his tired mind was messing with the words.

"I'm sorry, JARVIS, right? What did you just say?"

"Mr. Tucker Foley and a Ms. Valerie Grey have gone missing. Ms. Storm has informed me that-"

Danny let loose a low, rumbling growl.

"-people matching the description of those scientists-"

"Danny?" He heard Sam ask, barely. Dana was handed over to Natasha so that she could be moved to the guest bedroom to sleep undisturbed. He glanced up and caught the assassin's gaze-

Danger: not threat

Ally, Friend and Family (not related)

Human (Enhanced) use caution

Fate - 2 years (likely, not set) battle wounds (situation unreadable)

-and shook his head at the worsening headache. This was a different beast than what Thor said was Allspeak, a language meant to translate into the listener's native tongue even though his brain was already wired to translate the meaning and intention of foreign words.

Was this worse than the feedback he got from Odin though?

He clung weakly to pieces of Sam's shirt as she held onto him now, hoping that her presence would help him fend off the panic that closed his throat and made his hands shake like leaves.

He avoided looking at her but couldn't help seeing everyone else-

Danger: not threat

Allies, Friends and Family (not related)

Tony - Human (enhanced by arc reactor) use caution

Bruce - Human (Hulk alter ego)

Thor - Aesir (Strength, unknown) use caution anyway

Loki - Unknown (icy scent, magic? maybe) use caution anyway

Clint - Human (eyesight reflexes) use caution

Steve - Same as Natasha

Fates - Intertwined (with each other, with Natasha), 2 years (likely, not set), battle wounds (situation unreadable)

-and then accidentally saw Sam's-

Danger: Danger? What danger? This is my mate, shut up.

Girlfriend-Mate

Human (not fragile but still) every caution known to man if it wasn't obvious, idiot

Fate - Error, Unknown, What in Clockwork's name? Error Oh God what does that mean?

"Danny!"

"Holy shit. He's got telekinesis? Kid's got telekinesis."

He babbled something incoherent, attempting to let them know that he heard them, whoever it was that spoke.

"'M here, 'm 'kay. 'Kinesis is normal." His voice was clearer this time but, as he vaguely realised, he'd curled up into the fetal position and everything not bolted down or a person was floating in the air with a subtle white-green glow surrounding them. He was pressed as far back into his seat as he reasonably could without turning intangible.

He bet that his eyes had gone completely green to. Irises, pupils and all.

He wouldn't tell them what he saw.

He wouldn't leave them to their Fates, either.

"I'll sleep. Find them. Quick. Please." With that said, Danny's power cut itself off, the items falling and crashing either into furniture or the floor. He passed out before his eyes changed back.


Rogue's pov

"Bi'te'fe nuno'le'xi ru'xu'sha'fe!" Neon, howled, not caring that the heroes with her, or the people around them, couldn't understand what she said. "Thi'ka fe'nu'hi di'gi'da!"

"Neon. Neon, please. We'll find them. Storm and Cyclops are already out there looking." Rogue tried her hand at soothing the enraged ghost teenager. The others had made an attempt, but as soon as things started to float and the ghost's form started flickering in between different states and forms, they were forced to keep their distance.

"Bi'te'fe se'sa'ka'fe! Bi'te'fe se'sa'ka'fe di'gi'da!" Wanda and Pietro were with the Foley and Manson families for the time being, watching over them and comforting them as best they could. As Neon was right outside of the local high school that both teens went to, Rogue was here with her while Kurt was at the Fenton's home.

They were spread out too thin, even now. They had all let down their guard for a moment, became complacent in the thought that they didn't need to watch over these people 24/7. They'd been wrong in that thought, and paid for it. Possibly with two people's lives that were only younger than her by a year or two at most.

And news reporters were watching them now.

Thousands, or maybe even millions of people across the nation probably were, if there was a big network here.

It wasn't fair.


Danny's pov

Danny woke up a few hours later on a huge bed in a room he didn't recognize. Within a minute he'd taken note of his surroundings. Sam was next to him, still asleep although his still tired brain wasn't up for calculating how long that may have been. The light being let in from the windows was noticeably brighter now, so he knew it had to be at least six in the morning. Steve had been in here at some point, maybe to help get him here. Dana was in the next room over, sleeping peacefully. The sizzling hiss of someone cooking, and the undeniable smell of meat had his stomach complaining that he needed yet more food.

Regaining weight and muscle was going to be a pain in the ass.

Regaining power and control he'd used to fight was going to be even worse.

"-6:30 in the morning." Whoops, he'd over extended his hearing again, hadn't he?

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you, JARVIS. May I know who's cooking breakfast?" It couldn't hurt to be polite to the AI that he'd been informed ran the entire tower and most of Tony Stark's other electronics. Heck, the AI practically was the tower. A tower that had to be a modern day fortress because it housed superheroes and people that lived with or worked with and for those heroes.

Now he was thinking about the tower having all of it's potential defenses and weaponry being deployed and woah, he had to ask Tony if that was a thing.

He thought it'd be cool aside from the fact that he really didn't want to make the AI mad now, if it was true.

"Of course, Mr. Fenton. Mr. Banner is currently making breakfast this morning. Are there any food preferences that you want him to know of?"

Danny shrugged, "No toast, but that's about it I think, thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Fenton."

He was halfway through his first plate of food when the rest of the Avengers, Sam, and Dana shuffled in, out and around the kitchen to get their own food, followed by the strong scents of coffee and tea. He was contemplating getting a second plate when conversation started up by none other than Tony.

"So. Reindeer games, you actually have a kid." Loki gave the man a look of 'Really? We're still talking about that?' before replying.

"Yes. Four, if you must know."

Danny was struck silent by a wave of memories from the previous timeline, or, well, Dan's timeline, really. He bit back a groan. Why did he have to go on a murderous rampage in that timeline? He could've done literally anything else, but no, he had to go and indirectly cause Ragnarok of all things by freeing both Jormungandr and Fenrir so they could cause more chaos and death, and he was sure that his killing all bu a small percent of the human population had a hand in it to.

Great. Now he'd gone and lost his appetite over something stupid.

"Are you okay Danny?" Sam asked as she got up with Dana to do...something. Maybe watch tv or teach her something or play a game. Shit, he was really out of it.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Sam."

He wasn't, because Tucker and Valerie were going through who knows what. The Avengers were acting like family even if they'd never admit it out loud and that in turn reminded him of Jazz who wasn't here either. He'd seen the Avengers dead, knew when they would be and how, but had currently thought of no way to stop it because he didn't know what they had been fighting or why. Sam's fate showed an error and he hadn't the faintest clue as to why that was either.

He was homesick and worried but there wasn't anything anyone could do about that.

(Translations:

Bitefe - those Nunolexi - good for nothing Ruxushafe - killers/murderers Thika - them fenuhi - all digida - damn sesakafe - monsters)