Avengers Assemble
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Complicated Possession.
Chapter 4 – Some of Our Own

She ran into the room just as Thor dived into the glass prison. She gasped and ran forward to help him before the doors closed but it shut before she could reach him. She hit the glass and used it as leverage to kick back off it and land on her feet. As she jumped she looked around to see Loki by the controls, she ran at him upon landing back on the floor and swung her fist. It connected with his chest and he stumbled a little but when she went to strike him again he grabbed her wrist and yanked it behind her back, painfully forcing her to turn around and face Thor in the prison. Thor put a hand to the glass and looked out at her, worried. Loki let her go and threw her to the floor, warning her to stay put. She lay there and watched as Thor tried to smash the glass, as Loki disappeared to reappear behind Coulson, as Coulson was stabbed. She watched as Thor fell to his death, she covered her eyes as Loki was blasted away and she lay on the floor with her head buried until as much of it was over as she could get away with. When she heard Fury coming in she looked up again, she stood up slowly, and on shaky legs walked over to where Coulson sat. Coulson had been a ray of hope for her, he'd been the person who'd make her laugh every time he turned up, he was the blundering fool but she'd loved him for it.

And now she watched him die.

Tears dribbled down her cheeks and she didn't want to move from this room. She walked back over to the controls where Loki had let Thor fall and she walked over to the edge of the tunnel which he'd dropped from. She sat on the edge and let her legs dangle over; she didn't want to go anywhere.

She wasn't sure how long she was there for but she became aware of someone sat next to her. Her father spoke to her the softest he ever had in his entire life.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry you had to see all that." He said and she couldn't think of anything she could say in response, so she didn't say anything. He took this as a cue to go on.

"You're just a kid…" she interrupted him here.

"I'm not a kid. Not anymore. Any childlike innocence or anything that could make me a kid is gone. I think it's pretty safe to say that I am most definitely not a kid anymore."

He looked at her and she met his eye, "No, you're not." He said quietly, "You have your mom's eyes you know."

She looked away and down the drop. "It's my fault isn't it? It's my fault she's dead."

"No. No it is not." He said sternly and she looked at him, "Your mom was an amazing woman. I wish she hadn't died of course I do. But you're not responsible for her death. And I'm sorry; I kept something from you, all these years. She wanted you to have it but I wanted it for myself. But now I see so much of her in you, I think you're ready for it." He handed over the red ribbon and she took it gently, running it through her fingers and examining it.

"This was hers?" she asked and he nodded. All of a sudden she was so overcome with emotion; she allowed all the pain and tears she'd been storing up for fifteen years to come pouring out as she held this ribbon and she began to sob. He took her in his arms and held her close.

"She loved you, so much…" he whispered into her hair a few tears sliding down his own cheeks. "She told me to make sure you knew it, you never did and I'm sorry for that. I've been a bit of a crappy dad, but she would have been the best mom ever."

She pulled back and looked at him, reaching up and wiping away his tears. "You're not always a crappy dad. I like moments like these, moments where you actually treat me like a person. I just wish you wouldn't insult me so much. I'm sorry too, for everything I've done wrong…"

"You've never done a thing wrong, I've just seen too much of your mom in you, and I couldn't cope with it. But now, I'm accepting it. You'll look great with the ribbon by the way; it'll go really nicely in your hair."

She laughed lightly and looked down at the ribbon; "Thanks…" she said before he wiped away her tears for her and kissed her forehead. Together, they stood up as Captain America entered; Minnie hung back whilst Tony walked forward to talk to him. She stayed back and didn't really listen to their conversation; it was probably only another argument anyway. Instead she looked down at her mother's ribbon in her fingers. It was really beautiful; when she looked down at it she could picture her mother, a beautiful woman dress in a flowing white dress. She had long blonde hair, exactly the same shade as her own and pretty blue eyes. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to her. She smiled slightly at the imaginary image she had in her mind of her mother but it was interrupted by her father's angry voice.

"We are not soldiers!" he said heatedly before turning slightly and gesturing to her behind him, "Is she a solider? Is that what you think?" she looked at Captain America with large eyes, and, for what seemed like the first time, he looked back at her. His eyes softened a little and she realised that she still looked like a kid to him. She was so desperate to prove herself, desperate to prove that she wasn't a child, she was growing up.

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail before pulling it up again and twisting it around into a bun instead of her usual pigtails. She then looked down at the ribbon again and she could vaguely hear Tony and the Captain continuing their conversation about Loki but she didn't pay any attention. Instead she wound the ribbon around the bun and tied it tightly. As she raised her head she didn't feel like a child anymore, she pictured herself looking as beautiful as her mother once did, without the pigtails she felt so much more grown up already. She smiled slightly to herself and stepped forward slowly to stand beside her father, wanting to join in the conversation to feel more included, to not only feel like a grown up, but also to be treated like one.

"This is Loki! He wants parades and a show and a monument built to the sky…" Tony paused for a moment, sussing it out but Minnie reached it first. She looked up at him with wide, alarmed eyes and they spoke in unison.

"Son of a bitch." They said and rushed from the room.

. . .

The attempt to boost her thrusters was almost futile. They would hold her up in the air for longer now but she grew weak and couldn't move around much. She decided that once all of this was over she would re-implant thrusters and re-perform the surgery. She might even get someone else to do it this time as it was no secret, and she was sure she could teach a real brain surgeon to perform the surgery which might be safer than a teenage girl doing it.

She hated how much her life depended on these thrusters now, she hated how much they hurt but she had to continue using them or else she could fall to her death which would be infinitely worse. She hated how there wouldn't be anyone to catch her; she was all alone fighting the big bad world. Her father would often be nearby but she knew that he couldn't always be relied on, that she needed to be dependent on herself. She just wished that she could depend on herself for what was coming, and coming quickly.

She spent the majority of her time strengthening her thrusters and by the time they were ready to head for New York she could keep herself in the air for up to an hour whilst using her hands for short bursts of nearing three minutes at a time. It was enough to get her through to allow her to help. she and Tony planned on going straight to their home in the centre of New York to find Loki and she had a supply of strengthening serum there so she could strengthen herself a bit whilst there which meant she could push it on the way to keep up with Tony and get there.

She kept her hair up in a bun instead of the pigtails and she was delighted to find people looking at her and treating her differently because of this. She was more grown up just by changing the way she wore her hair. Her mood was lifted and she was proud to be carrying a piece of her mother, spiritually, around.

As her and Tony set off they were around the same speed, but Tony picked up speed and she could feel the sense of competition surrounding them so picked up her own speed. It didn't take long before they were racing one another to Stark tower at enormous speeds and Minnie couldn't stop the grin on her face, she knew that her thrusters could fail at any moment but that only added to her adrenaline and excitement. She zoomed past him and felt the wind be displaced as he zoomed over her head. When they neared New York they slowed a little, looking up to Stark tower and seeing Loki on their balcony. In that moment, Tony wanted to punch him so bad. He flew down to where Jarvis could remove his suit and Minnie walked to the other side, she walked a few paces behind Loki as he walked through to meet her father. She slipped into the corridor off to her right and walked briskly down it towards her bedroom. Once she'd reached her room she opened the door and looked around at the familiar sense of home. She'd always preferred her bedroom at the large house in Miami, but this room wasn't that bad. She didn't run but didn't exactly saunter over to her desk and pulled open the drawer. She rooted around in it for a moment before coming to the annoying realisation that her serum wasn't there.

She whirled around, her plans being majorly set back now that she had to find her serum. She needed that serum, she couldn't continue if she didn't have it. She looked around, biting her lip and trying to think where it could be.

Her eye was caught by her bedside table and she crossed to it quickly, yanked open the drawer and began to root around inside, she found the syringe and grinned, holding it up to the light. It was still good; she pulled up her sleeve hastily before giving herself the injection. She felt the strength coursing through her veins instantly. Her senses were heightened but controllable and the thrusters felt more stable.

She dropped the syringe on the floor; she would clean it up once all this was over. She flung open the door and sprinted down the hallway and back into the open plan living area, just in time to see her father being flung from a window.