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Hemera Song

Hemera slowly blinked awake from a dreamless sleep, before sitting straight up as she took in her surroundings. She sat on a simple bed, in an almost blindingly white room. Three of the walls, the floor, even the lights seemed pure white. The fourth wall was similar but included a door and a large mirror which was obviously a one way window.

"Πού είμαι?" She murmured, in her confusion accidentally slipping into speaking in Greek, the words meaning 'Where am I?'. Her back felt slightly numb where the tranquilizer dart had hit and she doubted that she would be able to fly well until feeling returned to it. She glanced down at her right arm, noticing a small bandage on her upper arm. They had taken her blood. She turned to face the door, awaiting whoever would eventually come to speak with her.

Clint Barton

Clint didn't feel right about this. Yes, the Director had a valid point about the girl's history and file being pretty suspicious, but then again she was quite literally a child, albeit one with wings, half of her DNA missing and a glowing sword that no one could seem to identify the metal it was made of, though it seemed most similar to Asgardian metal. Hmm… Maybe the Director was right. Clint also wasn't exactly thrilled to be the one assigned to interrogate this girl but no one seemed to care about that. He gave a small sigh and opened the door to the room they were keeping Hemera in.

He was a bit surprised to see her staring directly at him, not even having to turn her head, as if she had been waiting in that position for someone to enter. It was a bit unnerving to tell the truth.

"Uh, Hemera Song correct?" Clint spoke, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

"Isn't their name something you're supposed to ask before you kidnap someone?" The girl's voice was steady, lacking any emotion. She slightly tilted her head to one side. "But I suppose you already know the answer."

Clint frowned but continued. "Your file doesn't give much information about your early life or father, and your blood results say that you're missing his DNA."

Now this was interesting. As soon as the words left his mouth, Hemera visibly tensed, her eyes hardening. Clint waited but she said nothing.

"Care to explain?" Clint asked after a few moments of silence.

"Listen," Hemera met his eyes. "The less I say, the safer everyone in this vicinity is. By bringing me here you've almost certainly attracted the attention of almost any τέρατα within thirty miles of here." She spoke with the type of deadly seriousness that could only come from experience. To hear that tone of voice coming from a teen just felt… wrong.

For the next few hours Clint attempted to ask more questions. He was met with similar answers, only gaining small bits of information. Eventually he stood to leave the room, only to be stopped by the girl's voice.

"When they come, and trust me, they will, let me fight them. You won't be able to. You probably won't even be able to recognize them at first. And I don't want anymore deaths. I've failed to stop so many already."

Clint left the room, a small feeling of doubt settling over him.