Note: sorry this is so short, I need to get back into the groove and it's not going so well. I'll try to update more and I have lots of ideas to try and get down on paper (sort of). Hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Avenger related, I only own Hannah and the story.

"Glad you're finally awake, Hannah."

"H-how do you know my name?"

"Barton told me- that man is useful in so many different ways. Anyway, I've come to see if you know anything about your true power?"

"M-my true power? What do you mean?"

"Mhh, not yet huh? Well, you'll discover it eventually. And then you can rule by my side."

"What do you mean, 'rule by your side'?"

"What I mean, Hannah, is that when I take over Earth and become the King, you shall be a princess of sorts. I've yet to decide who my queen shall be. For now, you'll accompany me on my way to the top. If you are able to harness your powers before I put my big plan in place, then you will help me. If not, you will stay here until I come to retrieve you. Understand?"

I slowly nod, not really following along with the 'rule by my side' and 'you have powers' part of this conversation. He raises an eyebrow, eyeing me suspiciously, but eventually stands up and exits the room without another word. I continue struggling against the bonds, burning scars deeper into my skin. Small amounts of smoke begin to rise from around the blue ropes, but I ignore them. I continue pulling at the ropes until the burn fully sets in.

I wince in pain and fall back into the bed, trying to hold each of my wrists in either hand. I look down at my hands, carefully examining the lines around my wrist. Perfectly circular, burned deep into the soft flesh. My once pale arms, now tainted by the dark brown circle near my arm. I continue to hold them close to me, not letting go and trying to take the pain away. Eventually, I give up and let my hands fall to my lap.

I fall back onto the bed in defeat, planning on laying there until Loki returns when I hear the door open. Carefully, I sit back up to observe the new person to enter my room. The darkness, combined with their dark clothing, makes it hard to recognize them. But when they finally sit down and begin to speak I realize that it's Barton. "How are you?"

I look at him skeptically, wondering if Loki sent him in to find my weaknesses and such, before realizing that he could probably just ask Barton and he'd know, "I'm… decent. You know, for being held in a room against my will with fire as ropes, binding me to a bed." I hold up my arms slightly so he can see the marks burned into my skin. I hear him gasp, "how did you do that?"

"Well, I was pulling against the energy ropes, and it just kept burning deeper into my skin."

"No, I mean… how did you heal it?"

I look down in confusion at my wrist, seeing that there's no longer a black line of scarred skin around my wrist. It's completely disappeared, the skin not even bearing a mark. I glance back up at where Barton had been sitting, but he's long gone. Quickly, I turn my head to the door just in time to see it click shut.