AN: Ok here's chapter 2! Before you read, there's a few things I need to explain about what kind of universe this is set in. The movies are a factor in this fic, and you'll hear mentions of them through out.

As for the timeline Iron Man 3 and Thor the Dark World have happened, but I set TtDW a few months earlier, and Captain America the Winter Solider hasn't happened yet.

Later if this story is popular then I will bring in the recent Deadpool comics, the new series that started in 2012, but they haven't happened yet either.

That's all I have to say. So please read, review and enjoy.

Chapter two

Deadpool was here to kill me. He was holding two guns to my head. He was laughing. He was going to get so much money for killing me. There was nothing I could do. Deadpool was going to kill me and there was nothing I could say, nothing I could do to stop it.

"Let's play a game," Deadpool said. "One gun is loaded, the other is not. I have one gun you have the other." He pointed one o his guns to his head. "3. 2. 1..." He pulled both of the triggers. The shot rang out and the bullet hit my head. I fell to the floor. He was still laughing

But I wasn't dead. I had been shot in the head but I wasn't dead. It hurt. Hurt, hurt, hurt.

And there was nothing I could do.

I jerked awake from the nightmare. I gasped and looked around, suddenly remembering where I was. Dawn was breaking over the city sky line.

The dragons and Mr. Rhododendron shuffled. They were on the floor, Hiss curled in a giant coil, Drakki and Mr. Rhododendron were sleeping like cats. I had dozed off myself sometime during the night. Stupid, stupid, stupid me. The creatures all opened their eyes and looked at me.

I got down from the sofa and placed myself in the middle of Hiss' coil. Drakki and Mr. Rhododendron got up and moved to comfort me the best they could. Hiss tightened her coil around me to make me feel safer.

"It's alright," Mr. Rhododendron said comfortingly. "He won't be bothering us anymore."

"I hope so. I hope so very much."

I ended up dozing off again to the purrs that Drakki put out. I didn't have a nightmare this time but I was still tired when I woke up. I shuffled out of Hiss' coil and headed to the bathroom. I needed a shower badly.

I looked at myself in the mirror. A pale face with electric blue eyes, but after the sleepless night there were giant bags under them. My long black hair was dishevelled and greasy with none of the natural shine it had. I sighed and damned the day that someone hired Deadpool to kill me.

As I turned on the water for the shower to heat up, I thought about who would want to kill me. I could name a few, well more than a few actually, but I couldn't fathom why someone would hire a mercenary to do it... possibly HYDRA maybe AIM.

I shrugged my clothes off and stepped into the shower. It felt great on my shoulder muscles. I wondered if Deadpool would stay true to his word and actually stay away from me. I hoped he would, otherwise I might just try to kill him myself.

I paused. Thinking of Deadpool in the shower? That wasn't good.

My power to bring things to life wasn't my only power. My name was Ink Avilov Rabinovich, my mother was Russian, but I never knew her. I grew up in a care home in England. I could speak Russian so I must've been around her at some stage in my early life to speak fluently in Russian. But, weirdly, I was also fluent in Norse too. My full name was Ink Avilov Rabinovich Lokidottir.

Long name, I know, but it means that I was the half human daughter of the Norse god Loki. I could wield magic incredibly well and I was also half Jotun. I thought it was extremely cool, but don't tell Loki that. He hates his Frost Giant side.

I could form and meld ice by drawing moisture from the air or any body of water. The water travels up my body and shapes into tools like blades which could come in many shapes and sizes, a sword like blade and a dagger, I can also create spiked throwing balls and spray shards of ice, or solid ice pillars that can knock an even an Asgardian down. A little like a war like version of Elsa from Frozen, I guess. If you counted the fact that I could grow to almost twice my size, having my skin and hair turn blue, and the way my eyes turned completely red (leaving the pupils) then I wasn't like Elsa from Frozen. I had incredible power, and I was determined to have it not fall into the wrong hands.

I also had ties through Thor to the Avengers and even helped now and then with a few of their tougher battles, which they did not like because of my age. I was 21, which is quite young for a superhero to be traipsing around New York beating up the bad guys. I dated Spiderman a couple of years ago, that was fun, and even dated Wolverine once as well.

I started rubbing shampoo in to my long hair. It was ridiculous how much of it I used. Granted I did have waist length hair but it was just mad the amount I got through. I ended up having a double wash to make my head feel better. I squirted soap into my hands and started rubbing my arms. I had a lot of scars from the numerous battles I had been in. I could name exactly when, where, how I got them, and who gave them to me.

The water stuttered and turned cold suddenly, freezing actually. "Ah!" I shouted and my muscles contracted but the feeling didn't last. It wasn't because the water was turning hot but because the freezing water had triggered my Jotun self. I started growing and turning blue, the water started to freeze and the ice climbed up to the shower head. I fumbled to turn it off. I had done this once before and ended up freezing the entire building water supply in the height of summer.

My head started to brush the ceiling. My Jotun form was 7'10" and had the molecular density three time that of an ordinary human being. I started bend the metal base of the shower and crack the ceiling.

Finally I stopped growing. The shower was covered in ice and I had started to break it. I started shrinking and using my magic I melted the ice before I could start the whole process over again. The shower restarted once the ice had all melted.

The water turned hot again and I carried on like it never happened. I would have to fix the shower again. Stupid water system. This building wasn't the cheapest place to live and it was in a great neighbourhood. Even the elevator worked all the time! But no, not the water.

After I had washed the last of the conditioner out of my hair, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack, then grabbed another for my hair. I wrapped it around my head and then flipped it over. I can't believe boys had no idea how to do that. I didn't that even when I had a short, short pixie cut when I was younger. I re-secured he first towel around my body and headed into the living room. It was my apartment I could do whatever the hell I wanted.

It was quite light now, getting close to 7 or 8 o'clock, New York was getting up and going to work. Everyone doing their everyday lives.

I walked into the kitchen area and popped the kettle on. It would take a lot of teas to get me going.

"You know-"

I yelped and turned around. That wasn't Mr. Rhododendron's voice, no it was Deadpool, sitting in my favourite arm chair. That was all I needed to know. I ran out of the kitchen/living room and ran into my bedroom.

What the hell was he doing here?! He said he would stay away. And I was in a towel for god's sake!

"Did I scare you?" Deadpool asked from the other side of my door. "It was an unexpected pleasure seeing you in a towel."

"GET OUT OF MY APPARTMENT NOW!" I screamed at him.

"Yeesh, lil' lady, what did I do?"

I started screaming at him in Russian, then it slipped into Norse, then I ended up calling every dirty name I knew in multiple languages.

"If you don't leave now I will unleash Hissing Soul on you!" I shouted. Speaking of Hiss, where the hell was she? And where were Drakki and Mr. Rhododendron for that matter?

"Ok, ok, ok, I'm going. Geeze, woman!" I heard footsteps going away, but I wasn't convinced. I locked the door and said a quick charm that would prevent anyone from teleporting in here.

Being the daughter of an Asgardian god had its perks. Granted, Loki wasn't welcome in Asgard, but I was... kind of. It was always a bit tense when I was around. I had special Asgardian armour that I could summon magically. It had been modelled after Loki's armour, which had the Asgardians grounding their teeth at.

I ended up walking into my own living room looking like I was about to walk on to an ancient battlefield.

I glanced around the room. It seemed clear. Clear of hired mercenaries and, unfortunately, clear of any extremely protective dragons and tigers. I remembered that it was early morning. Hiss, Drakki and Mr. Rhododendron all went out hunting at this time of day for breakfast. I couldn't keep them well fed on the budget I had so they had to feed themselves. Hiss and Drakki ate all the fish they could in the sea and Mr. Rhododendron went hunting in central park. There was a deer population there at the moment, so he was well fed all the time.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." I muttered. Instinctively, I grabbed two daggers from my thighs.

"Hey-"

I yelped and threw both of my daggers at the sound of the voice.

"Ow. That hurt," Deadpool said. One of my daggers was lodged in his head and the other he had caught. "Although, I've got to give it to yah, you've got great aim." He started chuckling whilst I just stood there, my mouth slightly agape. Still laughing, Deadpool grabbed the dagger from his head and yanked it out. It immediately started healing.

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here?" I said the sentence one word at a time.

"Well, I you stopped screaming and chucking daggers at my head I would tell you." He said jokingly. "You know you're kinda scary when you're not petrified."

"You have a minute, fill it with words." I said carefully.

"Well, it's obviously not a minute to live, 'cause I can't die." I gave him a warning glare. "All I wanted was to hang out with you!" he said and shook his splayed hands. "If I had known you were gonna be so testy I would have waited till later in the day."

"You were here at midnight, and it's like 8:30 in the morning." I said.

"It's actually just 8, you were in the shower for like-" He stopped suddenly, noticing his mistake.

"What?" I asked him, my voice dangerously calm.

"Um... nothing."

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing. Certainly nothing about what time you were in the shower." I gave him what could only be described as a death glare. "I think I'm gonna go now." He said when he noticed my face.

"You'd better." I warned as he clicked something on his belt. He disappeared. Quickly I threw the same charm over the whole apartment as I had around my room.

"UGH!" I shouted and kicked a table. What the hell did Deadpool want with me? Out of all the vigilantes, anti-heroes, villains and super-heroes, it was Deadpool who frightened me and angered me the most. He scared me because of his unpredictability. One minute he was trying to kill me, one minute he wanted to be my friend. I hated him because he would only do anything for money. He could be doing something good with his powers, not just killing random people for money.

I sighed. I secretly hoped there would be a super powered bank robbery or a heist of some sort. Just something that would allow me to kick some super powered ass. If not then I'd have to go to the gym and have a fierce boxing work out.

I got up and put the kettle on again. It had gone tepid over the whole fiasco. I would get through this, and still be as bad-ass as I normally was. I had been in worse situations. I've been kidnapped, beaten, tortured and had an extremely awkward dinner with the Avengers when I introduced Spiderman, AKA Peter Parker, as my boyfriend. Man that was pushing the extreme of awkwardness.

I made a cup of tea, but winced when it burned my mouth. I sent a cooling mist over it, I could only control small amounts of ice when I wasn't in my Jotun form, and then sipped. It was the perfect temperature.

I made another tea then I got on with making breakfast, all in my Asgardian armour. I hoped I wouldn't spill anything. Stains were a pain in the ass to get rid of. I'd change out of it when I got to work. What was work? Even though I was a superhero and most of my money was funded by the Maria Stark Foundation, I was also a singer. I hired out to bars and cafes all over the city if it paid well enough. I wasn't going to go anywhere with my singing it was just for fun.

I checked my voice mails and e-mails. I had several offers that sounded good. I would need to call them back and work out the hours. Looking over the New York City skyline I realised something.

Next thing I knew I had changed and heading out of my apartment. I needed to fly.