Author's Note: It's almost AP Testing season guys. Forgive me for taking forever. I've had about a thousand homework assignments since the last time I updated. I'm sorry.

Loki

Callie's back-and-forth pacing was starting to get irritating. I couldn't blame her for being anxious—I mean, this was Cass we were talking about—but honestly, enough was enough.

My sweet love may have had a prickly exterior, but her heart was made of gold and she was the most loyal girl I had ever met. She had enough sarcasm flowing through those veins to make an earthquake stop shaking, but when needed, she was kind and compassionate and loving. So I could understand why Callie would want to find her. Cass—aside from being sassy—was something of a glue that kept me and the Avengers tied together and away from each other's throats.

"Can we track her with magic?" Callie asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Something connected Pan to her," Tony commented. When we—meaning the team, Callie, and myself—all gave him confused looks, he raised his eyebrows. "Oh come on! You guys didn't think of this? Why would a fairy tale character who turns out to be a villain on a TV show come for Cass? If anything she and he are remarkably similar when it comes to the sass and the cunning. Now, in my experience, guys don't like girls that are similar to themselves—sometimes they feel it impugns their manhood—so what drew him to her?"

"Magic?" I suggested.

"No," Callie countered. Her eyes shot directly to the Iron Man. "No. This is about why you brought us here to 'protect' us three years ago isn't it? This is about how I went and visited her in my dreams. This is about the both of us being special." Her tone was almost hostile.

"Yeah! It is, okay?!" Tony exclaimed.

My spine stiffened. "What do you mean, special?" I demanded. "What are you talking about?"

"You never wondered why two un-super-powered girls were living in the Avengers' Tower?" Callie asked.

"The truth is that they're not un-super-powered," the billionaire put in.

"And you didn't feel obliged to share?" Steve asked, sounding angry but still calm.

"I didn't know myself until recently," Tony said, sounding defensive. "I mean, I didn't know about their power. I just knew that they were special."

"How?" Thor's eyebrows scrunched.

Tony smirked, lips curling up over his teeth. I instantly got concerned. Callie started pacing again. "Magic." My eyebrows shot up my forehead. Where had Tony Stark gotten magic from? There wasn't much on Midgard that mortals could harness—we from Asgard could, but human bodies weren't strong enough to take on the load of power. How had Stark managed to—Hold on, slow down, the consoling voice I heard in my conscience was Cass's. Remember the Tessaract? They managed to get a decent enough harness for that.

Yes, I retorted to my own mind. But that was an Infinity Stone. There's a difference between them and the rest of magic.

True, Cass's voice commented. Vaguely I wondered if I was going insane. Why was I hearing my girlfriend and not just me? But remember Loki, Peter Pan is real. That means Once Upon a Time may very well be real. And if it is, they brought more magic onto Midgard. Maybe even enough to use.

"Where did you get the magic?" Clint sounded intrigued.

"I borrowed some from an Asgardian while said Asgardian wasn't using it," Tony replied elusively. I didn't know if I wanted to know what that meant. Thor and I were the only two Asgardians in the Tower—so he must have somehow pulled it out of one of us. And while Thor had some magic, mine was stronger. I had to assume the pretentious playboy had somehow extracted it from me to use to find a few supernatural girls.

"What were you looking for?" Natasha's red eyebrow lifted.

"Special people. And I found two girls from two different states with a four-year age gap. I knew once they unlocked whatever it was that made them special that other people—worse than us—would come after them, so I went to offer our protection," Tony explained. He looked like he was tired of being questioned—and honestly, I couldn't blame him. I'd been at the mercy of the team's interrogations before. They were dreadful. Long and tedious, sometimes with people asking the same questions over and over and over again.

"What are they?" Callie asked, usually docile voice prickly and sharp. "Our powers. What are they and how come Loki or Thor or someone besides you didn't notice before now?"

"I'm still not entirely sure."

"Well you said you managed to visit Cass in a dream right?" Callie nodded, so Clint continued, "Maybe you're some type of telepath. Read minds."

"And Cass?"

"Maybe she has magic."

"You're just making this up off the top of your head aren't you?" I asked the archer. He smirked and nodded.

"Well I've got no idea," he said. "But no one else was putting in suggestions. Might as well be me, eh?" He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. Callie folded her arms and began pacing faster. I was ready to grab her and magically duct tape her to the ceiling so she'd stop. The movement was distracting and I was trying to think. Cass and I had been close together on many occasions. If she'd had magic I should have been able to feel it.

Unless… her voice prompted.

Unless she had a different kind from the type I had. Mine was Asgardian—the magic of Yggdrasil that flowed throughout the Nine Realms. Perhaps hers came from elsewhere—and that's why it remained out of my grasp. The magic from Once Upon a Time appeared to be different. And maybe that was where hers came from—if indeed she actually had it.

I would never deny that my girlfriend is a very special individual—powers or no—but I couldn't see how she had anything past what normal humans had. Strong and sassy she may be, though normal would also be a good adjective. I loved her dearly. I just didn't think her having magic was likely.

End Note: This has been great. See you as soon as I can! Thanks for reading! It means a lot to me!

~Cass