Hello again! Sorry this took so long but I have been extremly busy and decided to grant you with a long chapter. Happy 2016!
A year or so had passed since when Ever had presented Thanos with the heart, and Ever was itching to go. She had been doing little errands for Thanos, with Gamora. It was mainly getting or eliminating people, stealing technology, etc.
Ever had grown. She was more patient. She was calm. She was stronger.
Physically, she looked the same. The procedure had slowed her aging process, so she still looked about seven. Her white corn silk hair had gotten longer, grown way past her waist, and her dark eyes were sharper.
She had new learned things.
Like how to block off her mind. Ever had learned that one the hard way. Her skill in combat surpassed Gamora's and was growing by the day. She could also act.
Ever was very convincing. She could wear emotions easily, fooling no one. Ever was the best liar. She had had a big hand in torturing Loki, and the man greatly feared her.
Ever loved to be feared.
She loved seeing the fear on people's faces as she gently slid her scythe into their heart, loved watching the light leave their eyes as the scent of their blood filled her nose.
Ever was only nine. She loved playing the little innocent defenseless child. It was perfect for their plan.
It was months after they had sent Loki down to take Midgard. He had failed and been returned to Asgard, along with the Tesseract. Thanos was angry and desperate for a plan, so he turned to his last resort. Ever.
She was ready. But not yet. He would let them recover. Regroup. Relax. And then he would tear them apart. Ever could be very innocent when she needed to. He would send her down there and then…. they couldn't resist an unnatural person. A mutant. She was the perfect child.
More months went by. Ever trained until she could beat anyone. Her scythes were deadly and she could use them like an extension of her body. She was almost unbeatable. And what Thanos was asking her to do was to be beaten.
Ever did not like that.
But she enjoyed playing around with people. So she agreed with the plan. Ever knew this would win her Thanos. She could not wait to get into the Avengers. She had studied each of them carefully, she knew more about them then they probably knew about each other.
She would play the innocent child. And she would win.
The Avengers battled Ultron. A city fell from the sky. They scattered. And Ever was ready.
The day came quickly. Ever had not been able to sleep for a while, but she managed to find some right before she was to leave. She had new tech and was taking nothing but the clothes she was wearing. They were just going to drop her down, in the middle of everything. Something sure to catch their attention.
In the morning, Ever approached the throne of her father. Nebula and Gamora stood by him, with Kronos and Aria on the other side. She stood to attention, her small frame standing tall.
"Father."
"Daughter. I hope you are prepared. You know how big this is. We cannot risk losing." Thanos rumbled.
Ever gave a brisk nod, her eyes traveling to her sisters, her mentor, and the closest thing she had to a mother. She felt the slightest pang of sadness but pushed it down, telling herself that she would succeed, she would come back.
"Goodbye." Ever said quietly. Just as the word came out of her mouth she was pulled back by an invisible rope, and sucked into the dark hole appearing around her.
And then she was falling. The wind whistled past her head and her hair whipped around her. She let herself fall. Then there was a sharp pain, in her back and everything went dark.
It was dark.
She could hear heartbeats around her. There were four heartbeats. Four voices. Inside her head and out.
"Where the heck did she come from?"
I wish this was over.
"I don't know. It looked like she fell from the sky. Look at the size of this crater."
I just want to be accepted.
"Maybe she is from Asgard?"
I want Pietro.
"Nah, when it's from Asgard, it's got this weird glowy pattern rune thing. This is just a crater."
I will find Bucky.
"Let's take her in and do a body scan. If she wakes up, just let her adjust slowly. You know the drill."
"Sure thing Cap."
Then there was gentle arms lifting her into the air. She could already feel the bones mending back together in her back, knitting back together. This was working.
"Geez man. I wonder how old she is. Looks like she couldn't be older than seven." She recognized the voice. It was one of the ones she had seen from the videos. Sam Wilson. Alias, the Falcon. Another voice, one with a heavy accent, came into focus.
"I cannot enter her head. It is too early, we do not know the damage. But I can sense… danger." It was Wanda Maximoff, the witch.
"Danger. Hmm. I wonder what kind. Did you know that my middle name is danger?" Same joked. When Wanda didn't laugh, his trailed off awkwardly.
"Just kidding. My middle name is Thomas."
The tension in the air was so thick Ever could cut it with her Scythe. She felt her body being set down on some sort of table that was neither comfortable nor hard. There was a soft whirring next to her head, and Ever felt her world going dark again.
Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if that was a cliffhanger. I will try and update as soon as I can