Since I didn't get an answer for my question, I'm still deciding how it's gonna go. So, enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or I'm Yours by Jason Mraz.
Kayla sat on a large piece or rock and put her head in her hands. There was a constant flow of information from other people's minds, and since she had lost control fighting Loki, she hadn't been able to block them out. She had barely slept in the past three days, and she was exhausted. Kayla pulled out her leather box, opened it, and fingered her stones sleepily.
Thor came and sat next to her. "Kayla, I do not mean to pry, but where did you get those stones?"
"My mother gave them to me. And yes, I know what they are. I'm just trying to figure out how to use them."
"I cannot help you with that, but my father, Odin, can. Abilities like yours are rare, but controlling them is as common as controlling any other power."
Kayla's eyelids were drooping. "What do you mean, Thor?" She slurred.
Thor smiled slightly. "It is of no importance at the moment. Go find Stark. I'm sure he can get you a bed."
Kayla nodded appreciatively, then wandered off to find Tony. She found him on a lower floor of Stark Tower. The bottom 70 stories were intact, but the remaining 23 were badly damaged. He was on floor 41, according to JARVIS. She did not trust the elevator, so she took the stairs. He sat at a bar with all the Avengers, minus Thor. They all turned toward the door as she entered. From the others's perspective, she didn't look very good.
She had bags under her eyes, her jacket and jeans were ripped, and she had countless cuts and bruises, including a large, dark bruise across her wrist from Thor's hammer. "What?" She tried to sound fierce, but she was too exhausted.
Tony smiled, got up, and took her by the elbow. He lead her gently to a guest room, which contained a dresser, and writing desk, a bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. The dresser, desk, bed frame, and cabinets were a dark brown, and all metal accessories were a blinding silver. The walls were a pale green color, the sheets were an electric blue. Kayla noticed that her black duffel bag had been brought off the ship and put on the bed.
She unzipped it and laid each thing out carefully. A set of clothes, a long shirt that served as pajamas, a large, black, leather bound sketchbook, a pencil, a small, brown cloth bag that contained a few ten-dollar bills and assorted change, an enormous book of mythology, and, finally, a black case. She smiled at the sight of it, and took the pajamas and the book into the bathroom.
The bathtub was huge. It was white porcelain, with a headrest at one end. There was space around the tub to set things. The bathroom was covered in light brown tiles, and the cabinets were the same shade of brown. Over the bathtub was a faucet, but no taps.
"How am I supposed to work this thing?" Kayla asked no one in particular.
JARVIS answered her. "Specify water temperature and whether you prefer oil or bubbles in your bath."
"Oook. I'll take 90 degree water temperature, lavender bath oil, and jasmine bubbles." She found a towel and some soap. She stripped and sank into the silky water. Using a provided brush, she scraped off dirt, blood, and skin. As she did, she began to sing quietly without realizing it. She enjoyed it, and sang with all her heart.
(insert song of your choice here)
Kayla smiled. She hadn't been so happy in a very long time, and she didn't know why she was now.
When Kayla was finished, she sat back and opened her book to the Norse Mythology section. She looked up Loki and began to read the myths concerning him. There was Ida and Her Golden Apples, among many others. As her eyes began to close, she hauled herself out of the tub, dried herself off, and pulled her pajamas from the heating rack she had found earlier. The minute she got in bed, she fell asleep.
The next morning, Kayla woke up at six, skipped breakfast, and flew out the window down to the streets. She watched people sift through the rubble. Tiny movement caught her eye. A small patch of pebbles was moving up and down. Kayla used her hands to scoop the rocks away. A small golden paw swatted her hand. She knelt down and blew away the rest of the dust to reveal a small kitten with large ears, gold fur, and black spots. It mewed pathetically.
Kayla normally cautious demeanor just snapped. "Aww! You are so cute!"
As it stumbled to her lap, it tripped over its paws and landed nose down on the hard asphalt. Kayla grinned and did a quick gender check. It was a female, and she guessed not more than three months. According to the fur and personality, she deduced it was an Ocicat.
"Well, you're going to need a name, aren't you?" The kitten squeaked. "How about... Hmm. Names aren't my forte."
Kayla scooped up the kitten and started to walk back to Stark Tower. On the way, her head was slowly turning from side to side, scanning for any rogue Chitauri. People were poking through the ruins, so water molecules were shifting everywhere.
Out of nowhere, a Chitauri lunged from behind a building and buried a knife blade in her abdomen. She yelled in pain, and launched herself at her enemy, dropping the unfortunate kitten in the dust. Delivering a swift kick to the back of the neck, she almost broke his neck, but the pain threw her off balance. He kicked her repeatedly over and over on her wound, and she froze him with a blast of ice. One punch shattered him into a million pieces.
And with that, Kayla collapsed on the ground and groaned, pressing hard down on her wound. She dragged herself into a standing position and stumbled in the direction of Stark Tower, the kitten trotted after her, mewling in concern.
"You know what? I just found a name for you. Neoma." Kayla gasped breathlessly. She made it right to the outskirts of JARVIS's circle. "JARVIS! Alert Tony. Get his butt out here..."
She fell in the grass, and Neoma tucked herself in Kayla's jacket. The Avengers poured out onto the front lawn and gasped at her condition. Her skin was ashen gray, and her shirt and jacket were soaked through with blood. Steve stepped down and picked her up bridal style. She cried in pain and allowed one tear to roll down her cheek. She hadn't endured so much pain in a very long time.
"What happened?" Tony demanded.
"I was scanning the ruins, and a lone Chitauri attacked me." Kayla explained.
Bruce inspected the wound. "In addition to heavy bleeding, it's starting to bruise."
"Not surprising. Chitauri kick really hard."
"Bring her inside, Steve. Tony, get a makeshift hospital set up. Kayla, what's your blood type?"
"AB positi-" Kayla slumped into unconsciousness as her blood dripped on the ground. Bruce and Steve rushed her to where the hospital was set up.
"She's going to have to have a blood transfer. Stark, sit down, please." Bruce borrowed blood from Tony and the girl's vitals were going back to normal, but still, she would not wake up.
Kayla's mind was nothing but a black void. (A/N: If it's in italics, it's happening inside Kayla's mind) Then, a figure stood there. He reached out his hand and caressed the edges of Kayla's consciousness. Kayla opened her eyes and saw who had awoken her mind, but not her body. "Loki!" She spat as she leapt away from the god. "Why are you here? Get out!" "I am merely awakening you. If you sleep any longer, you will die." Loki's face was etched with worry. "What would you care if I did? It would be one less Avenger to fight when you decide to escape." "I don't know what I'd do if you died. You are interesting. Unique. Different." With a mighty shove, Kayla heaved Loki out of her mind, her face dripping in sweat, her face contorted in rage. Then, the voices started shouting.
The first thing Kayla did before she even opened her eyes was press her hands to her ears. She curled into a fetal position and cried out softly as her abdomen pained her. The door opened slowly, and Kayla opened her eyes. It was Clint. He held something under his jacket as he sat on the edge of her bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"My stomach and my mind hurts. Ever since I lost control fighting Loki, I haven't been able to block the voices from my head. My mind is touching everyone's mind, and it's like a great scream. It hurts..."
"I'm sure Thor will be able to help you. Also, this might help." Clint drew a bundle of golden fur from his jacket and placed it on the bed.
"Neoma!" Kayla yelled in joy. The kitten teetered over to her and settled down in the nook Kayla's body made, purring all the while. Kayla grinned as she scratched the kitten's head. "Thank you, Clint," she said softly.
"Your welcome. Now come out. Everyone is worried about you."
Kayla rose unsteadily to her feet, clutching Neoma with one hand, and Clint with the other. When the elevator doors opened into the living room with the piano, the Avengers stood and smiled when they saw her.
"Hey ya, Snow Cone," Tony greeted. He looked a bit pale.
"Are you alright, Tony?" Kayla's brow furrowed in worry.
"I'm just a little weak after the blood transfer."
Kayla stared for a moment, then yelled, "You mean that I have Stark's blood in me?!"
"Yup!" Tony answered cheerfully.
Kayla groaned, and then she noticed water molecules shift behind her. She set the kitten on the ground, and then turned to see that no one was there. But the air still moved. She searched the area carefully, but saw no one. She felt someone walk by her. Without turning, she said. "We're not alone."
Cliffhanger...:) Please R&R!
Oh, and a few interesting tidbits. Neoma means new moon and Kayla means pure.