(t/s)= Tall or short
~Loki sent a cloud of ice down her throat. Slowly, it froze her from the inside out, turning her into an ice sculpture full of fear, and beauty.~
As the memories faded back into (f/n)'s subconscious, as Avengers' melded back into their own minds. It took a few minutes before anyone could say anything.
"So, you were captured by my brother?" Thor looked up at (f/n) with regret in his eyes. Before she could reply, Tony did so for her.
"Didn't you just see all that? It's kinda obvious. Your brother's a jackass."
"Tony!" it was Steve who spoke this time.
"What? It's the truth!"
"Brother Anthony, you would do well to not speak ill of my brother."
"Oh come on Thoreal! You know I'm right!"
The three kept fighting, but (f/n) paid it no attention. She was too busy concentrating on Steve. She didn't know what it was about him, but in the short time she had known he even existed she had felt something she had not in years. She just couldn't tell what it was.
She did however, come back to the present situation when she heard a pained cry. Her head snapped up to look at the source of the sound. Clint had tried to get up but as soon as he had stood he fell. "Clint!" Natasha was on his side immediately.
Gathering around their fallen comrade, Bruce pushed to the front of the group and had Natasha help lift the dirty blonde back onto the couch. He felt Clint's torso and limbs before turning to the others.
"Most of his ribs are broken and I'm not sure but they might of punctured something important."
"Then we need to get him to the hospital!"
"I'll go get the car!"
"Wait! Brother Clint would just get hurt while moving him!"
"Why did it take so long for him to feel it?"
"I don't know. It could've been the effects of adrenaline."
From her position at the front of the room, (f/n) spoke up. "Um. I can help him…" All eyes snapped back to her. Now it was Steve's turn to talk.
"You can? How?"
The (t/s) woman looked down at her feet, blushing from all of the sudden attention. "Actions speak louder than words" she said as she slipped past the others to kneel beside the barely conscious man. "You might want to step back." The team behind her shared skeptical looks behind her before complying. As soon as they had done so, (f/n) went to work.
Her hands hovered over Hawkeye while she healed the short man as taught to her by her father, and him his father before.
"Du , Thor , er beskytter av menn.
Beskytte denne kroppen fra skade.
Du , Frey , er giver av liv.
Formidle til ham kraft og styrke.
Du , Eir , er healer of Gods .
Helbrede ham til helhet .
Frigga , bryr du for alle gjester som kommer .
Gi ham trøst og hvile.
Du , Idun , gjør alt ung .
Låne ham hurtighet av ungdom.
Odin, led du mange prøvelser .
Hjelp ham henge på .
Æsene og vanene , er du mangfoldige, men forent .
Hjelp ham å få deg selv sammen"
Thor instantly understood what (f/n) was saying in his native tongue whilst the others only understood the names. He watched in fascination as the same light from earlier but green flowed out of her hands to cast a glow over his fallen comrade. He could now hear the sound of broken bones connecting and forming back into a solid piece. Skin connected back together and blood vanished off of the skin.
Steve couldn't believe what was happening. Clint's fatal injuries were fading away as is they were never there in the first place. The Super Soldier's eyes started to focus on the small of (f/n)'s back where he could faintly see something. The harder he looked, the more confident Steve was that there was something there. No one else seemed to notice though, so when Clint started to groan the taller blonde pushed it to the back of his mind.
"Clint! Clint, can you hear me?" Natasha, who had not strayed far, was instantly at the archer's side. Groaning, he looked up. "I feel like I got hit by a train." The team siged in relief. "He's fine." Tony stated.
While the rest of the team checked on Clint and talked among themselves, Steve moved over to (f/n).
"So, is that why he kept you."
(f/n) looked up surprised. "What?"
"Is that why Focalor kept you with him? Your healing abilities?"
The (h/c) haired woman looked down. "I suppose."
Steve noticed that it was said quietly, as if it wasn't the whole story but also a touchy subject. He decided to leave it alone for now. Right as the taller man was about to ask another question on a different subject, he was beat to it by Tony who walked right up to (f/n) and put an arm around her waist.
"So, (f/n), how would you like to live in the tower with us? We have more floors than I know what to do with so space is not an issue, and the rest of the team agrees that your abilities would be a great addition to the team." He let go and stood in front of her. "So, what'cha ya think?"
Looking around the room, (f/n) was met with smiling faces. Oh, and Natasha who looked none too pleased. The newcomer felt something she hadn't felt is a long time. Appreciation? Not quite the right word, but that too. Fitting in? No. Acceptance? Yes! That was it! "I, uh." (f/n) looked up with a sheepish smile. "I would be very greatful."
Tony gave her a dazzling smile that had captured the hearts of many unknowing women. "Welcome to the team! Now, seeing that we all have mandatory code names, you will need one too. Any ideas?"
Searching her brain, (f/n) remembered a about a type of midgardian celestial being that her kind had been mistaken for. "How about 'Seraph'?"
"Ok Seraph, welcome to the Avengers!"
