First off, thank you all SO much for your endless kindness and support. I love each and every one of you, so I chose to put in some thing to make you all happy.

Below there is a mix of ALW and Leroux's version of Phantom.

There is some rated M content below. Just a warning for all of you lovlies.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!


They were in a large cavern, filled of old candles and rich tapestries. Scattered amongst the rubble of the lair were pieces of broken wardrobes, while other pieces furniture were still large and elegant. Various ash-coated librettos, glowing candelabras, and pile upon pile of discarded newspapers were placed all around the layer. A large organ ,with beautiful steaming pipes reaching up to the ceiling, was placed strategically in the center of the room. There were candles all around, giving a soft, mysterious glow to the area. Rebecca was in a boat in the middle of a glassy lake, her hair curled and wild around her face. On her body was a white silk robe. It was ruffled in every way possible and was long enough to trail behind her. Her eyes were staring up at a man of great stature, strong, tall, with a black mask covering his entire face. His body was covered in a tuxedo with flapping coat tails.

The man reached out a leather gloved hand, charismatically and ghost like. Rebecca, with her doe eyes, took his hand and slowly stood from the small boat and onto the plot of land where all of the underground riches were.

"I am your Angel of Music," He clearly stated, his voice like butter and velvet.

Rebecca's long gown trailed behind her as he led her to the organ. His music was his voice. His notes was his pronunciation. His melodies were his lyrics. By playing his organ, the Angel of Music would sing to her. He would teach her how to be a star.

The girl stood beside him as he sat down, his hands flying up momentarily before landing on the white ivory keys. The black masked man looked to her for a moment, in which she saw a pair of emerald orbs staring back at her through the ceramic's eye slits. It was like he was waiting for her full attention before he began to play. Rebecca silently, without her gaze wavering, sat down on the same stool that the Angel of Music was on. And when she did, he began to play.

The music was haunting and dangerously beautiful. The mellifluous sound resonated throughout the cavern as the Angel powerfully pounded on the keys, his eyes falling shut and his head rocking, swaying, and living the sounds of the organ. The Angel's soul was thrust into the musical instrument and then transformed, as if by magic, into notes that conveyed such intense and glorious emotions. But, while the music itself was beautiful, its roots were dark and sinister. The tale was of woe and sadness, only adding to the unique qualities of the piece.

It was then that Rebecca realized that the Angel did not have any compositions in front of him. He was playing from how he felt, and his experience only helped his express how distorted, lonely, and how much despair he felt. The song was chilling, but why was it so... horrible?

The melody finally came to a halting finish as the Angel slammed his hands furiously down on the keys, the sound coming out completely distorted and wretched. The man began to weep, his head falling into his hands, his shoulder wracking and his sobs uncontrollable.

What had he just faced? What did he see in the depths of his mind?

Why was he so misunderstood?

Rebecca reached out to touch his shoulder but he shivered away from her. His head slowly crooned upwards as he cried,"Why?"

What a pitiful creature... What a sad, distorted man who knew nothing of joy and happiness. Rebecca felt a lump form in her chest, her heart pounding. Her brown eyes watered as she watched him weep. She wanted to understand him, to help him. She almost felt like she was intruding on someone's private life by listening to such sad music. But then again, he was showing her this. The Angel of Music wanted her to see who he was.

Rebecca frowned, her hands careful as she reached forward to touch the mask. Her palm fell onto the cheek of the black ceramic. The Angel sighed into her touch, his gloved hand coming up to hold her hand against him. Rebecca couldn't help but want to be closer. She wanted to help him. She wanted to show him that he could be wanted, and that he was no longer alone.

He was so endlessly miserable.

Hesitantly, so hesitantly, Rebecca reached out her other hand to touch the rim of the man's mask. Her eyes flickered up to meet his. He watched her, but did not move. The two observed each other for the longest time, as if checking to make sure that this would be alright. Slowly, carefully, her fingers lifted up the black mask that covered the Angel's face.

And when Rebecca removed the mask, it slipped from her hand. The ceramic shattered on the cavern floor; the tear fell from Rebecca's eye.

The face was horrible.

It was malformed, in the sense that the pale skin was pasty, almost gray. His cheeks were sunken in and his cheek bones were protruding out of his face. His eyes almost receded into his skull, surrounded by dark circles that elongated his face. His raven hair was shagged, oily, long, and dirty. But his eyes, his emerald eyes were glassy and filled with terror.

She was looking at his face. She saw the monster and never before had the Angel shown his true self. Rebecca reached her hand forward to run her fingers cross the bones in his face, an on contact, the Angel flinched. She could tell his body seized, his heart beat racing... Water dripped down his face, but he said nothing. He was trembling under her touch but he did not move as her eyes swept over him.

And then the face was not horrible. He was not ugly. He was different and scared. He was unconventional, but his deformity was not what made his feared. It was his actions, his soul, his past. Rebecca's hand lightly brushed over the bones in his face, her body only begging to help him.

"You're beautiful," Rebecca whispered softly, filled of compassion and honesty.

Each part of his face told a different story. He wore a mask to hide who he was, his past, and now Rebecca saw all of it. She saw the Angel's tragic life, his unparalleled solitude and his endless desire to be understood. And he was beautiful because of it.

Her thumb ran across his skin, her lips parting. Her heart felt something, and his story was pulling at her pounding vessel that was practically bursting through her ribcage. Rebecca's eyes searched his emerald hues that were now wet with tears and fear. That was probably the first time he had ever heard those words directed at him. Beautiful.

Rebecca found herself unable to control herself as her heart fluttered wildly within her chest. He was... handsome. That was no lie. Rebecca's eyes momentarily fell on his lips, before flickering back up to his face. It wasn't long before the distance between their faces grew smaller. Rebecca was hesitant at first, knowing the contact for him would be overwhelming, but she knew she wanted to do this. She wanted to be the one to give the Angel of Music happiness. Her eyes stared deeply and longingly into his, showing how she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to touch him... she wanted this moment to be forever theirs.

And that is when her pink lips lightly pressed against his. The touch was soft, comforting. It was telling the Angel that Rebecca was here for him, that she wanted to share his woes and sadness... The man brought his shaking hand up to lightly touch her smooth features. He still trembled as he traced her cheek, to her neck, to her hair. And he didn't realize that as he did this, he began to kiss her back.

Rebecca smiled against his lips, leading him with her mouth. Her kisses were soft, sweet, and filled of hidden desire. His were unsure, curious, and slightly childish. Therefore, when the two began to pull away, and their eyes fluttered open, they only knew that there was so much more to do. They had so much more to say and they had so much more to give. They had so much more sweet, beautiful music to make.

The room became something more than just a dark, damp cavern as Rebecca stood up. Her hands took the Phantom's, her eyes showing everything but disgust and hatred. A small smile painted her cheeks as the Phantom stumbled to stand up straight. Her fingers interwove with his, leading him up the stone pathway and to a large red curtain. Carefully, she pulled a golden tassel dangling beside the curtain and it slid open. Inside, was a large bed, obelisk in color and shaped like a swan. The bed was circular, and the swan's head was in front by the foot of the bed. The wings then spread backwards, creating the sides, and the headboard was the swan's tail. The soft, velvet sheets covering the bed were a rich red.

Rebecca led the Phantom into this room, casting a glance back to him to see his eyes plastered onto her face. He looked so terrified of her, his strong persona lost in the midst of his fear as he was now just a man. He was not a powerful Phantom- he lost his shield that was his mask. Rebecca let his hand go, only for her to glide her hands up his arms and to his shoulders. Slowly, her hands removed his outer jacket, letting the fabric drop to the floor. Her eyes watched him carefully as she then brought his hands to her chest, and then her shoulders, and helped his hands guide the silken robe off her body. Underneath the robe was a white corset that pushed up her breasts, lacy white underwear, and white stockings.

She was going to help him. Rebecca then took both his hands and led him over the bed and carefully laid him down. Her body leaned over him as crawled on top of him, hovering over his skeletal form. Her hand came up to cup his face as she brought her lips to meet his. Slowly, her mouth captured the Phantom's and let her tongue massage his mouth. His tongue met her halfway, hesitant, of course, but nonetheless excited to feel something.

The two began to kiss more passionately, Rebecca's body lowering to press up against the Phantom. Her hips began to slowly grind against his, and she felt his body instantly react to the foreign and inciting touch. The Phantom's body trembled beneath her, and Rebecca could only pull away. Her eyes stared deeply into his, her voice soft as she coaxed,"I want you to touch me."

The Phantom's hand shook as he placed then on her waist. Rebecca nuzzled against his cheek, by his ear, whispering,"I want you to touch me where you want to touch me." Her voice was low, almost like a growl as she found the Phantom's hands trail upwards to her stomach, and then, her chest. Rebecca gasped into his ear encouragingly, her breasts spilling out of the top of the corset. His hands began to fumble with the strings, and Rebecca gladly aided him in removing the binding garment.

The white restrictive material was tossed off the bed, and the Phantom's breath caught in his throat. His hands were almost afraid to touch such silken skin, but after a moment, his coarse hands ran across the moonlight body. Rebecca found herself in a daze as she suddenly found herself underneath the Phantom, the roles reversing. Rebecca found her breath hitched in her throat as the Phantom slowly learned how touching Rebecca was alright. His fingers began to massage Rebecca's soft mounds, his eyes wide with amazement and disbelief of the beautiful blushing angel below him.

Rebecca encouragingly let a soft gasp escape her lips as tightly gripped the velvet comforter underneath her. She found the Phantom marvel her breasts in wonder, and she knew it was probably the first time he ever saw this part of the female body.

The Phantom spent much time exploring the wondrous breasts that remained in his hands perfectly. But then, his bright emerald eyes looked upon the beauty beneath him. He saw Rebecca with reddened cheeks, parted lips, and a chest that was continuously rising and falling with each of her deep breaths. And with that, the Phantom leaned forward and kissed her rosemary lips. Rebecca was taken away by the passion the Phantom was conveying in this kiss, as if he knew what he wanted now. His hand came up to run along her jawbone and the other ran small circles on her lower waist.

Rebecca moaned against his lips, feeling her body slightly tremble as his touch began to send chills down her back. The man before her was started to get the hang of whatever moment the two were sharing. His strokes were becoming rougher, deeper, less hesitant and less afraid. He began to focus on areas that sent Rebecca moaning more, such as when he momentarily suckled her neck and her eyes widened in shock.

Her hands reached up and gripped the fabric of his shirt, the material crinkling in her tight grip as her lips released a deep moan. The Phantom's tongue swirled and dominated the soft, silken skin on her neck, and then planted hollow kisses as the base of her throat. Rebecca found her lips fighting to remain closed, as if she were trying to keep her body under control from whatever this mad man was making her feel.

It was reality breaking all around her as his lips began to travel south, relishing in her valley before his teeth began to bite and suck one of her breasts. Rebecca's head turned to the side, her knees rising and twisting around each other as her hand knotted into the Phantom's thick raven hair. Her chest was heaving for air because every suckle and lick sent her body into a whirlwind of sensations.

The Phantom had latched his mouth to her breast, and then, began to do something Rebecca would never have expected. The Phantom's fingers began to walk downwards towards her navel, softly and easily making his way underneath her laced panties, and started to carefully rub her sex.

Rebecca's breath hitched in her throat as she felt him rub her, caress her, stroke her, and mostly, pleasure her. Her teeth gritted as she sucked in a suck breath of air, his fingers magically sweeping over the small nub in circles. Her heart began to pound like a rock in her chest, thumping continuously louder and more prominent. The blood began to race through her veins, distributing the small fires that the Phantom was setting ablaze with his passionate kisses and somehow expert, hand-manship down below.

His fingers were filled of such strength and dexterity after years of playing the organ, and now she knew how he could simply play her. The Phantom was plucking at her strings, massaging her clitoris and receiving a harmonious, beautiful sound escaping from Rebecca's lips. Her head tilted backwards, the brown curls sprawled around her head as her eyes fell shut.

Rebecca's hand reached up above her head to grip the sheets tightly, the other remaining encouragingly on the Phantom's scalp. The Phantom the tilted his head up to capture her lips once more, his body pressing up against hers as he continued to work down below.

Her lips found it hard to fully kiss his back, because she kept turning her head to gasp for air. When this happened, the Phantom was content with running his tongue along her neck while still rubbing her down below. The Phantom was pretty tall and in comparison to Rebecca, he had no trouble reaching down below to continuously distribute the unreal sensations pulsing through her veins.

And then, the Phantom thrust a finger deep inside Rebecca's warmth, earning a gasp of surprise from Rebecca. Phantom looked pleased by this as his mouth met her mouth in a kiss, his tongue sweeping out to greet hers as his finger began to push in and out, curling inside of her to stroke that special spot.

Rebecca felt her hips buckle to the sensation burning down below as he moved within her, his hands constantly driving into her with a force that sent her eyes rolling back into her head. Her body felt pressure building below, a fire, as his thumb continually stroked her while the fingers thrust within her core.

"Oh god," Rebecca gasped against his mouth, her hands gripping the sheets. The Phantom had such a new sort of dominance to his stride, and his erection began to press up through his pants against her leg. Rebecca wanted to please him as well, and she was ready to take over, but the Phantom kept her in place.

His hand massaged her breasts, his other hand was sending her core into another world of pleasure, and his mouth captured hers with such vigor and ferocity. How was he so good at this? How was this talent locked away for endless years?

Rebecca felt the pressure building up within her as he began to use more fingers inside of her. The feeling in him stretching her, caressing her inside in that small love spot, sent every part of her into an array of trembling wonder. Her legs could no longer remain still and her body shook with pleasure.

"Wait," Rebecca moaned, her chest heaving for air as begged,"Please tell me your name."

The Phantom continued his ministrations, never ending the powerful thrusts of his fingers nor the coaxing strokes of his thumb on that small nub. "You want to know my name," he murmured against her skin in his velvet voice, his teeth gently biting her neck before lathering it with his tongue.

"Yes," she breathed, her eyes gazing up into the Phantom's beautiful emerald crystals. Her vision was becoming slightly blurred due to the immense amount of pleasure shooting through her limbs.

The Phantom grinned wickedly, his lips capturing hers once more as the burning began to increase. Rebecca's body was trembling in anticipation when she felt the Phantom's mouth move to her ear. As he did this, her body began to feel the beginnings of her climax. But, moments before the explosion hit, she felt the Phantom gently bite her ear as his whispered,"My name is Loki."

"Loki?" Rebecca moaned with surprise, shock, and disbelief. Yet, she didn't have much time to think about it before Loki's talented fingers plunging and probing, rubbing and burning in her warmth brought her to feeling.

Rebecca's moans and gasps suddenly became frequent and loud and her body began to erupt in the ecstatic sensation of her orgasm. The fire tore through her system, igniting every bit of flesh on her skin as her body trembled in delight. Her heart beat was pounding violently within her chest, her hands gripping the sheets below her as her body jolted upwards.


Her body shot upwards.

Rebecca found her heart beating wildly in her chest, the room around her hardly in focus. Her vision was drifting, unable to remain still and continuously swished around like water in an ocean. Nothing was clear to her but the feelings shooting through her body. Her blood was racing through her veins unlike anything else, her breath still ragged and unable to find a steady pace.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief and shock, her body practically unable to remain on the living room couch where she found herself. Every bone in Rebecca's body continuously vibrated, humming a soft buzz that echoed in her ears and infiltrated her senses. Her hand came up to rest on her chest, continually rising and falling in full motion.

That dream was beyond the point of realistic. Every stroke, every touch, every sweet kiss lingered and remained past boundary of sleep to reality. Rebecca shivered, her eyes wide. Her entire being was reacting to a simple fantasy of the mind... The Phantom. The Phantom was a distorted version of Loki, and she couldn't recognize the face in her dream. The Phantom's saddened expression and bright emerald eyes did not register in her mind as Loki, but her body automatically felt an attachment to the creature.

Rebecca wanted to give something to the Phantom, she wanted to help him with so much of her being that she had none left to give and it was Loki. It was Loki her conscious desperately sought out to aid in the darkness.

"Ah, I see you've awoken."

The girl knew he'd be behind her. He always was- waiting, watching. Ever so hesitantly, Rebecca turned around to see the man in her care, only to believe that her care was something of the past.

Loki, the God of Mischief stood before her in the open doorway, covered in thick black armor that reached from his head to toes. Green fabric twisted around parts of his torso and arms, creating embellishments on different parts of his body. Golden cufflinks were strapped to his wrists, and around his stomach were several black straps that reached across his body. His eye were sparkling with that mischievous intent, and his skin was smooth as his hair was perfectly flipped. His hands were locked behind his back, his gaze resting on hers.

Rebecca jumped, the hair on her skin leaping with her as her body jolted at the sight. He frightened her by his sudden appearance, and Loki appeared rather amused to see her frazzled. Rebecca, for a moment, felt her body heat up at the sight of him.

"You scared me!" Rebecca gasped from the couch. Loki seemed to grin when he replied,"You looked startled even before I spoke."

"You were watching me?"

"Merely observing."

Rebecca felt her jaw drop as the lightest of blushes painted her cheeks. What if he watched her while she was asleep? Did she... make any actions to signify what she was dreaming about? "That's odd," Rebecca stated bluntly with the smallest of pouts.

Loki chortled,"Your random night cycle is what is truly fascinating. I believe you slept without understanding the fact that you were drifting into slumber." His body moved closer to her, his feet lightly clanking on the hardwood floors.

Rebecca's eyebrows narrowed, before she understood the meaning of his complex choice of words. When did she fall asleep? She didn't remember laying down on the couch, nor did she distinctively believe she was to be going to bed.

"That's very unlike me."

"Quite."

There was a pause.

"What time is it?" She asked curiously.

"Betwixt the hours of 1 and 2 in the morning," Loki easily responded, walking further into the living room and finding a single-person chair a few feet away from Rebecca's couch. He plainly sat down, outspreading his knees and leaning backwards into the seat.

Rebecca's eyes fell on his smooth exterior, his confident stride and his ever so poignant personality that radiated off his flesh. He was no Phantom. The Editor could feel a tinge of anger boil within her, but then, she heard him ask,"Is this your living quarters during my stay?"

The odd question threw Rebecca off a bit. She sat back into the couch, before she slowly nodded her head,"Yeah, this is it."

She wasn't sure what Loki's intention was in asking that question, but his face was still collected as he nodded,"I see."

Rebecca pressed her lips into a hard line, awkwardly shifting in her seat as she pulled up her blanket to her body. She tightened the comforter around her lap, her face imperfect and without her flawless makeup routine. She was raw. Basic. Clean. Real.

Her tired eyes gazed up to Loki as she calmly asked,"What happened to Damion?"

Loki tilted his head,"Excuse me?"

Right. Loki didn't know of the monster as Damion. Damion wasn't actually Damion. Rebecca then corrected,"Or the giant purple monster. What was that?"

The room became silent. Rebecca waited patiently for Loki's response, her eyes glued to his stoic expression. His charismatic face slowly became pale, his body stiffed. It was clear that the question was bothering him.

"Do you really wish to know?" Loki hissed, as if he needed to confirm the fact that she wanted this knowledge. Rebecca nodded her head, feeling her heart beat a bit to loud.

Loki sighed, his hands clasping one another on the arm rest. A weak smirk came to his face as he answered,"The creature was a retriever for death."


It was a extremely long day, filled of speculation and worry. The team was at a loss here, and all of their conversations either concerned Loki, Rebecca, or the purple giant. All three were missing, and Thor was trying his best to cover up their traces with his honest name. Truthfully, if the Avengers discovered just how much he was lying, they would call him treasonous.

Thor was hiding Rebecca's secret, Celia's secret, the location of Loki, the reality of the situation with the lavender creature, as well as the fact that Thor released his brother from custody.

Yet for some reason, when it came to honoring his ancient friendship and modern-day promise to Rebecca, it seemed almost easy to do it. Thor feared nothing, but he did wish to keep the respect of the friends he so valiantly fought behind. That was probably the hardest of parts.

Thor was in the central room, by himself, sitting at the large table while everyone was off doing some of their own tasks. Thor's only job was to find Loki, and he pretty much knew where he was. Thor's back was hunched over in his seat, his blue eyes staring ahead as he rested his head on his hands. A small sigh escaped his lips as he brought his head down. And then, he heard the sound of an approaching figure. Thor turned his cheek to face the new presence.

"Doctor Banner," Thor said aloud, watching Bruce slowly enter the room. Bruce's hands were in his pants, his shirt a soft maroon button down. His face appeared tired, and his body language also relayed that information. That, in itself, was dangerous.

"Thor," Bruce said softly in contrast to his cold gaze,"Come with me."

Thor's expression became instantly guarded, translating the tone of Bruce as almost to be threatening. The thunder god watched Bruce momentarily, before consenting to join him. Thor stood up from his seat, his body language now too, stiff, and warily followed the humanized monster to their location.

They walked in silence to the study-lab, and upon entrance, Bruce locked the door behind the two of them. The clicking sound as the white glass panel sealing shut made Thor turn. Thor felt the air in the room drastically change, turning hostile within seconds upon stepping into the room. Bruce was up to something. The room was the same room that Tony and Bruce would work in together, a private lab with a giant window that faced the outside garage for planes.

"What is the meaning of this?" Thor perked, his tone filled of confusion with a slight hint of ferocity to it.

Bruce simply held up a finger,"Not yet."

The man walked over to the monitor, clicking a few buttons, before the security in the room beeped off.

"Tony taught me that trick," Bruce said aloud. He too, had turned off all outside eyes and eats from listening. Thor agreed,"And I as well. But why is such measures needed for this conversation?"

Bruce's face was unwavering, emotionless for him. He simply said,"You've been a good liar."

His first reaction was to throw a punch. Thor was angry, but he knew as well what that would result in. Thor wildly retorted as his fingers distinctively balled into fists,"How dare you-"

Bruce held up his hand,"Please, we don't need to resort to that."

"Then why do you call me here in such a manner so unlike you?" Thor's voice was raised, angered.

"Because," Bruce began, walking over to a white counter,"I found three distinctive blood types at the resturant sight."

As he said this, his eyes made a hard contact with Thor. Thor could feel, if even for a moment, his heart pound wildly,"What of it?"

Bruce pursed his lips,"Well, one was clearly the lavender creature. One was Rebecca, and one, was unlike the other two. It wasn't Asgardian, but, the blood itself curdled and froze in itself. The blood could induce ice-like qualities in anything it touched."

Thor wanted to smash all of Bruce's evidence right now. He wanted to shatter the different liquids and spew them across the floor. They were showing something. They showed Loki's DNA. Loki had escaped to the sight.

"Which brought me to the idea that it is of frost giant blood, the one that you advised us on. But also, when connecting some dots, such as 'adoption' and the reasoning of your brother's acclaimed first rebellion, I can only attest the blood is Loki's," Bruce explained, his eyes glinting. It was like he knew the answers already.

"But, why would Loki be at this battle? If he escaped, why would be go to Rebecca's kidnapping. Either he helped in her kidnapping... Or he protected her," Bruce spoke, his body moving around the table to lean on the outside of it. His hands crossed one another as his eyes examined the god's expression.

Thor watched Bruce with such anger in his gaze. How was Bruce figuring this out? Why did Bruce even care? Why would anyone put in this much effort for Rebecca?

"But that's besides the point, because I finally finished diagnosis Rebecca's blood too," Banner spoke, his words careful and exact,"and I find it hard to believe she is still human."

Thor tilted his head, for this was news to him. Rebecca didn't have the blood of the human race? His face, for a second, dropped in reaction, before it tightened again. Bruce had figured something else out that was even unknown to Thor.

"Continue," Thor demanded, his gaze unwavering.

"You see," Bruce began, walking over to another monitor and raised his hand. His fingers skimmed across the screen, brushing the glass-like material. Then, two images popped up, each showing similar characteristics, but with drastic differences. The red and purple strands, marked as human, was basic. The DNA twisted upwards in a spiral with an array of ladder-like structures. The image next to it, labeled Rebecca, differed. It was fully white, with golden specs in almost like a chain-link fashion. It was extremely different, but still twisted in the same way as the human DNA.

"Rebecca's follows a human pattern, but the strands itself are anything but human. Now, I checked her blood records before anything happened with Loki, and her blood was as normal as any human. But after, looking at blood samples now," Banner said aloud, tapping the screen again,"We can see a clear transition between Rebecca moments after meeting Loki to now."

The image showed three separate images of DNA. One, was labeled 'Day After, 1st Exposure.' The next, was '2nd Exposure.' And the third, was '3rd Exposure.' Bruce stated, pointing to the images,"I've taken Rebecca's blood three times. After the first attack, before she returned to work, and from the battle field. If you see the images, going from the first exposure to now, you can tell that her DNA is rapidly changing from regular human DNA into this white formation..."

Thor watched the images carefully, his eyes remaining glued to the screen as he began to ponder. What did this mean? It was new information to him that Rebecca's physical structure had begun to shift since the meeting with Loki. Loki was causing Rebecca to become a new person, in a way. "Then why does she not look any different?"

Bruce gave Thor a hard look,"What alien race looks exactly like a human?"

The Norse god kept a steady gaze on the doctor. His mind thought momentarily, his brain thinking of all the possibilities, before his head tilted away from Bruce in disbelief. "You believe she is becoming of Asgardian blood?"

Bruce shook his head,"No, I don't think that. But she should be gaining special abilities. She should, in a way, become strong enough to become a Avenger or at least train to be one."

Thor was silent.

"Unless," Bruce said aloud, his eyes carefully resting on Thor's face,"Unless she already had abilities. Secret abilities."

Another pause of silence. Thor's shocked face dropped, his new expression showing a bit of that anger he had before. How did Bruce figure this out? Thor was aware of Bruce's large intelligent mind, and, he knew that Bruce had a connection with Rebecca since he saw them together a few times before. But, why would Bruce care so much about Rebecca's well being? Had someone cared about Rebecca too- Did Bruce wish to protect her?

"What is it of which you speak," Thor questioned, his gaze steady.

Bruce pursed his lips, clasping his hands together as he simply answered,"Rebecca can use Ancient Magic, can't she."


Loki was watched Rebecca's body tensing at Loki's distinctive choice of words. A retriever for death. The girl licked her lips, her gaze falling to the floor as she gripped the blanket on her lap. The fabric crinkled as Rebecca squeezed, as if she was throwing all of her emotions into a single, inanimate object.

"Why?" Rebecca asked softly, her face devoid of any distinguishable emotion.

Loki simply shook his head,"I do not know the reasoning behind the attack."

It was a question that was continuously on Loki's mind since the attack itself. Why would He Who Brings Death come after Rebecca? Was it for her ancient magic? Was it for her resemblance to Celia? Loki almost frowned at the thought. What if Rebecca would face innumerable deaths because of Celia? Rebecca nor Celia deserved such pain, but still, why would something over 1000 years ago effect someone today? In truth, Loki saw no other reasoning for Rebecca's capture besides her ability to use ancient magic, and not simply because of a deceased soul who managed to share a similar appearance.

"I see," Rebecca spoke.

"But, I can assure you that you will be a target," Loki told her, his eyes studying her saddened face,"If He Who Brings Death did not retreive you the first time, he will make sure he gets you the second."

Rebecca snorted,"Well thanks for the confidence."

Her attitude became slightly more sour, and Loki could instantly tell. Rebecca had been so kind, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she regressed into that crude child again. Loki shook his head, grinning,"Think none of it."

The girl raised her gaze to interlock with his. And in this moment, Loki couldn't breath. He couldn't say anything as her eyes began to speak to him. She was silently asking him what her mouth was afraid to utter. Rebecca's expression was filled with concern, for she was truly at a loss here for what to think, say, or do.

"Am I going to die?" Rebecca asked quietly. Her face dropped, revealing the endless sadness pooling within her.

Loki sighed, finally feeling the air returning to his lungs. And Loki could only respond in the same tone,"I do not wish that."

The last thing the Norse god wanted from Rebecca was her death. At one point in his life, yes, he might have wished the cruelest, disgusting, and horrid death upon the girl, but not because of hatred. It was because of how she looked like Celia. But now? Loki found it hard to believe the two had any sort of connection. They were so completely different in every way. Celia was kind, gentle, caring, loving. She felt everything another felt and more, and if she could, she'd fix any wrong situation. Rebecca wasn't like that. She was strong, brave, passionate, and filled with determination. Rebecca felt for others emotions, but she took care of herself and made sure she was independent of all others.

And most importantly, Rebecca was bluntly honest. She spoke when she felt something needed to be said- she didn't sugar-coat the obvious situation. Even as she spoke,"I think I will die." Her expression was so endlessly filled of despair. Loki hated to admit it, but if Death was on Rebecca's trail, then maybe she would face her end.

"It would not be as simple as that," Loki responded, his voice a bit calmer and filled with more empathy. Rebecca waited for him to continue patiently from the couch. Loki thought for a moment, before he said,"Maybe employing an Avenger to take care of you and to train your abilities would suit you well. Perhaps you may take a self-defense course, or learn physical combat. You should take on a task to make you less vulnerable."

His emerald orbs stayed on her, only to see her head slowly nod. Good. She liked that idea. Maybe then she'd be able to fight off another retriever if Death decided to send one. And then, her face was filled with confusion as she carefully chose her words"I must've been asleep for hours... You could've just left if you were feeling well enough. I wouldn't have mind."

Loki almost grinned. Rebecca was being all curious as to why Loki had stayed until she woke up. In his own sick mind, leaving while she slept would be a cruel as leaving after sex. Loki; however, didn't really wish to go. Outside of the apartment, he was convict. Here, he was a person under the care of someone with a truly brave heart. But of course, he would leave her. He would leave her and would hope that Thor would retrieve her.

It was then that Loki realized something. All of his thoughts were centered around this small Midgardian's well being. Loki was... caring for her safety and well being. And, in a way, he did enjoy her company more than most. When he was around others, he was the villain. But with Rebecca? It was different. He could sit in a chair and have a conversation with her without handcuffs or being silenced. Loki liked this setting.

Loki swallowed, his eyes shifting away from the girl for a moment as he thought of how to actually answer her demeaning question.

But, that wasn't a good enough answer for Rebecca. He needed something to keep him there. And there was something that Loki still had unfinished business to do with Rebecca.

"We never watched the film," Loki responded, a small grin forming on his lips. He saw Rebecca's face change a bit, looking more like she was shocked to hear his voice.

"You want to still watch the movie?"

"Why," Loki chortled,"You would not hold up the end of our bargain?"

Rebecca watched his face. Loki felt her eyes burning into his skull as she suddenly grinned,"You could've been halfway around the world by now, and you stayed to watch a movie?"

Loki could only find himself smirking wildly,"I never leave empty-handed."


And honestly though, I can't thank any of you enough for everything. You've been so amazing all through my story with your continuous comments, messages, and contacts. I can't believe that it has grown to be this large, and I'm in shock that you are all so encouraging.

SO. I figured I'll give you my tumblr. Why not, right? I mean, you guys basically make me endlessly happy. You should get to know me, talk to me, ask my questions in a way that I can respond right away.

It is: itsjustwhoweare

I'm sure you can fill in the rest- I can't post the url in this file for some reason.

It's pretty personal- I'll write stuff about me and sometimes will post a picture. But, I feel like you guys would find my anyways... Some of you already have. Feel free to contact me on there and say hello! And to be honest, a handful of you have already found me. I don't know how to managed to do that, but you did and you are ALWAYS my favorite people to talk to.

I also started finishing up the plotting of this story. I'm dying, just a bit. The plot to this fic goes absolutely insane by the end. I'm telling you right now that it is something you'll never guess. I can't even believe my own mind at this point for this sort of fuckery.

The dream in the beginning? I hope that also eased your smux-y needs for now.

ANYWAYS. Please review or comment below and make my day that much brighter :D