CHAPTER 6

I've lived with the avengers for about a week now. I got to know everyone better, i went to a new private school, where i was actually quiet popular. I think being the avenger's child kind of helped that. Luckily the avenger accepted me quiet well. I've also fitted in quiet well with them. Nat's teaching me self defense skills which Steve and Pepper says i'm too young for. Clint's also teaching me archery when he's here. He's not here often since he's with his wife and children most of the time he has free. Tony Stark's well...being Tony Stark. Thor pops in every now and then. He loves telling stories about him and Loki when they were small. Fury's visited once after the day i arrived. Basically everything's working out fine, and yes, i'm still sad about my parents but everyone's so nice and supportive and everything, it just makes everything so much better. I just feel so happy.

Anyways back to now, i'm being picked up from school. John's already there, as always. He had been assigned to me as my personal driver, although he's more like a friend to me than a driver.

"so how was school?" he asked as i got into the limo.

"it was great actually. Finally i'm learning things that i actually don't know. I'm glad that the headmistress let me join the year 11 class instead of with the year 9s." i replied cheerfully. "how are you?"

"oh same old same old." he said with a light-hearted laugh. "how's that boy that you have a crush on?"

"really John? Since when did you start following up on the latest gossip?"

"well since you became the most popular kid in the year. It's not that hard to realize that you're the IT girl of the school. C'mon, what's the beef between the two of you?"

"err...nothing..." i said, turning as red as a tomato.

"you're lying and...ooh you're blushing!" he said, glancing in the mirror. And not long afterwards we had arrived at the avengers tower. I got escorted to my level by my security guard. They know very well that being hurt would've been the last thing that would ever happen to me. Yes they loved me but they still were scared. "necessary precautions", said Tony. More like spying on me. Afterall, i was Loki's daughter and everything blah blah blah.

I got to my room and sat down in front of my 3 large computer screens that was shaped in like a semi-circle. My room was plain and everything was white. I didn't change anything from the original guest room it was except adding 2 more computers to my room and a couple of plants here and there. I liked it plain and pure white like that. It was simple, and sometimes simplicity can be beautiful. But the main reason i kept it there was to remind myself that i wasn't there to stay. I'd have loved to stay there, but i couldn't. once I'd found my dad, i would leave and hopefully go back to asgard, where i truly belong in. If Thor didn't marry and have children, that would make me legally the next queen. Taking me back and making me queen would be their only choice. It doesn't matter to me if Loki becomes king or Thor becomes king, cos as long as Thor doesn't have children, i would be the next queen. I would make sure that happens, even if it includes killing Jane Foster.

I checked all my social media apps. They were all about the Christina's birthday party yesterday. Christina was my best friend. Super pretty and sporty. Not to mention her obsession with cats. She's got like...20 cats. i'm pretty sure that's not okay.

It was my 14th birthday a couple of weeks later. I hope the avenger's haven't forgotten that. they'd better remember it i thought. Maybe i should 'accidentally' bring it up at dinner tonight? I carried on doing my homework. I intended on going to Yale or Massachusette's institute of technology and study astrophysics or criminology. But i don't think Tony's exactly fond of the last option, though. But then again, he doesn't exactly have a say in this, afterall it's my future.

Before long dinner time was there and Jarvis came up to get me. It was Clint's turn to make dinner tonight. Have to say he's actually not such a bad cook. Natasha's the best, of course, then it's Clint then it's Steve who's ehh...he doesn't even try it anymore, he just orders takeout every time it's his turn. Then it's Bruce who's not too bad, just about edible. And in the last place, it just had to be Tony Stark. Oh my god, him cooking has become my literal recurring nightmare. He burnt half the kitchen last time he tried cooking! He's been disqualified from cooking by Nat ever since that incident.

"hey guys" i said, walking into the room. "How's your day? I heard you guys went to SHIELD today again? Wassup?" i asked, taking my seat in the table, which was between Nat and Tony.

"let me guess...you probably 'heard' that by hacking into Jarvis?" said Bruce.

"good guess! Hey guys you should be proud of me, i mean, it's supposed to be super safe and un-hackable right? Have to say there were a few obvious flaws." i said, smiling. I started cutting into the pork. "nice job Clint," i said "although it is a bit burnt. Anyways, what did Fury call you guys all in for?"

"SHIELD's dissolved." replied Tony in a a-matter-of-fact tone.

"wait what? Whaaa...why tho? I thought they were getting on quiet nicely?"

"clearly they didn't." replied Steve. Well someone's not in a great mood today. We all ate our dinner in silence. I even forgot to remind everybody about my birthday.

hey guys, it's me again. thanks for reading! also TylaHolmes helped me out with this massive long chapter so go check her out! she's also an awesome fanfiction writer q(≧▽≦q)

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