CHAPTER 11

He stood up and walked towards to the glass. He tried to cover up the happiness and excitement he was experiencing, but it was useless. In the end he just gave up trying.

"You're Anastasia?" he asked finally.

"i sure am." I smiled. So did he. I couldn't believe it, I was meeting my dad. I'm sure he can't believe this either.

"W-what are you doing here? How did you get here anyways? Didn't they notice?" worry was creeping up on his face.

"Don't worry, They're kind of... dead. So is Odin." i smirked and looked at him. Like I predicted, he looked proud of me. "And I'm here to save your ass from prison. Any ideas on how i can get you out?"

"Not re- wait is that Thor's hammer?" he looked at me confusedly. His eyes moved across "And is that the...the Chitauri Scepter?"

"Yes it is."

"How can you pick up the hammer?"

"I don't know, I was with the avengers one day and i just picked it up. I don't know why but yeah, it's crazy. I wouldn't have thought i was anywhere near being worthy to pick this up." i said, tossing it in the air, like the way Thor used to do it. Then i looked at the glass and the hammer. "Wait...I'm just gonna see..." I lifted the hammer up and smashed it down again and again on the glass. The floor trembled and the ground shook, but the glass was still barely scratched. "well seems like they made this Thor proof. Plan B then." I put my hands on the glass. Apparently glasses will break when it's extremely cold. The glass started quickly to frost and crystallized around my hand. Colder and colder the temperature went. Before long the whole glass was covered in ice and cracks were finally appearing in the glass. I put as much willpower into it as I could, and finally the glass shattered into pieces and flew onto the floor. Suddenly a piece of memory filled back into my head, along with a deafening high pitched screech. I screamed and clutched my head. It was as if i was at the scene of the memory, the blinding light shining into my eyes. I was just about able to make out the shape of a man standing near my...bed? I looked at myself. I was an infant. So...did this happen when i was a child? I looked at the man again. This time i was able to see who it was. It was Odin. He's talking to someone, but the light won't let me who it is. I heard a woman's voice crying and pleading.

"Please, please don't send her away...I'm begging you" Odin snapped his hand away from the woman's clutch and walked towards me.

"This child has to be sent away. She will become a danger to Asgard." He turned to me and looked me in the eyes. "She'll break everything she touch."

Then there was more crying and talking and a bit of yelling too, but I couldn't exactly figure out what they were talking about. I felt as if I was fading away, further and further away from the memory. The words 'you break everything you touch' accompanied me through the dark. Repeating again and again, as if there was something important about it.

"...Ana! Ana! Anastasia!" I heard someone yelling my name in the dark and shaking me.

"Wh-what?" I muttered as i tried to figure out what was going on. I opened a crack in my eye. There was also an extremely bright light. Well compared to the pitch black place I just woke up from, it is pretty bright.

"Thank god! You're alive!" I looked at the voice. It was Loki. Or dad, as I should call him now. Although it feels weird calling him dad, though. It still felt as if that Tony was still my dad. But there was a huge possibility of him being dead already.

"Yeah, yeah, I am." I realized that i was lying on the floor, among the shattered pieces of glass. I tried to get up but with my head hurting so badly, it was pointless.

"Here." He said, helping me get up. "What happened? You sort of passed out."

"I don't really know...It was like this memory thing...I don't know..."

"Well we need to get going."

"Yeah you're right." I replied, hurling myself up with the help of Loki.

BACK ON EARTH 3RD P.O.V

The hospital was filled with patience and doctors and worried relatives. People rushed past each other. In the reception was a TV, showing the headlines. 'Avengers in coma after attack at Avenger's tower. Tyla Stark still missing.' images of the ruins of the once glamorous avenger's tower flashed on the screen. Firefighters attempting to stop the flames in parts of the tower. The news reporter carried on talking. "the avenger's tower is currently in ruins from the attacks last night that was presumably carried out by Bruce Banner, who is also a member of the avengers commonly known as Hulk. He is currently denying that he did it although the security footage shows that he did it. He says he was under the control of Tyla Stark, Tony Stark's adoptive daughter. Tyla Stark disappeared last night out of the avenger's tower and is still missing. According to certain resources Tyla Stark is the daughter of Loki Laufeyson, who started the New York incident 13 years ago. Police investigations are still under way..."

Away from the main lobby were the doctors offices. Every now and then nurses would come out calling patience's names, telling them that they're supposed to see the doctor now. On the 4th floor is the intensive care level. Long corridors that barely had a sound, despite of all the press that wanted to come in. Most of the patience were either unconscious or asleep. And in 5 of the rooms were the famous avengers. All of them were still deeply unconscious. The life support machines beeping and keeping them alive. Normal people wouldn't have been able to survive something like that. But they were, afterall, the avengers. Outside the rooms on the corridor were 2 people talking. The chief of the former secret agency SHIELD and the main doctor in charge.

"How are they?"

"It's a miracle that they're still alive. But I'm not sure if they'll make it pass this. It's certain that Mr Tony Stark will have paralysis afterwards. There's also a small possibility that Mr Steve Rogers will suffer from a minor paralysis too."

Inside the one of rooms were Tony Stark, lying there lifelessly like most of the others on this level. Unknown to the others were that all of the avengers were dreaming the exact same dream. Or hallucination, precisely.