okay so far we have found out that Loki and Darcy fell in love but got separated from each other by S.H.I.E.L.D and they have a kid called Emma. Emma and the rest of the Avengers are training to beat Nick Fury and reunited Darcy and Emma.

" Hey!" Said Natasha as she walked into her's and Clint's bedroom.

" I will be at the range today with Emma, I'm going to teach her how to shoot, you coming?" Clint said as he tied his boots.

" Yer sure, I have to polish up my own skills anyway." Said Natasha.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Nat called out.

Emma cautiously walked in, "Is this alright?" she asked gesturing to her outfit. She wore an almost exact copy of what Natasha wore.

"Perfect," Natasha replied.

"I bought my bow too," Emma said holding up her weapon.

"Great! Follow me," Clint said leading her to the shooting range. "You can set your bow down on the table. I want to show you something," he continued walking to the room across the hallway. "We'll get your handprint scanned in soon," he said as he scanned his hand and the door swung open.

Emma's mouth fell open, "Damn," she breathed.

"Yeah I feel like that every time they open this door," another male said startling Emma.

She spun around to find Steve standing in the hallway. He was wearing jeans and a shirt which the sleeves where roled up to his elbows. Emma beamed at him and sprung forward, catching him off guard, wrapping her arms around him, "Steve!" she exclaimed.

Steve chuckled, "Hey kiddo."

Clint couldn't help but smile at the interaction. He was glad that Emma had the same relationship that she, himself and Natasha had with Everyone.

"So what you guys up to on this morning?" Steve asked placing his hands on his hips.

"Steve! When did you get here?" Natasha asked as she came into the room.

"Just a bit ago," Steve replied walking over to Natasha and pulling her into an embrace. "How is everything?" He asked

"Good, everything is good," Natasha replied.

"We were just going to do a little bit of training," Clint finally answered.

"Sounds like fun. Mind if I watch?" Tony asked who appeared in the door way.

"Nah, you know you're not welcome," Clint replied.

Nat smiled, "Hey, don't let him bully you Tony, he just wants what's best for her." Tony smiled taking a seat beside Steve offering him some dried fruit.

Clint motioned for Emma to join him in the room full of weapons.

"Do you guys use all of these?" Emma asked staring at the vast aray of guns.

"At one time no, but they have all been used." Clint said as he picked up a box off of the rack.

He flipped up the latches and opened the top to reveal a recurve bow neatly folded up.

"Do you have a glove and guard?" Clint asked.

Lucy shook her head.

"Oh yeah i forgot that. That's okay, I've got plenty," Clint said turning to a draw and pulling out a glove and guard.

Natasha came in behind them and reached in between to grab a pair of pistols. She slipped the guns into her side pockets and grabbed a box of ammo and couple clips.

"Will you carry this?" Clint asked holding out the folded up target to Emma. "Then go back to the range."

She nodded and exited the room. Tony and Steve followed Emma and took a seat in the room.

"They're good teachers," Steve said his voice echoing slightly.

" Yeah, but she will end up creeping up on us and pranking us at the same time." Tony said putting his legs up on the empty seat beside him.

"Yeah but only to you Tony," laughed Emma as Clint added walked in holding his bow and quivers.

He set his quiver down and slung the bow over his back. He wore his own glove and guard. Natasha came in after and set another pair of pistols down on the table. Emma noticed that these looked different than the others in her pocket.

"So here's the plan. We can do weapons then hand to hand." Natasha said.

"But first I wanna see her shoot Tash," Clint said.

Emma gulped, "With my bow?"

"Yep, just pick a target and shoot," Clint replied nodding down the room.

She slipped on the glove noting how soft the worn leather was. On the other arm she pulled on the guard then picked up her own bow and small quiver.

She stepped up to the X that was marked on the floor. She nocked an arrow and pulled her bow up ready to shoot, searching for a target. She could see her own arm shake, not from tension but from fear. She was afraid of disappointing the four people watching. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. These people wouldn't care whether she missed or not. She opened her eyes, locking on the farthest target and let go.

The arrow whistled through the air and landed with a satisfying thunk in the dead center.

"Your a natural! That was your first time using a bow right?" Clint asked picking Emma up and twirling her in a circle.

"That was amazing," Steve beamed.

Emma felt her face flushed as she smiled at her uncle. She glanced over to Tony, seeing he wore the same proud look.

"Thanks." Emma said shyly, as she walked back over to the X marker again practicing over and over again to perfect her skills.

" Wow, what a long day!" Emma sighed as she leaned against Thor who was watching Total Wipeout.

" I would be able to do this under a minuet!" He boomed while putting his arm around Emma.

" So what did you learn?" Asked Jane who sat on the other side of Thor.

" Actually I didn't learn anything, Clint didn't need to show me how to use a bow 'cause instinct took over and he couldn't teach me anything else." Emma said standing up and stretching her limbs.

" Good to know you didn't need to use those bottles." Added Bruce looking up from his newspaper and nodded at Emma's belt which still had all six bottles unopened.

" Do you doubt me ability, Brucie?" She laughed and he just shock his head, smiling to himself. " I think I will turn in early tonight."

" I will take you to bed," said Jane who unwrapped herself from Thor while Emma kissed both Men on the cheek while saying good night and the pair of them walked to Emma's room which was beside Janes and Thor's Room.

"Night Jane," Lucy said softly. She shuffled down lower into her pillows and closed her eyes. To her surprise sleep came quickly, leaving her only a moment to pray that this night would be calm.

She was walking down a hall - that she recognized as part of the S.H.E.I.L.D from the photos Tony had shown her - She could hear people muttering around her as she walked, her footsteps echoing off the platinum floors.

Finally she made it to the head quarters spotting Nick Fury standing in front of a computer. She ran to him with her taser gloves charged.

"Where is she!," She said tackling him to the floor.

"Who!?" He said trying to sit up but her Asguardian boots wouldn't let him.

" My Mother! The one you locked up because she fell in love!" She screamed as her taser gloves came nearer to his chest.

"Ms Lewis?" He asked.

" Yes!" She seethed, pushing him more to the ground.

"I will tell you where she is if you do as I say" he said calmly awaiting for her reply.

She nodded still holding him to the ground.

" I got I have a task for you," Nick said

Emma let Nick sit up and dust of his clothes and allowed herself to be led away to the roof top. She spotted a figure that had a hood pulled over its head. They stopped a few paces before the figure.

She looked up at Nick questioningly.

He smiled and held out a bow and arrow that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Now child, kill him," Nick said softly.

Terror flooded her eyes as she looked at Him.

"No! I will not kill anyone without a reason," she whimpered.

"Your mother," Nick hissed kneeling down next to her.

"Do you her want to live?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do you believe murders deserve to live?" he continued.

"No," she squeaked her arms beginning to shake.

"This man is a murder. He has killed more than you can count," Fury whispered into her ear.

She gripped the bow tightly.

"Kill him, rid the world of his filth," He ordered nudging her forward. " And you may have your mother!"

She stumbled slightly and shakily raised her bow, aiming for the man's heart.

"Do it now!" Nick spat.

She closed her eyes, letting go of the string. She winced when she heard the sickening thunk of the arrow hitting its target. When she opened her eyes, Fury now stood by the figure with his hand on the hood.

The look in his eye had changed. Now it was cold and frightening.

"Well done," he said his voice causing her to shiver.

He then yanked off the hood and she fell to her knees in horror. Before her lay Loki, her father. Out of nowhere a scream bubbled up from her throat and split the deafening silence

Thor's heart began to race and he trained his ears in on the source of the sound. He paused outside of Emma's door and listened. After a moment there was another moan followed by a choked sob , he didn't hesitate any further.

In a blink of an eye he was next to Emma's bed carefully assessing the situation. He watched as she tossed and turned in her sleep, her face scrunched up in what looked like pain.

"Nooooooo, please stop," she groaned curling her body up into a tight ball.

Thor's hands hovered over her, almost afraid to touch her. After another heart wrenching sob, Thor sat down on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around his niece, pulling her body and blankets against his chest. She fought against trying to pull away, eyes still screwed shut.

"Hey, shhhh, sweetheart it's me, Uncle Thor. Shhhh, it's okay. Come on wake up, baby," Thor said rubbing Emma's back soothingly like he had done when she was a baby.

Emma's eyes shot open and she stared up wildly at Thor, taking in who was holding her.

"Thor?" she whimpered.

Once the entire situation sunk in, she melted into his embrace, sobbing against him. He held her close, rocking slightly. After the sobs ceased, He brushed Emma's hair out of her face and kissed her temple.

"You want to talk about it?" he murmured rubbing her shoulder softly.

"It was Nick," Lucy whimpered.

Thor's chest tightened, "What about him?" he asked keeping his tone calm.

"I have the dream before. I go asking to find Momma and he tells me that the only way is to kill someone... My father," Lucy explained burrowing her heard against her uncle's chest.

"It's okay sweetheart, he's not gonna to hurt you or let you hurt your Father. You are safe. Try and sleep," Thor said making a move to get up.

Emma panicked and clung to his arm, "Don't leave me! Please," she exclaimed looking up at him with worried eyes.

Thor smiled back at her, "Okay, scoot over."

Emma scooted over to make room for Thor. Thor propped himself up against the headboard and pulled her pillow into his lap. Emma laid her head back down and allowed him to pull the covers back over her and rest his arm protectively over her shoulder. She felt him stroke her hair and shift slightly to get comfortable.

As she closed her eyes, she heard him begin to softly hum a familiar tune. She smiled, realizing it was the same tune her mother had sung to her in her dreams.

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