Sorry about the last chapter if you guys were confused. I heard you body can shut down after been hit into a wall or something hard as that sorry to all who needed some help. Dragons wont be in till later in this chapter. So enjoy Love ya all.

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Lizzie woke up to someone shaking her. She opened her eyes to see her father bent down in front of her. She rubbed her eyes.

"Come on sleeping beauty, we ain't got all day ya know. I have things to do." Tony stark said at the door. She stood up as she walked out the jet door. As soon as she walked out she immediately walked back in. She was still in the white dress which was now ruined with mud, dirt, blood and numerous other things. She sighed. The weather was winter in New York City but she was cut out for summer. She sighed. Steve looked at his daughter who was shivering in the cold. He took off his jacket and passed to her.

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yes it's fine. I dont feel the cold much anyway." He said as they walked together to an awaiting car. " I just remembered you don't have any clothes to wear." Lizzie nodded.

"Ill ask the Potts to take her shopping." Tony butted in.

"Don't you have anything else to do instead of spying on people conversations and who?" Lizzie asked.

"The girl who runs my company." Tony replied.

"Ah." Lizzie said simply before watching the city drive by. She was brought up in this town like her father but she had never seen it. She went to the galleries with Lucy, and school Monday- Friday but that is what she saw. She was too scared to walk out her house.

"You have never seen New York have you." Steve asked making Lizzie come out of her thought.

"Not much. I lived here all my life I have never seen the zoo, the parks, the theatre. Its sad really." She exclaimed. "Maybe I can get to see it more since I am not a trapped person any more." They pulled up towards the familiar apartment of Steve. They got out the car and walked up the steps to the door.

"I shall leave you two now so tootles." He said with a hint of stupidity in his voice. They watched his car drive into the distance.

"How do you guys put up with him, I shall never know." She asked.

"He is not as bad as he was before. Still a jackass though. Steve said with a smirk on his lipws Steve pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. They walked in and began to walk up the stairs. The stairway was dark from the little light produced. They walked to Steve's apartment door. Lizzie held her breath. This was it. The new beginning for her and her father. Steve's apartment was basic. It had a kitchen, a sofa, a table, a bathroom, a bedroom.

" Sorry it is not much." He said, throwing his bag on the floor.

"No it is perfect. I like it." She said walking around the apartment.

"I only have one bedroom so I will take the couch." He walked into his bedroom taking out a shirt and some shorts for his daughter. " Here just until you get some new clothes." She took the clothes with gratitude.

"Do you mind if I had a bath or shower, just to clean up." She asked.

"Of course you don't need to ask me. Its your home too." He replied. She gave a small smile before walking into the bathroom. She shut and locked the door before running the taps. She pulled the dress over her head. As she places her hair into a messy bun, she walked past the mirror. She paused before she looked at herself. The cuts, the bruises, the scars all were visible. She sighed before sitting down in the bath. She took a sharp intake of breath as the hot water touched her cold skin. She rested her head before closing her eyes, letting the memories flood her mind.

"You always had anger problems in your past life. Always yelling when you never got your way like a spoilt child.

"Prove to me that you are her Elizabeth Rogers. I HAVE FAITH IN YOU. PROVE ME RIGHT"

Lizzie eyes shot open. She began to weep at the memories of Briarus. She knew what he did was wrong but there was something else that met the eye with him. Why did he hate Odin especially? Where did he go? She slowly got up out of the bath. She dressed into the shorts and shirt her father had given her before walking out back to the living room. She noticed her father was reading a book. He looked up to see his daughter with her wet silver blonde locks at the doorway. He placed the book on the table. She walked over to couch and sat down next to her father.

She picked up the book that was on the coffee table.

"Interesting." She said.

"What is?" He asked.

"Your choice of reading material." She said placing the book back on the table and sitting down.

"When I was in the orphanage this was my escape from it all. Do you read?" He asked.

"Used to. After Lucy died I could even read the lines. I could not keep my eyes open. Sorry I know this is my new beginning but I still think of the past."

"Hey. Don't worry. This is alien for you. It was alien for me when I- well you know what happened. I promise I will never lay a hand on you, unlike that dirt bag did." There was a long awkward silence.

"We don't know much about each other do we."

"No we don't."

"How about we play a little game. You ask me something I answer and ask you something. And you have to answer and tell the truth."

"Ok seems fun. What is your favourite colour?"

"Blue."

"White."

"Least favourite colour?"

"Red."

"Red."

"Favourite animal?"

"Eagle."

"Otter. What they are cool." She explained with an innocent look.

"Least favourite animal?"

"None really."

"Not too big on spider. 8 legs loads of eyes ain't really my style."

"Season? And least favourite season"

"Summer. And winter."

"Spring and winter."

"Is there any boyfriends I should know about.?And you have to answer this one."

"Oh my god. Wait-. Oh no. Balls. Well crushes yes. Boyfriends never. Never being kissed."

"Never?"

"Never ever."

"Don't think about bringing any home soon." He said with a guilty look.

"How. Dare. You." She laughed punching him the arm. "Ow. Strong biceps."

"You?"

"Never had a girlfriend."

"Really. Never?"

"Never ever."

"And it makes me think where the hell I came from."

They carried onto the early hours of the morning. Steve noticed that Lizzie was asleep next to him. Her arm stretched out with her hand slight open. The small glow from her palm make Steve want to take a closer look. He gently opened her fingers to look at her palm. The glow was that of the mark of her palm.

''She never had that before.'' He thought.

Lizzie began to stir. He ran his fingers across the mark. A sharp pain went through his fingers. He backed away slowly. The glow remained on his finger tips. He gulped for a second. He gently picked her up and took her to his bed. He placed her under the covers. He wanted to stay with her and watch her sleep, but he knew he couldn't. She was still hurting. He didn't even have to ask. Her eyes were sad. There was no brightness in them as there was before. He stroked her hair before walking out to sleep on the couch.