Disclaimer: I don't own it. Sadly.

Warnings: Foul language. Violence. Will become slash later on.

A/N: Oops. I'm back again. Be prepared for equally as sporadic updates I'm afraid.

Chapter Two

"Sir, there's a call incoming from Agents Barton and Romanoff."

Tony turned at the sound of the AI's voice, a surprised look on his face, "Is it secure?"

JARVIS replied without hesitation, "Yes sir, it's coming from the phone you gave them. Shall I convene the others?"

The billionaire looked around, sighing softly and nodded, "Sure. Hold the call until they get here."

It didn't take long for the rest of the Avengers to return to the living room, and the two remaining members of the team showed up on the holographic screen at the far end of the room.

"What happened to you guys? You look like shit," Tony remarked with a trademark smirk.

Nat rolled her eyes, and Clint replied, "Ran into our target. Turns out it was a trap. She blew the place to bits."

"I'm more concerned about the guards she had with her," Black Widow spoke up finally.

Seeing their looks of confusion she continued, "I mean, she used one as a human shield against one of Clint's arrows, but they just disappeared when she signalled them to disperse. I saw no sign of them when I came out of the building, and they didn't trigger the trap that nearly killed us."

Thor sighed, turning to pace in frustration. Bruce glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, "Thor?"

Instead of replying to the doctor, the demigod turned to the screen, "These guards, did you see their faces?"

Both agents shook their heads, "They all looked the same," muttered Clint, "Black pants and hooded sweaters. It was impossible to distinguish one from the other."

"Did you say her surname was Heldatter?"

"Well, that's what she calls herself. Impossible to say if that's what it really is," Tony piped up, looking curiously at the Asgardian, "What's on your mind, big guy?"

Sitting down, Thor explained, "In Asgard, we do not take the surnames of our father. Rather we take their given name, and add either 'son' or 'daughter' – 'datter' – as a suffix. Such as my own – Odinson. Or Loki's – Laufeyson," he paused, unsure whether to continue or not, "If my suspicions are correct, this girl could truly be a Heldatter – daughter of Hel."

Cap looked at Thor, "I assume we're not talking Hell, like Satan and eternal suffering for those who go against God?"

The blonde looked slightly confused, "No, not exactly. Hel is the goddess of Helheim, another of the Nine Realms."

"So she's not Asgardian then?" Steve looked even more confounded.

"It's complicated," Thor muttered, looking away from the group.

"Is it really?" Bruce finally spoke again, "Correct me if I'm mistaken, but in Norse mythology isn't Hel the daughter of Loki?"

Morrigan smiled to herself, sitting back against her headboard and twirling a small silver dagger between her fingers. Absentmindedly she got up and walked to the window, looking out over Oslo, Norway from her panoramic windows, the knife still between her slender fingers. Her breath fogged up the glass, and she closed her eyes, murmuring words of an ancient language underneath her breath. The air in front of her shivered and a woman's face appeared. Her thin face was framed by dirty blonde hair, and grey eyes shimmered from under thin brows and dark lashes.

"Mother," Morrigan smiled.

"Daughter, you look different. Why are you wearing such a glamour?" Hel inquired softly, her voice rasping slightly.

A smirk played on her lips as she replied, "I needed SHIELD to find me, in Manhattan. They know this as the face of Morrigan Heldatter. And I would much rather keep it that way. My true face may my own for a little while longer, as with my birth name."

Nodding, her mother smiled at her, "I am glad you chose to take my name as your own, my dear."

"Of course, Mother. Though it is not my name by birth, it is mine by birthright, and my true name. A mortal could not change that."

"I know, Morrigan. Now, you should go before someone notices the energy of our communication. And please, do what I could not for my father," with a slight wave, which Morrigan returned, the call ended.

Turning from the window with a soft sigh, the young woman headed to her bathroom. Shedding her clothes and turning on the shower, she waited for steam to cloud the glass before stepping underneath the warm stream of water. As the water ran over her body, her appearance began to change, as if it were being washed away. Her hair grew longer and darker, her skin paled and her eyes shifted colour – one grey and one green. She seemed to grow more slender, more delicate the longer she stood under the spray.

She finally stepped out of the shower and had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock at the door. Giving her hair one last ruffle with the towel, she went to answer it.

"If you could just sign here," a young man spoke with a smile as Morrigan took the package that was handed to her.

"Of course, thank you Cristoffer. As always," she handed the digital clipboard back to him.

Cristoffer chuckled softly, "And you are welcome, Vivian. As always."

Whelp. There we are. Hope you enjoyed it :) As always, let me know what you thought ^^