A.N.: Hey everyone! It didn't take me too long to post this time. I'm trying to post this once a month. This chapter takes place 12 years later. Again the scene or scenes in italics are from the past. The story should start to heat up soon. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from The Avengers, Thor, or Norse Mythology. I also do not own anything from any of the Iron Man movies.

She's All Grown Up

A groan emitted from the body beneath her. She grinned and twisted his hands into an uncomfortable position.

"Now, are you going to talk?" The body beneath her struggled uselessly in vain to escape her grasp. She shook her head at him in fake disappointment.

"Wrong answer." She broke a finger. His screams make her smile in delight.

"Tell me what you know about her or the rest of your fingers go."

He gasped in fear and shook his head again. Another finger followed the last one.

The limp figure yelled and finally gave in. "Okay, okay. Her name is Gamora, daughter of Thanos. I would not go looking for her if I were you."

Hela smiled, "Thank you." With that his head rolled to the floor. She smirked at her work and stood up.

"Stop right there!"

She mockingly raises her hands above her head and slowly turns around. A gasp is heard and who she sees makes her smirk broaden. "Well if it isn't the soldier and the birdy. What a pleasant surprise."

"What has it been? Twelve years give or take." She stood before them with blood dripping from her face and down her body.

"We thought you might have died." Steve stated staring at her accusingly.

"More like hoped." Clint muttered staring gloomily back at her. Memories of her 'mother' still kept him up at night from time to time.

"Who was he?" The Captain questioned, looking disgustedly at the body.

"No one of importance. Now I really need to be on my way boys. It's been nice catching up." She gave a haughty wave before moving to get away.

Hawkeye releases an arrow that nearly cuts her face. "Stay where you are. That was a warning."

Hela stares back at them in amusement. "Do you really think you can keep me locked up?" She laughs, "I am Loki's daughter after all."

"Miss, you can come willingly or not." Steve says politely, but with a serious expression.

She mockingly taps her finger against her head. "Hmmm. I think I won't."

A second later an arrow is aimed right at her. It passes through a clone and into the wall.

Her laughter is heard from all around them.

Glancing around, Hawkeye sees movement. Turning his body in the opposite direction he aims right at her. The arrow catches her off guard. She grunts as she pulls it out of her stomach. That hurt like a bitch.

Her magic cannot sustain her invisibility spell because of the wound. She becomes visible.

Steve comes at her with his shield. She manages to avoid him by jumping straight up and above him.

She lands badly and yelps at the pain. Clint is there and aims his arrow directly at her head.

Normally she would be able to get out of this situation quite easily, but her magic is taking longer to heal her wound. She curses in Old Norse.

This really sucks. Loki is going to be pissed is her last thought before they take her away in magic repressed handcuffs.

Loki is indeed pissed. Hela had been gone for much too long. Something must have happened.

He tries to focus his magic on only her. Magic leaves a trace behind. Every magic user has a different magic signature. Since he is very familiar with his daughter's he should be able to find out what has happened.

Closing his eyes, he lets his mind feel out for her. It takes him little time to find her signature near a dead body. Her blood is nearby. He grimaces and bites his lip in worry. Someone must have captured her.

Teleporting to the scene he notices the arrow in the wall. The Avengers. Couldn't they just leave them alone? Of course not. Now they have his daughter locked up somewhere. Damn it Hela, he curses. He paces the small area in anger.

She should be fine for a time. Hela is his daughter after all. He'll find her. With that thought he disappears in an angry huff.

Hela smirks at the agents that surround her. Some squirm back in fear, must be the newbies. They had dragged her into an interrogation room. Like she would give away anything of importance to them, she scoffs at their audacity.

Another familiar face comes into her line of sight. Tony.

She smiles at him and he smiles too, but a bit sadly. "Hey kid." Though she really doesn't look like a kid anymore."

"Hi Tony. How are you?"

"Good, couldn't be better. How's it been going?"

She crosses her arms and smirks. "Not bad, killing some people, finding answers, the usual."

He grimaces at her when she says killing. "Yea about that. What were you doing with him before you uh, killed him?"

"Finding answers." She says cryptically.

"Right," he says looking down at his shoes. Where had the innocent girl he used to know go? She sounds exactly like Loki now.

"Well, I'll leave you alone. The others won't take that for an answer you know."

She grimaces slightly, "I know what I'm doing, Tony."

He puts his hands up in compliance. "Okay, just be careful." With that he walks out of the room.

For years Loki and Hela have been hiding out. Trying to get answers on how to prepare for what is surely to come.

Thanos still had not made an appearance. This worried Loki. He trained Hela as best he could and tried to be a good parent.

It was tough. They had fights every once in a while about how protective he was of her. He couldn't help it. She is his only child and he wants to protect her.

This does not go over well with Hela. She wants her freedom. Freedom could get you killed.

To placate her, he had started letting her go on small missions, scouting for information. This seemed to help.

He knew that in a short amount of time Thanos would be upon them. Hela would be in this fight, whether he liked it or not.

A.N.: I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a comment in a review. They help inspire me to write!