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NOW TO THE STORY!

Krish had possessed a dead body. She could possess a live one too.

Right?

Right.

All she knew was that she needed to talk to Thor. There was absolutely no way she could communicate with him the was she was now, and SHIELD probably wouldn't take well to an undead corpse shambling into their facility. No, she needed to possess someone with clearance. And they had to be very, very alive.

But living people were unpredictable. Krish had no idea how the average person would react to having another person shoved inside their skull. The last thing she needed was a SHIELD agent flailing around and beating themselves against the walls.

So Krish was going to get in some practice. A rehearsal, if you will, before debuting the major event. She was in New York If someone in New York started acting out-of-the norm, no one would really think much of it. Because, in New York, "out-of-the-norm" was normal.

And that included demonic possessions.

So this is where we find our KrishnaLan – in Central Park gazing over the many potential victims. After just a few moments, Krish rested her scope on the perfect opportunity. An adorable couple was eating and cuddling on a picnic blanket underneath the branches of a nearby tree. Krish watched them with disgust. They were giggling and feeding each other; and Krish decided (whether she was a ghost or not), if this kept up, she was going to vomit.

When they started putting whipped cream on each other's noses – well, Krish needed to put an end to THAT.

She didn't even hesitate. Krish threw herself right at the girl. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Death? HAHAHAHA no.

The initial feeling was pretty weird. Krish's spirit was eager to latch onto the girl's nervous system, but her nerves seemed confused as to which set of thoughts it should cater to. And the girl fought back. Oh, she definitely fought back. It was almost as if her brain had a built-in rejection system, and Krish was on the very edge of being kicked out of her foster body.

But after a few moments, Krish got a real hold of the girl's flailing spirit and shoved her into a corner of their shared mind.

And the body was ALL KrishnaLan's.

With the girl's fighting spirit subdued, Krish realized that she was crumpled over on the picnic blanket twitching. Okay. Twitching. There's one kink that needs to be worked out… Krish thought, picking herself back up and shaking off the pins and needles.

Her eyes locked with the man sitting across from her. He was cute with that absolutely horrified look on his face, and his eyes gave a nervous little twitch when He seemed to be considering calling 911.

"A-are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked timidly, reaching out for her.

Krish slapped his hand away, and he looked like a kicked puppy. "Don't call me sweetheart." She said sinisterly. And suddenly he looked like a puppy that had just been kicked down the stairs. "My vitals feel good… heartrate is kinda high, but that's fine… Vision is a little blurry… And, Gods, my head hurts…"

"Honey…?"

Krish decided to check her vocals. Not really because she had to.

Just because she wanted to.

She squeezed her eyes shut and let out the most bloodcurdling scream she could manage. Everyone looked over at the strange girl screaming on the picnic blanket, and her terrified boyfriend who was cowering with his arms around his knees. After the scream ripped through her trachea, Krish followed it up by throwing the bucket of potato salad at another picnicking couple.

It looked like they were considering calling 911, too.

This was when her host spirit started to fight back. Krish went a little lightheaded, and felt for a moment that she was going to pass out. She suddenly felt the girl shoving KrishnaLan's spirit back into the very corner she had been thrown into. This started a tremendous game of demon spirit versus human tug-of-war.

"Something is happening!" The girl said panickedly. "He-"

But Krish reached out and grabbed hold of the vocal chords again.

"Nevermind, I feel fine. I just need to stop whining. And, by the way 'honey', you look really ugly in this light." "No! I didn't mean to say that!" "Yes I did." "I don't know what's happening!" "I think we should break up." "No! No! I didn't…" "You just aren't cutting it anymore…"

Apparently that was enough abrasion to give the poor girl enough willpower to totally kick KrishnaLan out. And the very moment Krish was back in her non-feeling, entity form, the girl burst into noisy tears.

Mortals.

But Krish didn't want to let this perfect opportunity slip out of her hands. So what did she do?

She possessed the body of the boyfriend instead.

He was a lot easier to shove into the corner. There wasn't even any twitching.

"OH, WOULD YOU STOP CRYING?!" She screamed, realizing how strange it was to have a masculine voice strumming over her vocal chords. Krish looked down at the glass of wine sitting precariously on the blanket, took a drink of it, and then threw it over the crying girl's face.

She gasped as the wine splattered her crimped blonde hair and trailed mascara down her cheeks. There was a pause where she let the shock sink in, and then she started crying again. She stood up, covered her face in shame, and ran away somewhere into the park to cry in peace. Krish grabbed the bottle of wine, took a deep drink of it, and then left her foster bodies once and for all to deal with their new relationship problems.

"While this is fun and all," Krish said, mostly to herself since no one else could hear her, "I really have to go talk to someone. And I swear to the Gods, if he throws his hammer at me, I'm going to be royally pissed."

Little Krishna Sadguru – ruining young love one possession at a time.

SHIELD prided themselves on being secretive. Their bases were secret. Their helicarrier was secret. Their operations were secret. Krish didn't even find their main base of operations until after she died. And that's saying something. It was one of the coolest feelings ever to stand in the lobby amid the thrush of life when she knew she wasn't supposed to be there. It was a swarm of human livestock dressed in SHIELD's classic tight blue jumpsuits.

It wasn't the most stylish thing ever, but hey: secret government bases only had so much room to be stylish. So Krish forgave them for their tacky clothing choices.

While Krish was killing some time, she caught some of the oh-so-top-secret gossip swishing around with some of the coworkers. There were some really unbelievable rumors scurrying around that Krish sent through the shredder pretty easily. But there was one consistent detail that she gathered: Thor had returned from Asgard after "taking care of" his brother, and he would be leaving again after settling some business. Krish tried not to focus on Loki's exile too much for the sake of not making herself feel sick (spirits get anxious, too). She was only praying to a general deity that she could catch Thor in the brief window he was visiting earth.

It took her a while to stalk someone until they went to the inner rooms where the deep clearance badges were needed, and it took her longer still to catch someone when they were alone so she could possess them without suspicion. Eventually, however, one of the workers (a thin black-haired woman of Asian descent) was walking down one of the smaller, empty hallways.

Krish walked backwards right in front of her to put out some disclaimers that the woman couldn't even hear.

"Listen, I really don't want to do this to you." Krish said simply. The woman just filed through her papers. "But it has to be done. Please try not to fight back. I really need this time. And I'll be as nice as possible. I promise I won't walk you off a cliff or anything."

The woman (whose clearance badge named her as Luk Lynn) gave a sneeze. And Krish took that as permission.

"You only live once?" Krish snorted and prepared for the inevitable, reaching her hand toward Luk. "Yeah right."

"Luk!" The voice was semi-distant, but it was getting closer. "Luk, are you alright?!" Krish glanced up in her new foster body to look at the jumpsuit-clad agent jogging up to her. She grimaced and sat up, rubbing her head. Luk had put up more of a fight than KrishnaLan was anticipating. (Even though Krish was nice about the possession and everything. Really. Psh.) The other agent, with her blue eyes worried and her brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail, began picking up the filework that Luk had scattered during the possession.

"Oh, thanks." Krish said awkwardly, liking the fact that she had a light Asian accent. She felt so awesome with an Asian accent. "It was just a fall, nothing big."

"Just a fall?!" The girl's clearance tag read 'Agent Maria Hill.' "You were..."

"I was twitching wasn't I?"

"Yeah."

"Damn it."

"You should go to first aid." Agent Hill said, keeping the file Luk was holding in her arms. KrishnaLan tried to take it back, but Maria sifted through it. Hopefully Luk hadn't been hiding drugs in there or something.

"No, really, I'm fine." Krish didn't know how well she could pull off this accent after all. Agent Hill was looking relatively suspicious. Krish didn't have anything else to say, so she just stood there in the awkwardness, waiting for Maria to break it for her.

"I see you're going in to high security. Continue on." Maria handed her the manilla folder. Krish pressed it to her chest like it was her own child. As Agent Hill walked away, she added, "Say hi to the big man for me."

Krish turned around and watched her walk away with a confused expression. "Which one? There's like, four of them." Maria kept walking all formally, lilting back and forth with her steps like she owned the place or something. Krish 'pashaw'ed under her breath and kept walking.

Every once and a while as Krish tried to find her way down the hallway, Luk would protest a little from the back of her mind. But Krish would duel with her again, inevitably come out victorious and was given more time to use.

And then she saw him. Or, rather, his hair.

It had gotten longer since the last time she saw him. He barely turned the corner up ahead when Krish was turning hers, and just the sight of his hair sent her stomach alight with nervous butterflies.

Krish stopped and spent a moment to catch all those butterflies and put them in a cage before she progressed forward. They beat angrily against the walls of their prison, but at least (for now) they were contained.

After a moment, Krish was walking directly behind Thor and Fury by about five yards. She bit her bottom lip and thought about what she was going to say. How was she supposed to approach him? What was she supposed to do? Would she directly walk up to him? Or...

She didn't have to worry about it any longer. Thor had stopped and turned around with confused eyes. Krish held up the manilla folder to her mouth as a barrier. The whole "if I can't see him, he can't see me" thing didn't work. Krish felt paralyzed. But Thor, after keeping Krish's eye contact for a few seconds turned more fully toward her with his wide shoulders. The empty hall between them felt terrifyingly short.

"Can I assist you with something, worker?" Thor asked cordially.

There was a crushing weight that suddenly pressed against KrishnaLan's emotions. For a beautiful moment, she had forgotten that she was in someone else's body. She thought she was KrishnaLan, she thought Thor was going to recognize her. But he didn't. Of course not. Why would he? KrishnaLan didn't look anything like Luk.

And for some reason, her anonymous ability suddenly greatly depressed her.

"Um..." Was all Krish could think to say. Maybe she would have said something more clever if Fury's single eye wasn't boring into her soul.

Thor held Fury's shoulder in one hand. "You go on without me. I will join you in a moment."

"Alright, but you better hurry up. Stark came all this way to antagonize you and I don't think he'd be very happy if he missed that opportunity." Fury gave Krish one last skeptical look, and then his trenchcoat billowed away around the corner.

Krish had no idea what she was supposed to do as Thor walked toward her. Part of her wanted to point behind him, shout "MONKIES" and run away. But she was just frozen there, trapped in a body that didn't belong to her.

"Are you well?" Thor asked cautiously, examining Luk's wide-open almond eyes.

"Hi Thor." Krish said softly, mostly just for herself. It seemed like forever since anyone she knew had looked her in the eye. She didn't care if it was Loki's idiot stepbrother, it was still recognition. It felt fantastic.

"Hello…" Thor read Krish's nametag. "Luk…?" Thor asked carefully.

"I'm just going to get this out of the way before things get weird…" Krish took a deep breath. Suddenly, the butterflies in her stomach broke free and her courage was reduced to a quivering pile of stagefright. "My name isn't Luk… I'm…"

"Your nametag says Luk…"

"My nametag is wrong… I'm…"

"What is your name, then?"

"I'm about to tell you…. It's…"

"It isn't Luk?"

"No, it's…"

"But your nametag…"

"IT'S ME. IT'S KRISH. Thor, I'm Krish." She didn't know why she started to tear up, but she did. Her eyes stung and she felt extremely embarrassed.

"K-Krish? KrishnaLan? How… I mean…"

"I possess people now. I can do that."

Thor didn't seem to register exactly what was happening. Krish felt like he wasn't going to believe her. She was expecting him not to believe her, but she was hoping that he would. She expected…

Thor pulled Krish into his arms and held her tightly.

So. That wasn't expected.

"Is it really you, Krish?" He asked slowly.

"I know it doesn't look like me, but…"

"I care not what form you are in. I thought we would never meet again." Thor broke the hug and looked into Luk's eyes. "I could tell there was something about you… the eyes really are the windows to the soul."

The sweet moment was completely obliterated by none other than Tony Stark, who peeked his head into the hallway.

"Hey, this seems like a cute moment, whoever THAT is." Tony gave Krish a broad gesture and she thinned her eyes darkly. "But, Thor we kinda need you and…"

"Shut up, Anthony." Thor grumbled darkly. "Go back inside and wait patiently like a good boy." Krish looked at Thor with pride glimmering in her eyes. That was one of the meanest things she'd ever heard him say.

Tony flailed his arms and walked back inside the meeting room muttering "well then" and "someone needs to take off his sassy-pants."

"I like your haircut, is it new?" Krish asked, laughing lightly. "Can I braid it?"

"Krish, why have you come?"

"For your hair, of course."

"Really. Why?"

Krish sighed lightly through her nose and her expression fell. "Thor, I… I need your help."

"Of course! Anything! What is it?"

"I have to get something of mine back from someone very, very desperately."

"What can I do to help you, Krish?"

"I need you to take me to Loki."