I opened my eyes to see that I was sitting on my bed in the exact same position I was in before I left. I looked at my hand and smiled in seeing the arrow was still wrapped between my fingers. I looked up as the elevator doors slipped open, and Tony Stark came walking into my room with a can of soda in his hand.
"You've been up here a while. You ok?" He asked, sitting down beside me on my bed. He took a sip of his soda then placed the can on a table beside my bed.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said softly, staring at my sheets.
Tony furrowed his brows. "Where'd ya get that?" He asked pointing to the arrow.
I opened my fingers and glanced at the arrow, frost still coating the polished wood. "Had it," I answered, lifting my gaze to look out the window.
Tony sighed and stood up, grabbing his soda and heading back toward the elevator. "You coming?" He motioned his head for me to join.
I stood up silently and made my way in his direction, letting the arrow roll out of my hand onto the bed. We entered the main floor to see Natasha head down in the cushions of the couch, a strangled sound coming from her mouth.
"She's out," Steve's voice sounded from the balcony. "Said her eye was hurtin so she laid down. She was asleep in five seconds."
Bruce sat on a chair beside the couch, turning the page of his magazine quietly.
"Is she alright? Sounds like she's choking," I asked, tiptoeing past the sleeping spy cautiously.
"She's fine, just snoring," Bruce said softly.
"You don't have to be quiet either. There could be a bomb exploding right beside her and she still wouldn't budge," Steve added.
"Any news about Clint?" Tony asked, his words muffled by the soda can as he placed it to his lips.
"Not a word," Thor answer suddenly, causing me to jump back slightly. I sat down on the bar stool beside the thunderer and sighed, my eyes dropping down to the countertop as Steve exited the room and when to to the balcony.
Thor turned his head to me and nudged my shoulder. "I heard Loki's coming to visit tomorrow," he whispered so only I could hear him.
I looked up at the Gods warm smile and friendly eyes, a smirk appearing on my face. "Really?"
He nodded his head.
"How long will he be staying?"
"Perhaps a week, if not two," Thor answered, rocking back in his chair. I leaned back in my seat and folded my arms over my chest. "Perfect," I sniggered. "Say, when will we be heading back to Asgard our selves?"
Thor paused. "Not for another month," he started with a sigh. "All-Father still has some preparations for your crowing ceremony." He turned to me, his blue eyes locked on my brown. "One more month and you'll be twenty-one. The age of becoming."
"Don't remind me," I joked, rolling my eyes. My mind still buzzed with thoughts about Fosset, the Jotun, and how unusually kind he was to me. I shook away my thoughts and stood up, making my way over to the balcony. I sat down beside Steve and watched as the sun began to set, it's warm rays illuminating the buildings and towers with a golden glow. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered as the mighty star finally dipped below the horizon.
"Yeah, sure is," Steve whispered back, staring in awe as an array of stars made their way into the sky, followed by a crescent moon.
"What do you think would've happened?" I asked abruptly, keeping my eyes focused on the horizon.
Steve turned his head to me and sat there, looking puzzled. "What do you mean?" He asked softly.
"Four years ago. The Chitauri attack. Loki's attempt at taking over Midgard. What do you think would've happened if he had succeeded at taking over he world?"
Steve settled back into his chair and thought, gazing up at the sky. "Tony, Bruce, Clint, Natasha and I probably wouldn't be here, where we are now," he said, his words drifting off with the wind.
I nodded my head faintly and stood up, biding him a good night. I let the elevator carry me to my room, the metal doors sliding open to permit me access to my floor. I slowly made my way to my bed were I bound myself tightly with my many blankets and comforters, drifting off into a deep sleep.