I'm writing another chapter for my first followers ElectricAnya, MrsKLaunter and wolfblade17. Thanks for the support. Enough with the chit-chat, let's get on with Chapter 2.

Ches

Chapter 2

Fitting in was not too hard. I was training with Clint in the training room when Loki walked in. "Oh, Tony asked me to pass this to you. It seems that you share my love for books, mythology and magic." He said turning the book around in his hands before handing it to me. I gratefully put aside my bow and arrow before taking the book. "Thanks! I've been looking for that everywhere! It's my latest volume on dragons and spells." I breathed, hugging the book tightly.

Then , Stars and Stripes just had to walk in. "Well if it isn't the two archer love birds and the murderer." Steve snickered. I ignored the jerk and busied myself with tying my hair into a ponytail. "What do you want Frozen?" I said, sighing. "Oh nothing, I just came to see how much of a self-obsessed teen you are." He replied. I froze at that. It was one thing, not letting me join me team, it was another to go that far and call me stuck up. I turned and face him, my eyes a smoldering haze. I stepped over to him, until we were face to face, and our noses almost touched. "Don't you dare call me a stuck up teenager! You know nothing! So shut up jerkface! You barely know me at all!" I screamed, not bothering to control my supersonic voice until it shattered the glass in the room once again. Clint and Loki covered their ears in pain and shock and were letting out groans. I finally stopped, tears rolling down my flushed red cheeks. With that, I disappeared in a cocoon of light.

"Steve, you really pushed her buttons. Can't you express some kindness! She was right to call you a jerkface. Never would I have thought that the great Captain America wouldn't accept one like himself." Clinton sighed, leaving the room. Loki looked sternly at Steve before teleporting to my room.

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"Who's there?" I called out as green smoke appeared in my room. A silhouette appeared behind the wall of green. "It's just me." came the reply. I recognised the voice. Loki. He sat down beside me, and looked over. He had never been one to comfort anyone, so why was he comforting this teen? "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, placing a hand hesitantly onto my shoulder. I shook at his icy cold touch, only just remembering he was a Jötuun. I nodded, glad to be able to tell someone about my past, even if it was the God of Lies and Mischief.

"I was abandoned by my parents at an orphanage. I was only left with my name and birthday. I was never befriended by any child, they thought I was a freak, believing you and Thor were real. I loved magic and mythology, I still do. I left the orphanage with at sixteen to forge a life of my own. At seventeen, I was experimented on and captured. Thus, my talents. After I escaped, Pepper found me and took me in since Tony found me useful with his suits. I really can't stand the fact that Steve, that bloody idiot called me a stuck up teenager, I am just like him, experimented on. I can't care less if my hair was tied in a messy hairdo. I prefer books to fighting, magic to internet any day." I said, another tear breaking free of my closed eyes. This was getting old, I reached up to wipe it off when something cold touched my cheek. Loki had reached up to wipe the tear away. "I won't tell," Loki promised. I smiled at that. Who knew if I could trust the God of Lies, I sure did not.

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"Come on, we're missing out on the plans." Loki chuckled, leading me to the control room. I smiled and followed, maybe he was not so bad after all.

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Ches