Monday

Training with Loki was a bit more intense; I started working on conjuring weapons and other things to help aid me in battle. Not only was Loki teaching me control, but he was also teaching me how to fight. I was learning to be normal again and make my powers work in tandem with my other senses.

"Nope, try again; you're not feeling it," Loki said, as I had failed the move he had taught me because I couldn't fully control my powers.

"Damn it! Why is this so fucking hard for me!" I screamed out into the empty air of the field Loki, and I were training in.

"Just breathe, Alex. You need to feel the way your magic moves and use it to complete the move.

Tuesday

The training was getting progressively harder and challenging my mental fortitude. I found that I was starting to feel more confident, and that was helping me excel at relearning everything that I ever knew and developing an entirely new fighting style. I know, according to Dad and my doctor, I shouldn't be fighting right now, but they weren't accounting for the fact that my magic increased the speed of my recovery.

"Great job, Alex. You're getting better. By the time it's time to take you home, you'll be better than ever," Loki smirked after a tough day of training had been completed.

"Thanks, Loki; I feel like I'm gaining more control of my powers and regaining my abilities to fight," I said, taking a few deep breaths to calm down and lower my heart rate.

Bucky and Steve had been right by my side, Bucky helping me into the bath because I was that damn exhausted from the training, and Steve making sure I ate before I drifted off. They had been my biggest supporters.

Wednesday (Final Day)

It was the final day that I was spending in Asgard, and I felt very confident in my ability to control my power. This final day of training was to see if I was ready to take on my role as an Avenger again, ready to return to the tower and the rest of my family. Loki and I sparred until I was huffing and out of breath, which took a while. It was the strongest and best I had felt in a long time. I didn't seem to mind that I couldn't see; it was a moot point when I could use my magic as my eyes and see everything around me and more.

"Well, Lady Alex, I think you're ready," Loki said, smiling.

"Thank you for everything, Loki," I whispered as I pulled Loki in for a hug.

"You're welcome," Loki's signature smirk was the last thing I saw after Bucky, Steve, Thor, and I went to the Birfrost.

When we arrived back at the tower, the rest of the Avengers were waiting for us, and they wanted answers. I knew that I would have more than my fair share of explaining to do. I knew my dad didn't know why I left when, in his mind, I was still injured.

"Alex, where have you been?" Dad asked.

"Dad, I know that I have a lot of explaining to do, but please understand that this was for everyone's safety," I pleaded.

"What do you mean?" Dad asked.

"Those tests didn't turn anything up because there was magic behind all of this. I can see better without my eyes than I ever could with them. I am ten times stronger than I ever remember being, and I wouldn't change any of it. However, that doesn't mean that I didn't need someone to teach me how to control and wield my power. I spent this time on Asgard with Loki, learning to control the power that I have been given," I told him, explaining everything.

"Alex, why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you. I don't think Loki was the best option for that," Dad said.

"Dad, listen. No one else knew what kind of power I had except Loki and Thor. Loki was the only one who knew how to help me control and use it," I said flatly.

"Does that mean the power is Asgardian?" Dad asked.

"Yes, and she can control it quite well," Loki said, finally speaking up.

"Oh," Dad said, not sure how to take that Loki was, in fact, the best person to help me.

The conversation moved inside, and Bucky stayed close to me; I think he knew that I needed someone close to me while I answered the onslaught of questions.

"So Alex, are you really healed?" Clint asked.

"Yes, I'm as healed as I'll ever be," I said, smiling just a little.

"Can you see at all?" Bruce asked.

"Nope, my eyes are still useless, but with my power, like I said, I can see ten times better than I ever could before," I replied.

"What else can your powers do?" Natasha asked.

"Well, they accelerate my healing as well as allow me to conjure objects of many different types," I said, looking down at the ground. I didn't like all the questioning, but I knew that it was necessary.

"Can you still fight?" Dad asked.

"Of course I can." I was extremely happy that I was finally starting to get back to normal. I didn't need eyes to see or be effective as an Avenger. I just needed my heart, determination, and a little bit of magic.

"I still don't know if you should rejoin the Avengers, Alex; the last time you were an Avenger, you lost your eyesight," Dad said.

"Oh bullshit, Dad, that's no reason to stop me. I can still see; hell, I see better now than I ever did before," I snarled.

"Alex, please understand that this is for your safety," Dad replied,

"For my safety? Dad, I'm a big girl with powers that could lay a beatdown on almost anyone I come across, and you're worried about my safety. No, Dad, you don't want me to find a way to overcome this. You never wanted me to be an Avenger in the first place," I yelled and stormed off to my room.

I couldn't believe that I was being treated as though I was disabled when I could see just fine. I didn't need eyes to see when I had my magic. With my magic, I could see better than the ordinary person.

"Alex, are you all right?" Bucky asked as he came through my bedroom door.

"No, Bucky, I'm not all right. I did all this work, and he still thinks that I'm too fragile to go back to the team!" I shouted.

"I know, doll, but I'll talk to him. Maybe I can convince him to at least let you prove yourself. You deserve that chance," Bucky whispered, kissing my head softly.

"Thank you, Bucky, for everything you've done to support me." I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him.

After a few moments of silence, I heard some commotion in another area of the tower. I called up the monitoring screen and watched as Steve and my dad got confrontational. I almost wanted to laugh at the scene, but I didn't have the energy to. Bucky told me he was going to check on the situation with my dad and Steve, and I nodded, still just idly watching the scene before me unfold. I saw Bucky enter the room and separate Steve and my dad, stopping their bitch fest. I loved them, but sometimes I need them to quit being assholes to each other.

I just wanted someone to see that I had, in fact, gotten stronger and found a way that allowed me to see. I wanted to feel normal and be useful to the team the way that I always was.