Daughter of Mischief and Lies

The Enemy's Daughter

Sprinting as fast as I could, I ran toward the heavy metal doors. I have to get there or else it will be too late! Pushing it open with all my might, I hurled myself into the white room wildly looking for the last one.

There!

In the middle of the room, the beautiful, pink covered creation was untouched. Just as I saw it, someone else noticed where I was looking. Stark. We both glanced at each other before jumping.

"It's mine!" I yelled.

"Too late, kid!" Tony shouted back before he grabbed the doughnut and stuffed it in his mouth.

"NO!"

Tony laughed and tousled his hand through my hair, "Better luck next time."

Tony Stark, billionaire and genius, walked away to meet up with Bruce Banner at another table in the Cafeteria. Both tall, dark haired, and brown eyed, the men joked with each other. At first glance, you wouldn't have guessed that they were actually Iron Man and the Hulk, part of the Avengers team that saved the world just a few years ago.

Huffing, I sat down on a stool, contemplating how I could get revenge. I was settling on dying his hair blue before I heard the voice of an angel.

"I know that look."

I turned around to find Steve Rogers, the blond-haired beauty, behind me. Immediately, I started blushing. The guy was gorgeous, a girl can't help but notice.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I responded, looking down at my blue converse that may or may not match his Captain America suit.

"Abigail," Steve said, using my cover name (but he didn't know that), "Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't. You are a better person than that."

"You don't know that. Maybe I'm an evil goddess," I shrugged.

"A goddess? Possibly. But an evil one? That could never happen," Steve smiled at me.

The thing was, I wasn't exactly lying.

Steve had been frozen in ice for about 50 years but still looked like he was in his twenties, and with his super human qualities, S.H.E.I.L.D. wasn't sure if he would ever age.

I, on the the other hand, am actually 1o16 but looked like any other human 16 year old. Why? Oh well, I guess you could call me an alien. But the exact term is Asgardian.

I only arrived at S.H.E.I.L.D. after the Battle of Manhattan but people seemed to believe that I grew up here. And that's just how Director Fury and Odin wanted it.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hela (Hel for short), and I'm the goddess of the afterlife you could say, judging the living and the dead. I had a rough childhood, one where my mother abandoned me after seeing my "horrid face." Let me explain: in my true form, I'm half of what I look like now. Instead of fully being a healthy, dark, wavy haired teenager with blue eyes, one half of my body is bony, crumbled like a skeleton with no flesh on top.
I didn't choose to be this way. I was simply born with it.

Odin, the ruler of Asgard, soon find out I existed and tried to raise me properly in a castle. I wondered why he took me in. It wasn't until later that I realized he was my grandfather.

In Asgard, it was beautiful. But I had no friends. People were too thrown off by my appearance to ever talk to me because they thought I was the monster that lay under their beds each night. Ouch. Only Thor, God of Thunder and Lightening would visit me with open arms. It turns out I was related to him as well.

But on the many afternoons when I was alone, I tested my newfound abilities that consisted of superhuman strength, stamina, and durability, black magic, telepathy, life expansion, reincarnation, teleportation, and the Deadly touch I could only use with my skeleton hand.
I had dark magic, and the other Asgardians knew it too after a very tragic death shook the kingdom. But that's another story.

One day, I was fed up with being stuck with people who couldn't look past my appearance and pleaded to Odin to let me go somewhere else. He took pity on me and spoke to Director Fury about arranging a position at S.H.E.I.L.D. for me where I could train my powers under his authority. When I left Asgard, some of the staff seemed overly rejoiced that I was leaving. I thought it was because of my appearance but it was something much more frightening.

Before I left, Odin gave me a black choker necklace with a sparkling blue Asgardian jewel. The necklace was meant to help me concentrate and hide my powers as well as giving me a human appearance where pale skin covered all of my 5'3 self. I actually looked...normal. And with no skeleton hand, meant no deaths by my hand. Literally.

I shook my head out the of clouds and turned my attention back to Steve. "You better hope your right, Rogers," I smirked.

Steve quickly grabbed my hand and squeezed it, giving me a knowing look. He then turned and stalked off to join the rest of the Avenger clan. Damn his good lucks and heroics.

As I sat there, watching all of the Avengers (excluding Thor) stride toward Director Fury's office, I wondered what they would think if they ever found out out the daughter of Loki, God of Mischief and Lies, was sitting on a stool in the middle of S.H.E.I.L.D. Headquarters.