Unveiled•Phase Disconsolate

The Good Only Lasts So Long

After seeing her brother off to the new cell, and traveling home, the rest of the blustery night was tranquil.

No nightmares in place of reality, and no mocking voices reading her every thought. She can finally achieve the sleep she needed.

As she woke, the grey sky lit her monochrome room. Raindrops dotted her window, which was slightly cracked open, immersing Isa in the air which was ripe with the pleasant petrichor of rain.

She leaves the window open, allowing the calming aroma to fill her large house.

She quickly changes into her clothing, a thick, black button top was put on. It's sleeves rolled up stylishly to her shoulders, the seam of the shirt was tucked into blue jeans, following black combat boots to keep her socks dry in the rainy weather.

Isa pins her silk-like hair into a clip, feather like strands fell around her face, giving the messy bun look she was going for. After putting on small, chain like earrings, she walks out the door with a dark umbrella, finishing her look.

The thunder rolled through the city like a tsunami, covering the loud noise of honking and drilling of the busy streets.

She immediately thought of her brother, and her co-worker, and how they were doing on Asgard.

She could have visited them yesterday when she went to Asgard, but the extravagances of the place overwhelmed her with disgust.

Today was the training with Natasha, and like always, she was forced to walk...even in this weather.

But Isa didn't mind. The noise of the downpour hitting the wet concrete gratified her, reminding her of Earth's little imperfections.

Asgard's weather was always...too perfect. Always..golden and blinding. She started to annoy herself thinking about Asgard, and chose to focus on the large building in front of her.

As she entered the lobby of the Stark Tower Complex, the tech-blue lights surrounded her...but not as much as the eyes that looked at her in confusion.

She turns to the receptionist, "Mornin', where's Captain Rogers and Ms Natasha?" She formally greets the receptionist, since the pair weren't waiting for her at the elevator today.

The receptionist looks at her with her hazel eyes, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"They're...in the training room on sub-zero twenty three..."

Isa thanks the receptionist and walks to the elevator, thinking that they must be setting up a new training area.

Too busy lost in her thoughts, she missed the extra information the receptionist tried to add before the elevator sealed shut and started to head deep underground.

She fixes her belt and waits till the door opens.

Welcomed by the grunts of Natasha and...Isa wrestling against each other...

She walks out and turns to her right, where Steve usually stands when he moderates. She's welcomed by a baffled look.

"Loki!" He yells at her and pins her against the wall.

"What? Steve, I'm not Loki!" Isa uses her powers and pushes him off of her from the wall.

"Loki!" The fake Isa yells, "how did you travel back from Asgard?" He matched her voice perfectly. He copied her semi-asguardian accent as precisely as her own.

"I have Loki here on sub-zero floor twenty three..." Steve calls through an earpiece, almost instantaneously, the elevator doors close and start to head up floors to pick up the backup team.