Just Another Day

Chapter 3

She was so very, very cold, but refused to shiver. ~You are not allowed to complain. Weapons never complain.~ The admonishment of her keepers rattled inside her head. Shivering or not, she was unable to move. The cold of early spring was enough to keep her hypothermic. Only her healing factor was keeping her alive for now. She had come to New York in order to try and understand herself. She was not quite sure why the city would help, but her instincts screamed at her that she belonged here. She had tried to ignore them, to go to Florida or perhaps Mexico, but it was to no avail. Every time she contemplated going somewhere else, part of her slapped it down. So here she was freezing to death, again, in the back alleys of the city.

"Now what do we have here? Looks like talent just waiting to be properly used." The minor crimelord known as Zebra Daddy was one of Wilson Fisk's men. As such he learned a long time a long time ago to make use of every opportunity. The girl huddled in the corner was young and from what he could see pretty, not as gorgeous as the blonde currently on his arm, but she would quite a bit as one of his girls. "Frank, Tony pick her up bring her along. We'll have to get her nursed back to health."

"Oh, that is so sweet, Daddy." The blonde on his arm cooed in a vapid tone.

~If she wasn't gorgeous, I'd cut her for sounding so fucking stupid.~ The though came unbidden to the pimp as he watched his goons scoop up the young girl. "Well, that's me. I find girls with talent and give them everything they deserve."

"But you haven't heard her sing. How do you know she has talent?" The blonde's voice took on an almost irritating tone. "Are you sure you are not one of those men my friends warned me about? I mean, wouldn't it be hard to be a pimp with equipment that small? Aren't pimps supposed to be able to break in their girls?"

"Oh that is it, Bitch!" Zebra Daddy prided himself on patience and self control. He could take a lot of shit, but listening to this vapid blonde insult him after an hour of inane bullshit was too much. He backhanded the blonde with every bit of force he had only to gape when she just smiled.

"Thou hast made thine last mistake, mortal." Gone was the vapid blonde lounge singer he had picked up. Before him in green tunic was almost literally a goddess. "I was going to let thou live on in misery, but striking me has sealed thy fate. No mortal strikes Amora the Enchantress unpunished."

Zebra Daddy knew at this moment he was pretty much toast. You don't live in New York and not follow the heroes and villains. He knew this Asgardian, despite not being as powerful as Thor, could snap him in two. He tried the sensible thing which was to run. Only his two goons had dropped the little black haired girl and were approaching him with a chain and lead pipe. "Frank? Tony? What are you….ARRRGHH!"

Amora stepped past the two men mercilessly beating the pimp with a contemptuous nod. She knew that the Kingpin would like execute them as he did not tolerate unsanctioned murders of his men. Her real concern was the young woman they had come across. She felt a connection to her as if her struggles for self identity were like her own. Squatting down next to the girl Amora checked her pulse and was shocked at how frigid her flesh was. "Thou art cold as the air in Jotunheim, Little Sister. I will help thee, if thou will help me."

The girl looked up into the green eyes of Enchantress and was shocked to see actual concern and kindness. She had seen that in only three other people her Sensei, her mother and the man from her dreams. Everyone else in the Facility had been unimaginably cruel. Even when she escaped out into the world, the Original was not this kind nor was the Super Soldier. After a few moments contemplation she barely produced a nod as she was too cold to utter anything without her teeth chattering.