The end of the day couldn't have come sooner. I was on my feet the second the last bell rang, racing out the front doors. Nat was waiting there for me, another woman alongside her. She had curly hair and brown eyes, and gave Ellie a warm smile as she ran up along side me.
"How was school?" Nat asked the second we were alone in the armored car. I shrugged.
"Boring." I announced. "All you do is sit and listen to lectures. There's no fun, no games, pranking only helps so much." Nat sighed.
"Hela, I thought we had discussed that you are not to use your magic at school!" I grinned. She was almost as bad as Pepper.
"Aww, c'mon Nat, school is torture!"
I could tell the agent had already given up on this argument.
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Nat dropped me off at Stark's place, unfortunately. I had wanted to go to HQ, bother dinner new recruits or bug Fury about this whole school business, but Nat insisted that today was not the day. "Give it a chance," she has said as JARVIS opened the front doors. "Spring Break is in two weeks. Try it till then."
I frowned as I replayed the conversation on my head. I wasn't sure if I could bear two more weeks of this school crap. I had already used my magic twice in one class, and using it again wouldn't be an option. I already had enough attention as Stark's so called daughter, and he would kill me if I associated my magic with his billionaire-genius-playboy-philanthropist ego. Frowning, I settled with the next best option; causing chaos with whatever I had on hand. And right now, I had two successful pranksters, ready to use at my disposal.
Wishing my father was here, I closed my eyes tightly, my magic budding inside me as an image filled my head.
I opened my eyes to the golden light of the Asgardian palace. I grinned. My consciousness floated down the hallway. I passed the throne room, my grandfather sitting high and mighty on his golden throne. As I continued down the hallway, several guards looked right through me, unseeing. My grandmother seemed to sense my presence as I passed her room, and she breathed deeply, her eyes searching the room for me and my magic. But I wasn't there.
My final destination was down for long flights of stairs that I gracefully descended, the air around me growing cold, and a moldy stench permeated my being. My eyes darted around the room, glancing into every cell when I felt a tug in my gut, pulling me deeper down the tunnel, to a cell on the darkest part of the dungeons.
It was the man on the cell that had dragged me here. His back was from me, but I immediately knew who I was here to see. Slowly, the man in the cell turned, his green eyes finding mine.
His lips formed one word as the scene began to fade.
Hela?
