Daughter Dearest

eight

When Venus woke up the next morning, there was commotion in the hotel, but she ignored it temporarily. The shower was calling her name as she stripped out of the night clothes and let the hot water roll over her. 

Slowly, she was getting used to maneuvering around her horns as she washed her hair. Her claws barely bothered her, but she had to admit that she missed seeing her blue eyes in the mirror.

After her shower, she dried off and put on an outfit that was similar to the one she wore the day before, but still clearly different. 

Deciding to leave her room to get a front row seat of the commotion that was still very much going on, she found herself on the landing, looking down at the lobby below. 

“Talking about me?” Venus called down teasingly. 

“Shit!” Two voices squeaked in unison as she descended the stairs. 

Venus found her resting place at the bar, grabbing a glass from the row of clean ones, magically filling it with the familiar amber Asgardian ale that burned her throat in a satisfying manner. 

She'd have to eat something before she drank too much, otherwise she'd be the epitome of the term ‘bitch’ before noon. 

“So. . .” Angel slid up beside her at the bar, two of his hands resting on his hips, while the others came up under his chin. “Princess of Asgard, huh?”

“Yes.” Venus swirled the amber liquid in her glass and took a long sip. “Quite the title, isn't it?” 

“I'd say. . . How come you didn't mention it, Toots? Charlie's the Princess of Hell, so royalty isn't exactly a shock around here.” Angel's accent became more noticeable at the nickname. 

“I didn't see how it was relevant or important to me being down here. . . Up there,” Venus pointed in the general direction of the sky. 
“On earth, I can't leave the tower on my own without swarms of fans, reporters, and enemies seeking me out. . . On Asgard, I always had to have guards or my brothers accompany me on village outings, to ward off anyone who wished me harm. . . Here, if some found out the Princess of Asgard made it down here, they would form alliances with the sole priority of destroying me.” 

“What the actual fuck?” 

“I've killed many people because they hurt my family. I'm not proud of it, but in my line of work, who hasn't killed someone?” Venus downed the rest of her drink, looking Angel Dust in the eyes. 

“Even America's pretty boy gets heavy handed when someone messes with one of us. His morals shifted heavily after almost watching all of us die. . . Finally got his star spangled spandex out of his ass. . . Sort of.” 

“Who?” 

“Captain America, Steven Rogers.” Venus replied to Angel. The spider demon's mouth fell open. 

“You're shittin’ me!”

“Hold up, I thought that motherfucker was dead!” Husk spoke up leaning against the bar. 

Venus shrugged and refilled her glass. “Oh yeah, they found him in the ice back in 2011. I heard it caused quite a stir amongst the agents. I wouldn't know, I was busy trying to make sure my brothers didn't kill each other in New Mexico.” 

“I knew him.” Angel spoke up. “Little Stevie from up the street? Knew him and his friend, Bucky or somethin'? My mom went to church with their moms. Bucky's mom stopped going after he died in war.” 

Venus hummed and sipped on her drink with a look of ‘I know something you don't know’.

“He's alive too.” She admitted, a knowing smile appearing on her face as she tapped the Stark logo on her phone's case.