Captain America's Grand-daughter (Avengers/Captain America fanfic)

A dream that's not really a dream

So another update! I was only going to update once a month, maybe twice but I have time on my hand and I'm really wanting to write so why not. I know it's short but the part I was going to add onto this didn't really work. Oh and I'm still wanting thoughts on people thought on a love interest, I have a couple of ideas and one really sticks out to me but I want your opinions. Anyway, enjoy the next chapter.

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Everything for once seemed perfect. I was in a dark but beautiful forest. Trees with moss were everywhere and you could hear the leaves hustling in the wind. No-one was around, I was completely free. I didn't have to worry about who's on my tale or what everything means. I was at peace with my mind, I didn't have a worry in the world.

I laid down on the grass and looked up at the light coming in through the trees. Beautiful. I don't know how long I was there but I knew I could stay there forever.

"Hello." I British accent thick rang out.

I turned my head and saw a young man with sleek black hair wearing an unusual type of clothing, almost like amour or something you'd wear when it's Halloween. I stood up, curios and trying to get a better look at him.

"Hello. Who are you?" I asked, making sure I at least sounded nice.

He chuckled at my question and continued to walk towards me with a smirk on his face. I'd be lying if I said it he wasn't good looking. He chuckled again, shaking his head. Had I said that out loud?

"My name is Loki." He said simply.

Loki, huh? Not so normal name. Isn't a Norse god named Loki? Or was it something Greek?

"And you are Sophie." He said, sizing me up.

How did he know my name? Is he someone from that organisation?

"I can read your name." He said looking me straight into my eyes.

I couldn't help but let out a gasp but I kept my eyes glued to his. So I didn't say he was good looking but I may as well have. That's how he knew my name.

"Actually it's not." He said, still having his eyes glued to mine.

I furrowed my eyebrows together confused. How else did he know my name? Does he know me then, know about me even?

"I met you when you were only a mere child. I saw what your future would hold and knew that one day in our future you could be of help to me." I said, now circling.

"How?" I asked keeping my eyes on him, making sure he wouldn't suddenly pull something.

"It's complicated. All you need to know is that I'm a god from Asgard and I can give you the answers you want and need." He said, now in front of me, looking me in the eye.

"What do you want in return?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gave me another smirk.

"Help me."

"With what?" I asked

"A war." He said, the smirk still on his face with a mysterious glint in his eye.

"Why would I help you in war? How could I?" I asked confused.

"You'll want revenge after what I'm about to say." He said quickly.

I wasn't sure if I could trust him but I wanted information. Clearly Tony wasn't going to give me all of it and probably most of it would be twisted. There was something he didn't want me knowing and I was going to find out.

"Go on."