Leandra was adopted by Professor Broom when she was found in Ireland at the age of two. She stopped aging on her sixteenth birthday...now it's 2008, sixty years later...
What will happen when she meets Nuada and he becomes intrigued at first sight...
Christine was being recruited...when Nuada came back, he was furious. "No!!! My Queen will not go to some militant abomination of machinery to fix a mess that an Asgardian CHILD let loose because he could not control his scheming brother!!!" He ranted.
"With all due respect, your Highness. You tried to destroy the world with militant machines, didn't you? You know Loki, you know what he's capable of...and we know what Christine is capable of. She's more than qualified to at least help us locate him, detain him and interrogate him. She can just read his mind and we'll be done with it!" Natasha reasoned.
Nuada visibly shook as he raged, pacing about the room. "Absolutely not. Christine is my responsibility to protect! I knew Loki as he was a child! Even then he was strange, now he has done this! Odin is no better! Thor is the most stubborn of all of them!!!" Nuada barked, Christine sighed.
"How much time do I have to pack?" She asked.
"You have a day, you can bring whatever gear you think is necessary. Spell books, charms, ingredients, it can be arranged, just say the word." Natasha said in monotone.
Christine nodded. "Alright...I'm in. Now get out before you die." She warned.
Nuada had already grabbed his spear. The Captain and Widow stood up, bowing before leaving. Christine was the next to stand...she went to pack her duffle bag.
"Christine, don't go." Nuada's rage turned to despair and worry. "Please? If you-...I cannot finish my own sentence!" He cursed himself, turning her by her shoulder to face him, his hands on her waist.
"Nuada...I can do this, it's my job. I'm doing this for us. If Loki succeeds in taking over the world...not even our people will survive. How could I let our little princess you, that would love so much, live in a world like that?" Christine cupped his face in her hands, looking him directly in his golden eyes.
He sighed, you could hear his grief. He looked at the floor before hugging her snugly to his chest. Christine giggled. "And when I get back...I'll have you all to myself for a damn fortnight." She smirked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He seemed to be at war with himself over it, then he exhaled hard. "You make a compelling argument...so long as you turn that fortnight into a month." He purred in her ear and she shivered.
"You've got a deal." She giggled and kissed his lips. "I know we've already done this once today, but take your pants off." She demanded and he kissed her roughly...she will never grow tired of kisses like that...
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Christine had finished packing the next morning since Nuada had "distracted" her for a few hours.
She even had time to get Liz to bleach and dye her hair. Blonde like gold, with brown lowlights. It was close to her natural color actually. Dirty blonde.
She wore deep red robes, with a lavender, silk tunic under the red velvet one, with fitted sleeves, and silver embroidery on every other edge that was there. She wore dark brown leggings underneath and knee high leather boots.
Nuada requested that she wear a crown of some kind, to show that she was of royal status. She wasn't all for it, but she would wear one if only to ease his mind a bit.
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After a long goodbye, she got into a new toy called a Quinjet. Natasha and Steve were waiting inside, a man they called Phil Coulson was there as well. Natasha was smirking. "Not one word, I feel awful." Christine groaned before walking up to Coulson.
"Ah, you're the Elf Queen? You seem...spot on." Coulson couldn't find the right word.
"I'm only wearing all of this because I'm representing my people. I would've just as gladly worn jeans and a flannel...something. But it made my husband feel better, so whatever." Christine smiled as she shook his hand.
"I remember you running around Brooklyn like a Tom Boy, slacks and a button down...Bucky was in love, I swear." Steve chuckled.
Coulson seemed to light up. "You knew Lieutenant Barnes?!" He asked like a giddy fanboy.
"Yeah, I'm immortal, I knew a lot of dead people...most of them being in the government. But...Jimi Hendrix was a good friend." She smirked, taking her seat next to Steve, smoothing out her dress skirt as soldiers brought her things on board.
"You just seem to get cooler with every word, huh?" Coulson took his own seat.
Christine giggled, then focused on his thoughts. "You carry around Captain America trading cards...vintage. Very nice. You have one of me, well, my old name. Lieutenant Christy Broom: Witch of the Battlefield." She crossed her arms after strapping in. "Need any hoodoo, voodoo, a quick heal or a Nazi read like a book, while he's forced to sing the Star Spangled Banner...I'm at your service, Agent." She saluted, then adjusted her gold and silver crown.
"Can you sign my trading cards?" He asked.
Christine grinned. "Hell yes, Coulson." She nodded.
She missed Nuada already...
(Hellboy is a member of the Marvel Universe! Naturally they would want an expert on the paranormal who could play well with others, right? Nuada may not like it, but the distance will be a test...what might Christine discover?)
