For the past few days Hela have been quite silent. She would either be in her room or just watch the others do their daily routines. She would always obey them.
She helps Steve do dishes, clean up the scrap metal of broken targets and robots from training with Natasha and Clint, retrieve supplies for Bruce and Tony in the labs, and help discover new updates on weapons for the team.
They were confused on how she could be Loki's daughter but didn't want to question her. It might lead to something sad.
Hela was in her room, playing and making new dolls of new people. So far she haves Steve, Tony, and Natasha. She is already working on Bruce when a knock came to her door. She quickly walked to the door and fixed her outfit and opened the door.
There stood Steve, he knelt down to her size and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hela can you come down we have something for you." Hela nodded and followed Steve.
The room was dark and the curtains were shut. She couldn't see a thing, she almost ran into the soldier. "Um where are the others?" Then the lights came on and what she saw amazed her.
In the room was filled with decorations of the colors green and black. She stood there amazed of what the occasion could be for.
"We wanted to surprise you for being a really good girl so we planned this out." Steve said with a grin.
Oh how this is going to be interesting.
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Hela Daughter Of Mischief
ФанфикA story about how Loki adopted his daughter, Hela. She was found in the chaos of the New York incident. So it was Loki's punishment to raise her. But over time Loki forgets that it's his punishment and actually thinks she is his daughter.
