A Second Chance

Talking?

   Mica shot up in her bed and scrambled over to the lamp on her nightstand. She drug a shaky hand through her hair and let out a sob. The nightmares had started a day after she was informed about Phil's death. They were all the same.  Memories of Hydra.
   Mica drug her hand through her hair once again. {Why Phil?} she thought as she got up. She walked over to her closet and grabbed her stashed blade. Now you probably think she's going to cut, right? Well you're wrong. She's going to train.
When she trains it takes her mind off of all of the anger and pain. 
H.Y.D.R.A had made sure she had a temper. One of the smallest things could set her off, and training helped her control it. When Phil was here she never got angry, but now he wasn't. Mica was terrified because of that. What if she lost control?  Could she forgive herself if she hurt someone?
   Mica silently opened her door, and stuck her head out. When she saw nobody she stepped out and walked to the elevator.
   Punch after punch was thrown at the bag. Each one sending it swinging the opposite direction.  Mica's hits each holding enough power to break ones jaw. Every hit she made was precise and full of pent up rage.  Rage she couldn't get rid of no matter what she had tried.

Loki's POV
   I was sitting in my room when I heard the door to Mica's room open. I got up and peaked out of the room to see her walk down the hall. She had what I believe was a blade in her hand. I watched as she went down the hall to the elevator and press a button to one of the floors.
   This girl confused me. She was very quick at catching the pot full of noodles that were boiling hot. Her observation skills were quite impressive, and she was nice enough to give me Band-Aids even though "I" tried to take over Earth.

The Next Morning*****

   Mica woke up and did her normal routine. She threw on a pair of black cargo pants and a black tank top. Afterwards she walked out of her room and into the elevator. She felt much better after her training session last night. It cleared her mind just enough to function.
   She took a deep breath as the elevator opened and walked out. It was very quiet this morning, and Mica wondered why. Usually it was so loud she couldn't hear herself think. She got her answer when she walked into the kitchen.
   Loki sat at the barstool with his head down. All the Avengers were giving him a death glare except Thor,  who was glaring at everyone else. Mica tiredly walked to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of orange juice. She poured some out into her cup and  grabbed a granola bar. She then walked to the barstool next to Loki's and sat down. "Are you the man that tried to take over Earth?" She questioned casually as she took a bite of her bar.
   This caught everyone buy surprise. Even Loki had a look of shock. He put his head down in shame.  "yes why do you ask?" he mumbled. Mica nodded "cool" she said taking a sip of her juice. "Just wondering" Mica explained.
   "And who might you be child?" Loki questioned. "Nobody of importance." She replied at the same time as Steve.  He stood up angrily.  "none of your business" he spat, putting a hand on Mica's shoulder.

Mica's POV°°°°°°°°°

I don't know why but when Captain Rodgers said those words to Loki it made me feel angry. "And you shouldn't be butting into someone else's conversation" I snapped. I closed my eyes trying to calm down. "Sorry" Steve said and took his hand off of my shoulder.

3rd POV

   Steve stepped back dazed. Mica had not only spoke, she had snapped at him for trying to protect her. Tony walked up beside him and learned in "at least she's talking again" he whispered.

Yay new chapter I'm soooooooooooooo excited. Mica finally spoke more than two words to the Avengers. Well it was mean, but it gets better. So thank-you so much for choosing this story to read. Bye.