Captain Mischief

Chapter 6

AN:
Okay, action is coming late this chapter/early next chapter. I know the chapters so far have been lame, but this is where it picks up.
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     I woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon in the kitchen. I guessed it was probably Steve's way of apologizing, considering he doesn't usually go all out for breakfast.
       Pulling myself out of bed, I wandered over to the vanity in the corner of my room. Sighing at the birds-nest that was my hair, I picked up a brush and began untangling my artificial strawberry blonde locks. My natural hair was a black color, but a few months ago Nat helped me dye it.
          For a moment, I just stood in front of the mirror, taking in my appearance; Strawberry blonde hair that fell to my mid-back, emerald eyes that were puffy, a consequence of crying myself to sleep, and my pale, porcelain skin that was dotted with light freckles. However, the moment soon passed and I shook myself out of it and made my way to breakfast.
        Steve had his back to me as I quietly entered the kitchen. Oh, what a mistake that was. Thinking of it as slight payback for last night, I grabbed the bag of flour that was placed on the counter. Stealthily, I crept  across the kitchen until I was right behind him.
        Without a second thought, I dumped the entire bag on the "Star Spangled Man with a Plan's" head. Shocked and alarmed, the blond turned only to find me, smirking, with an empty bag of flour in my grip.
        "Well, good morning to you too," he said with a glint in his baby blues that I knew all too well. I took off through the apartment, trying to escape the giant, flour-covered man (who was getting the white powder everywhere, unfortunately) currently chasing me. However, the super-soldier was much faster than me and caught up to me in no time.
       Tossing me onto the couch, he straddled me and began the worst form of torture: tickling. I was squirming and writhing and crying with laughter for what seemed like eternity until he finally let me go.
        Sitting up next to him, we looked at each other and the words got across without speech; "I'm sorry about last night," our eyes said simultaneously. And just like that, it was as if the fight didn't happen. I still wanted to figure out who my parents were however. Abrubtly, we jumped at the sound of an alarm ringing within the house. The smoke alarm.
            "Dang it," The captain said under his breath as he rushed into the kitchen. And just like that, our nice breakfast was ruined and we were back to simple cereals.

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        Around ten, we were back at Avengers Tower. When questioned, Steve simply replied that he had to figure some things out. Knowing that it was about his conversation with Thor, I set a plan into motion.

        "Hey, Steve," I said casually. "I'm going to go train some more. Nat was beating the crap out of me yesterday."
       "Okay, just don't get into too much trouble kid," he replied without looking at me, obviously searching for a certain someone. Someone I knew to be Thor. Soon enough, the Adgardian Prince came walking down the hall towards us. He stopped short, gave Steve a  meaningful look, and stepped into a room. Steve looked at me once more before ruffling my hair and making his way to Thor.
          I looked around, appearing nonchalant, before stepping into the empty room across the hall. Making quick work, not wanting to miss most of the conversation, I grabbed a chair that was placed at the table in the middle of the room and put it under the vent. Luckily, I was tall enough to reach, however I was not strong enough to pull the vent off.
Looking around, I noticed a maintince bag on the table. Riffling through it , I found a screwdriver. Climbing back into the chair, I unscrewed the vent and pulled myself into it. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, I began crawling in the direction of Steve and Thor.
        Without much noise or many problems, I was soon above the two males. Remaining silent, I started to eavesdrop on their conversation I knew was about me.
        "Listen Steven, you may be in denial, but it is true. There is only but one necklace such as the one Analiegh posesses," said a voice I recognized to be Thor's.
        "I'm not in denial," said the voice of Steve defensively. "But there is no possible way. None. The only evidence you have is a necklace. She doesn't act like him, doesn't look like him-"
         "She does naturally. She has raven hair like him, emerald eyes like him, pale skin like him. She has his necklace. She has his mischievous attitude. And she was found with no parents. There is no other explanation."
           "Or, maybe her real father had dark hair and green eyes. Maybe something happened to her parents that left her an orphan. Maybe she found the necklace and just thought her parents gave it to her." Steve's voice was starting to rise. "And her 'mischievous attitude?' She's twelve, Thor."
          "Another important piece. She'll be thirteen years of age in three days, will she not?"
          "Yes, but I don't see why that matters," Steve answered, sounded irritated.
          "Because that is part of the punishment!" Thor exclaimed angrily. "He had to wait for her to become thirteen before the cloaking spell was lifted and he could begin looking for her!" Even though she couldn't see him, Ana knew that Thor was convincing her adoptive father. Heck, even she was convinced and she didn't even know who it was! Finally, Steve replied.
           "Wait, you're saying that in three days, he is coming to find her? If it is her?"
            "Definitely. Hela was the only joy-" Steve cut him off.
            "Her name is Analiegh, " he said quietly, but that tone seemed more dangerous than screaming.
            "Analiegh was the only joy left in his life after Sigyn died. And when she was taken from him, it broke him into pieces. So yes, he will be coming to get his daughter back."
           BANG! Ana flinched at the sound. The girl assumed it was the Captain banging his fist on a table, because soon after his furious voice answered.
        "She is not his daughter. She's mine. Not his."
         "Well you had better prepare for battle soldier, because in his mind, Ana is his daughter."
         "What are you saying?"
          "That if I know him, he will fight for her. He won't leave here without her, because she  is his blood and he loves her. Believe it or don't, but Analiegh is Loki's daughter, and he plans on taking her back."

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AN:
     So before anyone freaks out, yes, I know that in Norse mythology, Sigyn and Loki had multiple children toghther. I am also aware that Loki gave birth to a horse, but, for my story, Hela/Ana will be his only child. I also know that Hela is the Goddess of Death, but she will not be for my story. Thanks for reading!