Ice Cold Hearts

Chapter 3

*My pov*

Voices were muffled and everything was blurry. I shut my eyes and shook my head in hopes that everything clears up. I opened my eyes to see a man with black hair above me. I jumped out of the hospital bed I was in and started asking questions in Russian.

"Кто ты? И что ты сделал со Штюркером?"

He stared at me like I was an idiot. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying," he commented in a smooth voice.

I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Who are you?"

He smiled. "I am Loki of Asgard and you are in the Avenger tower, home of the protectors of Earth."

I didn't believe what I was hearing. The Avengers could care less about me. Unless Wanda and Pietro found where I was, then the Avengers would care but, I don't know.

"Why am I here?" I asked, looking around the room.

He chuckled. "You were a damsel that needed help. The captain thought that you could help us in some way. Now, it's my turn to ask you a question. Who are you?"

I sighed and shook my head. "I'm no one. I've been a lab rat, a kid and a monster. I have no place in the world and no one cares about me anymore. I have no family, no one to care for me and it will always be that way."

Loki stood to his feet. He is taller than me by a foot or so. His hair was braided, which I find quite odd for a man.

"You are with us now. Someone will always be there to help you. Now, to make everyone happy, what's your name?"

I could have been drooling. Hot guy in front of me and he said that I'm with him. AHHHHHH! He is so cute and handsome at the same time.

"That was a question," he smirked.

"Uh, uh, what, um? Oh, uh, my name? It's, uh, Julia," I stuttered.

"Julia," he tested my name, "I like that one. Before I truly get to know you, I believe you'd like some proper clothes."

I blushed. I was in a hospital gown and my bra and underpants. "Uh-uh, yeah, I would love some clothes."

He laughed and walked out of the room.

*Steve Rogers pov*

Loki was smiling when he came out of the room. She must be up or something.

"Hey, Loki," I stopped him, "is she awake?"

"Yes, Captain, Julia is awake." He replied, not thinking.

"Julia? Is that her name?"

"Yes, pest, that is her name. Now leave me alone." Loki walked towards Natasha's room.

Thinking the woman had somehow offended him, I went into the room, only to find the young woman looking out a window, mesmerized by the view.

"You know, my town in Russia never had anything special in it. There were just people and the mountains. For eighteen years, I have missed my home. Now, I wake up to New York, a very beautiful city," she told me.

I suddenly felt embarrassed to have barged into her room without knocking. After all, she was in a hospital gown.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I will let myself out."

As I turned to walk out, she said something I never thought I would hear.

"You can stay, Steve Rogers. Peggy Carter was my grandmother and she spoke often of you. I admit, you go above my expectations." She turned to meet my gaze.

"Peggy was your grandmother?"

"Yes, she was. When I was three, my family moved to Russia. Before that, she told me stories upon stories of you. I heard her many a night praying that you had somehow made it out of that plane crash alive. I'm sure she knows now that she was correct."

I was shocked. I had seen Peggy in the nursing home with Alzheimer's. To know that she still knew me twenty years ago was a relief.

"When was the last time you saw Peggy?"

"Captain, I can't remember. It's hard to remember anything past five years of age. Allow me to humor you. I've been trapped by Hydra for eighteen years. They killed my family, destroyed my home and made me into the freak that stands before you now. I had an opportunity a long time ago to kill you and the rest Avengers, but I decided not too, for I believed that you would one day come and rescue me. Thankfully, after five years, it paid off."

I saw tears well up in her eyes. Knowing that this girl, I mean woman, was a living relative of Peggy was a shock. If she had brown hair and eyes, she would be the splitting image of Peggy.

"I'm sorry for all the time you had to spend there. If I had known you were there, I definitely would have come earlier."

As she was about to reply she shut her mouth and glanced behind me. I turned my head and found Loki listening behind me.

"Go on. I'm not a bother. This is just getting me to tear up."

Loki had a hard time with sarcasm. It just made me want to fight him sometimes.

"Thank you, Loki. I forgot I wasn't wearing clothes. If you both will excuse me, I would like to get dressed."

Loki nodded and left. I followed in suite.