Ace of Hearts [Loki Laufeyson] BOOK I

Sod Off

Her eyes fluttered open as the light flooding in through the window shined on her bed. Jay noticed she was no longer in the SHIELD hospital room, rather in the Avengers' Tower private hospital room. She pushed herself to sit up, looking down at her hospital gown in disgust. She noticed her trench coat sitting on the nightstand, fully washed of blood and repaired from the tear that the spear made. Jay leaned against the wall as she stood up, taking off the gown and pulling on a pair of jeans one of the nurses must've set out for her. Her back was turned away from the door, which is why she didn't immediately notice Tony walk in.

A sudden intake of breath is what tipped her off to his presence. She quickly pulled the white shirt over her head, groaning slightly in pain from the sudden action as she turned to face him.

"Were those scars on your back?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Maybe- hey! What are you doing?" She yelled as he turned her around and pulled up her shirt to look at the scars. She pursed her lips, as she felt his hands running over the red lines. "I swear if you don't get your hands off of me in three seconds I will blow your ass to the moon." She growled threateningly, swatting his hands away and putting on her trench coat. "What do you want, besides pretending to be my doctor?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat down on the bed. He sat down in a chair in front of her, interlacing his fingers and resting his head on his knuckles.

"Where did you get them?" He asked, staring directly into her mismatched iris'. One was pitch black and the other was a bright blue, almost white.

"HYDRA." She mumbled, staring down at her hands. "When they found out there were some with the ability to wield magic, they set out to find a test subject. The scars are from times when I disobeyed them, and they would whip me." She chuckled dryly, putting her head in her hands. "I used to tell them that I would never follow orders, except one. When God told us to love your enemy, I obeyed him and loved myself. They're little mind erasing tricks didn't work on me, though. I pretended it did, and when they sent me on a mission I escaped. It was easier than you'd think it would be." She ran a hand through her black and purple hair, sighing heavily.

"If...if you knew who your father was, and he was standing right in front of you, what would you do?" He asked quietly, their eyes meeting.

"I'd punch him in the face and tell him to sod off." She said matter-of-factly, standing up and stretching.

"You should probably stay in bed. You shouldn't even be alive due to the spear wound."

"Fine, fine." She sat back on the bed and crossed her arms and legs, glaring at her lap. "I'm going to get up when you leave, though."

"I would expect no less." He said smiling, walking out of the room. He took the elevator to the living room floor and walked over to the couch, glancing over at Banner.

"You need to tell her," Bruce mumbled, finishing his glass of water. "She's smart, Tony. She'll find out eventually, whether you tell her or not." Tony sat down beside him, crossing his legs and looking down at his phone. "I mean, how can I tell her that she's my daughter? You've seen how she talks about me. She hates her father."

"She's only going to hate you more if you don't tell her." Tony was about to respond, but the dinging of the elevator interrupted him.

"You know," Jay started, staring up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, "the bodiless voice is kinda creepy."

"Ah, that's FRIDAY, my personal AI."

"Cool." She mumbled, walking over to the large window and looking out at the city below them. "You know with all my work on your jet, I've only been to this tower once. When I was asked to repair your jet here because both wings were incinerated, exactly three hundred and forty-three bullet holes in it, and the nose of the jet was in ashes...Quite an unforgettable night, as you couldn't stop drunkenly flirting with me." She shot a glare back at Tony, who's face distorted in disgust along with Banner's.

"Tony..." Bruce growled, motioning over to Jay. Tony shook his head after getting over almost vomiting.

"Jay, I'll show you to your floor." Tony stood up and lead Jay to the elevator, pressing the button for the eighth floor.

"I have my own floor?" She asked after the elevator doors closed, raising an eyebrow.

"We all do." As the doors opened, they both stepped out into a large living room. To the right, there was a door that most likely led to the bedroom. "I'll let you get settled, then. We'll all be up on the main floor. If you need anything, just ask FRIDAY." With that, Tony left the floor.

Jay looked around the room, studying every inch of her new home. The black leather couch was exactly eight feet long, the large flat screen TV mounted on the wall five feet above the floor and six feet away from the couch. The white fluffy carpet covered the area between the table below the TV and the couch. There was a small bar on the far corner, the three shelves covered with expensive wine, beer, and liquor. She then walked into the bedroom. The king-sized bed had dark blue sheets and pillows, a fluffy white blanket neatly folded at the end of it. There was yet another TV about four feet away from the end of the bed on the wall above another table that had six drawers. On the south wall, there was a large closet that remained empty. Beside the bed was a small nightstand that had a white lamp with stars on it. The walls were painted a dark shade of blue, almost black. In the north corner, there was another door to the bathroom.

She stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door, deciding to go back up to the main floor. As the elevator stopped and let her out, she heard a specific sentence that made her freeze in her tracks.

"How do I tell Jay that I'm her father..." Her gaze slowly clicked over to stare wide-eyed at Tony's head. Everyone was now staring at her as she blinked a few times. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth contorted into a grimace as she walked forward with her fists clenched. She raised her arm, punching him directly in the cheek.

"Sod off." She growled, turning around and going directly to the elevator. As the doors closed, she saw him staring at her in bewilderment. She merely returned the look with a glare. For a brief moment, he saw her eyes flash a dangerous shade of red, but dismissed it as a trick of the light.