HADES // T. STARK DAUGHTER // MARVEL I.I

16 ~ CHILD ~ 16

I was scared.

And, it wasn't because there was some imminent threat upon my life- if there was I would be calmer than this. I was used to something like that- it was instinct by now. But this, this was unknown territory, an unfamiliar code on an outdated computer. Yet, here I was, trying to hack it.

After pacing in my room for ten minutes straight, calling myself an idiot for a good five, and listening to Welcome To The Jungle a couple of times, I made my way to where I knew Harry would be. Where he had been for most of the last day and a half since I received my assignment- the gym. I had heard some of the agents talking about him before- apparently, he trained harder and longer whenever he was mad about something. Not much has changed, I guess. I can still vaguely remember holes in the walls and bloody knuckles from when we were younger.

Sighing for what felt like the millionth time since I arrived at Shield, I pushed open the door to the large training facility, cracking my knuckles out of habit. I saw him across the room next to a few other agents, all of them drenched in sweat and red-faced, one sporting a bloody nose, Harry a split lip. My older brother took notice of me quickly, raising his eyebrows. I- for once -wasn't dressed in training gear, and no trainer or supervisor was with me. Without a word, I jerked my head towards the exit and walked out of the room, a silent beckon for one of my estranged family members to follow me.

Within a minute, the two of us were standing across from each other in a deserted hallway, the silence choking me. Despite my plan, and the dialogue Romanoff had helped me with, I was blank, only one crazed phrase on my mind. Hi, big brother who abandoned me with our psychopathic mother, but then helped save me from a neo-nazi crazy den! Wanna play Black Ops 2 in the lounge of the super-secret government facility that has camera's everywhere? I just need to grab my freaky-mutant-power-blocking gloves, so I don't accidentally fry the controller. That didn't sound like the best approach, so I just- well, I kinda just stood there.

"Harley?" I wanted to wince. His voice- though a bit lower -still sounded the same. I knew that- I know that, but it- it hurt more now, for some unexplainable reason.

I cleared my throat, pulling on the short ends of my hair. "Uh, I- I- . . . Hi, Harry."

To my surprise, he smiled. "Hi,"

"You wanna play Black Ops?"

(A/N: I KNOW THIS LOW-KEY SUCKED AND WAS A MAJOR FILLER. ALSO, ALL TIME LOW ON THE WORD COUNT. I SUCK AT FILLER'S AND I JUST WANTED TO OFFER A TINY LOOK INTO THE RELATIONSHIP THEY KIND OF BUILT BACK UP BEFORE AVENGERS. WHEN BOOK 2 STARTS UP, IT WILL BE A MONTH LATER, AND SORRY ABOUT THE SCREWY TIMELINE. BTW, THERE'S A MAJOR SITUATION YOU'LL FIND OUT ABOUT NEXT CHAPTER. AND . . . NEXT CHAPTER MAY BE THE LAST. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, I LOVE YOU ALL)